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I miss you, back when you were still young and innocent.
Your beautiful crooked white teeth are turning yellow,
your face is thinner, and you look older.
Is this part of growing up?
I would give anything to go back a few months.
Now I sit alone in the place where we laughed together every day.
Would things be any different if I was like you?
The habit I once thought was funny, I can’t stop doing now,
because it reminds me of you.
Please don’t turn your back on me.
If this is the only thing I can do to make you like me,
then I’ll never stop.
this is for my friend. i love you and I miss you
 Nov 2024 Jill
Michael Marchese
My overloaded  
Brain
Is short-circuitously
Sane
And drained away
Its finely balanced
Jenga tower
Pieces lay
All strewn about the floor
Defeated
I’ve conceded
Earnings needed
When the wellsprings that sustain them
Are supposedly
Depleted
And it seems
Despite devotion
To in service
Indispensable
Convenience
Kindness
Courtesy
Is not so fundamental
As to render it
An integral
Expenditure
To budget
And from livelihood
Parts of me  
Now they must cut it
 Nov 2024 Jill
Persephone II
And she flew
In the worst kind of way
 Nov 2024 Jill
Donall Dempsey
IT TAKES ALLSORTS

it was an old
fashioned sweet shop
as if it had stepped

out of another
century
lost to time

something
that could only
exist in memory

I asked for gobstoppers
but the assistant was insistent
that they had not got 'em

despite the fact that
he had one in his gob
and that there was a jar

full of nothing
but
gobstoppers

the same when
I asked for Allsorts
again another "NO!"

all the Allsorts
in the big glass jar
looked longingly at my mouth

"Oh please!" they pleaded
"Choose us...chew us!"
but all to no avail

they were there
but
not for sale

it was like being
in some ring
of Dante's Hell

"Go on...*** out of it!"
the shopkeeper yelled
"You can't fool me!"

"****** aliens!" she shouted
"Coming over here and
nicking our sweets!"

I grabbed whatever
I could lay my several
tentacles on

and made a dash
back to the spaceship
almost out of breath

"Did ya get the sweets
did ya...did ya!"
the crew chanted

"Yes...yes..yes!" I sweated
"Now...get out of here
QUICK!"
 Nov 2024 Jill
silvervi
Insight? #1
 Nov 2024 Jill
silvervi
Maybe me calling my problem a problem is the problem.
Thoughts before I go to bed.
 Nov 2024 Jill
Chiara
time to be
 Nov 2024 Jill
Chiara
waiting in full light
for the vibrant rays to sink their caresses
into the white of the bone,
into the tender flesh.

between the nerves, overlapping one another.
where there's nothing more than empty spaces.

I let the golden burnt Thought fall from my hands,
drying up of every heartbeat felt
in the warm October Harvest
© Chiara Santarelli
 Nov 2024 Jill
Matthew Harper
I wonder why you write,
What makes your words so bright,
What makes you write this way,
I wonder what you'll say,

It widens up my eyes,
It makes me see the skies,
It helps me see through lies,
Ways people do disguise,

Still, I am surpised how I feel,
Why is every line I read, so real,
The way your work just pulls me in,
I feel at ease through thick and thin,

It makes me cry, it makes me grin,
Tend to think about my every sin,
I look forward to see your work,
To find about my hidden perk,

So please keep on writing more,
Show your offer, what's in store,
Keep on writing one more day,
Please, just help me find my way.
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