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 Feb 2016 Urmila
Jack Huang
A shooting star shot me
with a 50. caliber of beauty
while I was standing guard
in the middle of my duty.

There I stood in silence
in the middle of the night.
Reminded of your smile
that is brighter than light.

Dreaming of those eyes
that illuminates my heart
and banish the gloom
that once tore me apart.

And as the shining sun rose
blooming beautifully slowly.
I thanked you once again
For not keeping me lonely.
I think most people have that one person who can keep them company even though they are not physically present.
 Feb 2016 Urmila
Ann Beaver
I wanted to say
To scream
To love
And never leave

A little bourbon
Velvet curtain
Fall

Devastation
Crawl along
Say things you don't mean
A voice unseen

Wolves hunt in packs
Relax
I wanted to say
I wanted to stay
I wanted to stand
To go
Headed toward the sand
Course correct
Now I'm crashing on land
 Feb 2016 Urmila
ahmo
waking up
now reminds me more of
digging up bones,
rather than skipping stones.

water isn't all that I hyped it up to be.

I drove miles and miles just
to discover
that the heat was broken,
and that your affection
is more of an illusion
than an authentic token,
wrapped in ***
and compassion.

Through metal weights
and steel plates,
I make a living.

Through some sort of
endless storm,
I will live

the darkness will ultimately illuminate all of the light and altruism that we have to bring to this world.

--
The light goes out
And we disappear

I can cry crystal tears
I can have a hundred fears
I can stand up for what I'm
But control my mind no way
I can break without notice
I can struggle everyday
I can search for the help
But I don't ever think
That this girl will ever help
She can rip my heart
As it was a piece of art
And I let her do it every day
Just go on, I say it's okay
 Feb 2016 Urmila
Brigette Beck
Nobody,
just a
shadow of
a somebody.
And lacking a heart,
only the memories
of the somebody remain.
Residing in neither the light
nor the darkness, only in nothing.
A shell of the somebody’s final stand.
 Feb 2016 Urmila
nivek
The five senses become clogged
out of sight deafening
numb to the touch tasteless
an un-scented mediocrity.
 Feb 2016 Urmila
Sarah
alone
 Feb 2016 Urmila
Sarah
half a flashback
and my head is cradled
in her lap and those long fingers
would have been braiding whispers
into my hair if it wasn't for
math class - voices splashing
all over the walls but
it's the quiet humming around
us; i wanted to tell you
that when i'm alone
i think of all the places
that i might just have
been home
youre so cold
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