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mary Mar 2019
spreading my wings out
hesistant to jump
a soft, silky voice spoke
"don't be afraid"
and in that moment i couldn't
tell the difference
between
flying and falling in love
Taylor Marion Aug 2014
Within slumber, you visit, though much more frantically than usual, but i still view you in a way where you dont bother disguising your grief.
I feel your dead-weight against my shoulder and it frightens me because i know with just one more burden, ill fall flat on my knees. Inferior emotionally like so many times before.

In this world, youre a tyrant, running around asking questions. Your uncertainty cannonballing into the ears of all my peers.
I understand and i sympathize bc i dont offer much condolence, im aware i leave you blinded behind my fear of you coming near.

All that surrounds is minor blackness amongst the finer, brighter things. Every planet within the galaxy rotating to platforms behind closed hinges.
We pick and choose our reality and physically adjust,
for a moment we receive all we ever wanted. But we just take it back everytime, letting lust gather dust.

We come back once again, and youre shaking from all the information you gathered from you trip. Another opinion, another lick.
You couldnt stand what my friends had said, all the worst of me condensed into single word answers, and the one your were awaiting was left hidden behind my tooth.

"Do you love me like i love you, or is this just another game you play?" you cried "Dont leave me in the dark, or ill just jump into it anyway."
This little carousel is spinning and you arent hesistant to leap, i watch your feet as they edge closer to the tip of your defeat. I stand motionless and speechless, but eager nonetheless. I want to tell you something but not the something you want to hear. But i guess the silence was louder than anything you could adhere.
You closed your eyes and tipped yourself and fell into the abyss, without thinking, i jumped after you. I couldnt stand not knowing where you'd land or if you'd miss.

I spring from blackout, vision ignited, and turn and see your face, your smiling with sleep still coating your eyes, desperate for the morning light and reveling in it's taste. I have to admit, its much sweeter than what i expected when you lept into the dark. Only to find our limbs entangled, certainty growing large.
trisha Jul 2019
i love you, i love you
i still think it's not enough
the world moves to it's norm
and i am still,
silent, quiet
hesistant, hopeful
but here me out in the hustle
of the noise
and in your hectic schedule
in your car ride home
in your music
that i do
i always do
- love you.
Dr Peter Lim Oct 2017
Live the day
carpe diem?
but it's a hybrid
a cross-over
a carry-forward
from yesterday
the day
and days
before yesterday

the work-in-progress
that has to be completed
and what's undone
will be in transit
in the continuum of time
for today doesn't end
with a full-stop
but with a comma
to affix itself to endless
ones to follow. Question marks
fill its pages interspersed
with semi-colons that abound-
and exclamations are not
gestures of joy or triumph
but more like lamentations
and heavy sighs-

24 hours
it makes no sense
it's a device designed
to fragment time
and moments- the day
merely holds activities
in suspense- nothing
is perfectly done

the day is but a stop-over
a page in the calendar of time
part of a song or a symphony
awaiting fine-tuning
a book that's unfinished
a hesistant poem in the making

everyone is a performer
the stage- curtain
never falls like
the end of a show  

that has to wait
but none knows
when.

— The End —