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 Sep 2016 Cathryona
NiTSUDD
The letter was addressed: From Agnes With Love
It arrived from above, in the beak of a dove
My heart it had seemed to stop in its place
But it started to race, when I saw your face
The years had shown through your beauty in lines
A few more then the time, when I called you mine.
The photo brought memories of pain and of bliss
On the back was your kiss, and the word "remanice"
Was it a cruel taunt, or did you crave me?
I thought as I walked nervously, to your cottage to see.
 Aug 2016 Cathryona
Grim Reaper
Death is the consequence of life but
People die trying to have a life
 Aug 2016 Cathryona
Lynn Al-Abiad
.قاعدين. كاسة شاي بين إيدينا و عيونا ما عم بفارقو بعض
.عم بتِطَّلَّع فيّي, بدّك تغطس بكَياني و تصارع أمواجي و تسبح بتَيّاراتي
.و أنا بوبو عيني واسع و مش شايف غيرك و عم بِصَرِّخ
.بدّو تتركو بسلام
بدّو تحرّرو منّك
بدّو يديق ليرجع يوسع لغيرك
و ما بلاقي غير إيدك صارت ع فخذي
و أمواجي بتجرّب تعلى لطُّمَّك
و تيّاراتي بتجرّب تقوى لتسحبك
.و كَياني بصير مِلِك هورمونات بتخَدّر دماغي للحظة و بآمن بوجودي معك
.بآمن فينا أنا و إنت سوى
.و الإيمان بدّو صلاة ليستمر
.فبشرب كاسنا و كاس إيماننا و بِكْرَع فنجاني الشاي لآخر شَفِّة


We're sitting together, drinking tea and looking at each other.
You're looking into my eyes, diving into my entity, conquering my waves and swimming in my stream.
And my pupil is wide open, seeing no one but you and yelling.
It wants you to leave it be,
It wants you to set it free
It wants to tighten so it can widen again for anyone but you.
Only then, your hand finds its way to my thigh
And my tide grows high, trying to drown you
And my stream grows stronger trying to pull you to its bottom
And my entity becomes the slave of hormones that shut down my brain for a moment
For it to believe in my presence with you.
For it to believe in you and I as one.
And since every belief requires a prayer,
I drink to us and to our belief and I chug my cup of tea till its last drop.



لين اا -
- LynnAA
.من كَسّر لنرجع نعَمّر
We destroy to build anew.

16/8/2016
The greater the joy
The greater the pain

With knowing the sun
Will turn into rain

Doesn't help me to grieve
Doesn't help me at all

Watching her leave
And feeling the fall

So incredibly high
Now swimming in tears

I was touching the sky
With our love through the years
 Aug 2016 Cathryona
deprivedkat
Sometimes, I hate what I've let myself become.
© August 8 , 2016 deprivedkat
 Aug 2016 Cathryona
a
clock
 Aug 2016 Cathryona
a
There is no such thing as silence,
For there is always the clock, ticking in your ear.
we have limited time
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