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 Feb 2016 Jasmin Thomas
Free Bird
No words do this just
It shall remain underwritten
But to sum it all up;
Darling, I'm smitten
Inspired by this lovely holiday.
All the pain .. that she has gained .. nothing with the remains of memories... nothing but a broken hearts past , unprepared for the things that she bled ... a blank page waiting to start over ... hoping to be brought back to life... hearts.beat ... just to stop ... tears are shed just to be wiped away .. with the right hand, it can mend ... glistening sorrow .. impatient for tomorrow .. hoping to make it ... feeling like a corpse upon earth ... a soul that has been something ... just to feel as if it were nothing .. invisible to the touch ... fading away ..gone with the wind ... she was another soul that was bent ... not broken ... she has words that were left unspoken ...the fear of losing ..the fear of bruising .. as if she were invincible .. nothing could knock her down .. except a love that came so fast.. but was lost ... a love that's broken and a love that was forever unspoken...a few words on the tip of her tongue ... waiting to spit them out .. wanting to scream and shout at the world that has given her lust ... all she wanted was to be loved ... to feel ... to be visible to ones eye ... she wanted to cry because all.her hellos were goodbyes ... left unnoticed .. just a voice in the wind .. nothing but grief as she gave in .... as she withered away with nothing else to say .. hoping that a soul would notice ...as she slowly fades away...
I am a solitary thought
toiling
to anchor down the heart
struggling
to keep
all sails in place
compass intact
and so I brace
as wind and current
take your side
slanting the heart
Learning to swim, sometimes against the tide.
 Feb 2016 Jasmin Thomas
Kairee F
If you were a poet
and I the words,
would you wrap me in metaphors
to keep me warm?
Would you sprinkle my edges
with hope and love?
Would you warn me when judgment
comes far too strong?
Would you claim my existence
to those who abhor?
Would you flaunt me in cultures
all over the world?
Would you edit my errors
to hide my faults?
Would you give me syllables
of beautiful awe?

Would you twist me to fragments
of vengeful lust?
Would you scribble my ink
to darkened blood?
Would you tear through my home
and throw me away?
Would you burn my stanzas
to ash and ****?
Would you strip me naked
to bare my soul?
Would you forget the stories
you lost in my hold?
Would you laugh at the lines
between which you see?
Would you shadow the shivers
so eloquently?


Would you care for the letters
you etched into me?
Erase me?
Erase
Era
E
I long for arms that hold me,
To feel safe in a loving embrace.
I need a hand to hold mine,
A touch erasing worry without trace.
I dream of looking into eyes that know me,
Getting lost in depths beyond time and space.
I yearn to find a home in someone's heart,
Knowing without doubt that I've found my place.
This feeling wraps itself around me,
A daydream I ache to meet face to face.
I knew someday it would have to end
I knew eventually I would have to go back to calling you friend
It's killing me that now that day has come
If it's for the best then where is this pain from
I know deep inside that this is what I had to do
but it's breaking my heart to walk away from you
I'm trying my best to appear strong
but it's hard when part of me says that in your arms is where I belong
I still love you with all my heart
that's not going to change even though we're apart
You were my first love and my first kiss
There are so many of our special times I'm going to miss
All the words I ever said or wrote still hold true
But for now from a distance is where I'll be loving you
I think you need me as a friend to help you through
because there are things I can't control that are hurting you
We both have issues no one knows of
neither of us had the strength to be true to our love
Maybe we will be together again if it was meant to be
but for now please don't stop loving me
Even though I'm not your boyfriend I'll still be here
With a shoulder to cry on or a sympathetic ear
The story of love can be quicker than the blink of an eye
But our story of won't be over until the day that we die
Until We Meet Again
Miranda
Oxygen has this way to let us live and let us die
Generous enough to give us our first breathe
But cruel enough to give it to another
Who in time will cause nothing but harm.

Combining with the pollution that surrounds the gases
It breaks us down into opinions that are neither right nor wrong
We battle each other while we ignore its silent laughter
Tearing at each others throats as if to break the windpipe

Sirens wail over hills touching even the lands covered in shadows
While cruel beasts stay dependent on the invisible
The sound waves soar between signs upon the motorways
While the taste on your tongue torments the oxygen that it swallows

Going, leaving, left, the pupils dilate to such a degree
That they nearly reach the size of its lids
We see it as a mother, a nurturer, a monster
And the world has given it the ticket to our lives.
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