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 Apr 2015 Vita
Chris
My shadow
 Apr 2015 Vita
Chris
I saw a shadow
         and wondered if it was mine
So I asked it a question…
                      it looked at me like I was stupid,

                                yep, it was my shadow
 Apr 2015 Vita
Lunar
every goodbye
is the beginning
of a new hello
check out my favorite japanese band, galileo galilei and their song "hello goodbye". basically feels in another language :)
 Apr 2015 Vita
NV
cloud suicide.
 Apr 2015 Vita
NV
i'm telling you.
the clouds were meant for the ground.
but they hung themselves.
 Mar 2015 Vita
Madouc
Time
 Mar 2015 Vita
Madouc
Seconds on a watch

Minutes of a show

Time can pass so very fast

And sometimes very slow



Morning to midday,

Afternoon to night

Time is passing always

And never seems quite right.



We sit and think and wonder,

As the hours trundle past,

About all the people

And how moments never last.
 Mar 2015 Vita
Hilda
Fourteen years ago when I held you in my arms, it seemed surreal. So fragile you were and like a tiny doll. Only God knows how much I miss being able to pick you up and hug you tightly close to my heart whenever I feel depressed.
And yet I love you now all the more. You are so special to me and always shall be. Our family has shared so many joys and so much heartbreak through the swiftly passing years.
You are sunshine and daybreak and iridescent rainbow hues.
The baby has been replaced with a very special friend.


Happy Birthday Sweet Daughter!


Much Love,
From Your Mother
copyright  Hilda   3/20/15
 Mar 2015 Vita
David Hall
If I a wayward traveler
were to rest my weary bones,
I fear I’d quickly find my name
in a garden full of stones.

So I continue trudging onward,
without regard for my direction.
Eyes forever pointed downward
by the fear of my detection.

Carrying the bags of follow travelers
despite their ever growing weight.
My steps harried ever onward
by the fear I might be late.

I can’t see my destination
but I have faith to keep me strong.
I can’t let my pace be slowed
by the fear that I am wrong.

I can’t say I quite recall
even the way this journey started
but I must have held some purpose
on that day I first departed.

So I continue trudging onward
without regard for my confusion.
This journey is about so much more
than my self-involved delusions.

If I a wayward traveler
were to rest my weary bones,
I fear I’d quickly find my name
in a garden full of stones.
 Mar 2015 Vita
Brittany Ryan
Poetry,
What does that truly mean?
I once knew a boy who would write poems and send them to me.
For this boy writing is not just a dream,
If you looked beneath his surface, ink is what he'd bleed,
From the knowledge obtained from the books he likes to read.
When you say he's lost in the silly words,
Well in his mind he's finally free.
And when he smiles, it ignites some kind of fire in me.
His eyes, they mesmerize
A shocking blue more beautiful than the sky.
For him I'd die and for him I write.
I think I finally know what poetry really means,
And I think I understand now what this boy means to me.
 Mar 2015 Vita
Brittany Ryan
Oh who am I kidding, life doesn't work that way
There are no happy endings or prince charmings
More like heartbreak and self-harming
You cut your wrists just to see them bleed
It's such a rush, the blade becomes your noble steed
you watch the blood flow down the drain
Along with your hopes and dreams of love and fame
You feel the life draining out of you
But no, oh no, you don't want it to end
even though your dog is your only friend,
even though you've been depressed for more days than you can count
Deep down you still had hope that someway, somehow you'd amount
To something
The black spots are clouding your vision
You panic, you cry,
And you realize that you don't want to die
You pray to God, begging to survive
Promising to do anything, in exchange for a second chance at life
But life, you see, is not a game
When it's your time to go, you go:
No excuses and hopefully no pain
All you see now is blackness
It's taking you under, out of consciousness
Your life doesn't flash before your eyes
You don't see the "light"
You're lost, alone
And now...
You're gone
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