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 Apr 2016 NA
Poetic T
We all see through the same glass,
the tint is just a little different with
each one that views it.
the same thing can be view with new eyes ever time its pondered upon but we all see it differently to what others preserve
 Apr 2016 NA
AMEELEIGH
fix
 Apr 2016 NA
AMEELEIGH
fix
i have taken up residence in your heart
through the walls of your chest
bare bone and naked soul
breathe my air
kiss me there

fixing back to wholeness
dissolving every stitch
i will mend each painful truth you have ever had to endure
fall in to me
for i will love you carefully
 Apr 2016 NA
Darren
Untitled
 Apr 2016 NA
Darren
Sing of grey morning
And her long wooden fingers
Which pry gently against
The shaky pilgrim’s hand.

For dust has gathered on
The tomb. Once white marble,
Now faded, waiting to consume
Another pretty little lover.

And the preacher speaks of hell,
But there are still children
Swaying in the vineyard
And flowers next to sidewalks.

While just yesterday
Death was something to envy,
But this morning the sun did rise,
And the willows smiled.
 Apr 2016 NA
Limitless
Leaving
 Apr 2016 NA
Limitless
I'm leaving this world surely but slowly
Leaving behind everything I once thought holy
The cares of this world will be shaken off
The soul and the spirit, we will see how tough
Jotted this down real quick. A work in progress
 Apr 2016 NA
Arrabella Diamond
You are so sweet
You passerby
But there is more to me
Than what meets the eye

A visitor to my cage
You look at me with awe
But you do not see the truth
You did not see the rise and fall

I am an animal
And you gawk at me
Through the bars
To you I am a star

You are a happy visitor
I am a tortured beast
You do not see what happens when the lights turn off
You cannot know what I need

I need freedom to see
The truth of this world
I want to be free
Please leave me be
Floating off into summer dreams,
That mean more than just days,
And not just an escape.

Not a moment to smile,
Or bask in the haze,
That I made in my head.

Instead a release, not joy,
But hot salt trickles down my cheek,
And I cry without restraint.

And I allow myself to feel,
To be sad, for once, and weak,
To let emotion out and, in turn,
Allow happiness in.
 Apr 2016 NA
Hadrian Veska
The sun has gone to rest
The sky turns from purple
To a midnight shade of blue

The tall trees gently sway
The scent of fresh pine
Mingles with the smell of the earth

Soft clusters of yellow light
Flash in and out of existence
All around me

The sound of a tranquil stream
Is further dampened by
The rustling of birds in their nests

The world prepares for sleep
And so too shall I rest
Among the now still night
 Apr 2016 NA
Beinghonest
Every once in a while,
I put my hand on my heart,
When I feel it hurting,
And I tell it not to worry -
I reassure it that all the scars
It often collects
Will one day be healed.
-just being honest
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