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Is there one thing you would change?
One day
One act
One missed opportunity
Would it make all the difference
Would it change where you are now
Would it change what you have become
Will it make you a better person or simply
What would it make worse...........
Be careful what you wish for
Take them away...

for I'll not eat
while

their present.



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Is it racist to hate greens as so many do ?
So many start young with peas cabbage and spinach
 Jun 2013 Yolanda Smith
st64
Thought I could venture back
just up the road.

But alas! found to my surprise
falling off my bike...

I ended up being bitten so bad
by so a small dog!


S T,  07 June 2013
Just a bit of a nightmare, I guess lol

No, really!




sub-entry:

'what dreams come...'


strange other-world, this
many a wondrous thing.

fall upon accidental stuff
emotion by adventure.

then fall so very deep
what dreams come....

but you don't understand
this is very happenable!
Ask
Can I ask in soft a tone if you ever feel alone?
Feel like no one ever cares
Doesn't notice you are there
Doesn't seem to see your face
Doesn't know you feel their pain
Never knows what you feel
Always makes your heart reel
Then you as I, sleep alone
We wonder what we do that's wrong
Try so hard to make it right
But sleep alone every night.
Written 1990
I'm
Photocopying my sole

to show you
my

carbon footprint.
Take sole as soul and this still works I feel
Skeletons of the sky
Cloaked in a lush green tarp
Concealing blue myths
In sardonic ocean's waves,
A liquid crypt
With memory
Swimming, S w i m m i n g
In timelessness.
Tangled vines cowering
Over the rising tides,
Show all their true colors
Confronting shallow pools.
Just wanted to take a second
And thank all the users on here
For all the support you've given.
You make me strive for improvement.
As someone relatively new
To this art form,
Inspiration
You've given me
Is immeasurable.
Thank you
A.M.

*Not enough people show their gratitude towards others anymore
Do you hear a little child crying?

Keeper holds up a cheap, placemat
With a pattern of Blackeyed Susans
And says *See that pattern?
You made it.


Came your birthday
Black coffee, a packet of Sweet & Low
I choked when the grounds touched my lips.
You're feeding her and telling her
Your Mommy is the smartest,
most beautiful woman in the world.

I painted white and yellow
petals around the droplets of coffee.
And mailed it off,
My gift, se lah!

It was returned two weeks later.
Marked twenty years!

That was the day we became friends.
©Atalanta Undigested 2013.  All Rights Reserved.
This constant presence of you.
It's been a year or more.
You've seen the ugly bits,
The confused frayed edges.

All my lies and hedges,
a time to sit and ponder
On whispers of who I am to people.
Your sweet ****, my sweet heart.

That old whickering tremble
How did I get this lucky?
Bundled up in sweet cliches
Characters of my inner dialogue come to life

May I return to being an individual?
Once I find where I buried my Trust.
All the games and masks?
To conduct a minefield exposition.

My thoughts are so clean and linear
with you, I'm afraid you're synthetic.
A dog bites, it's tail
No one loves a lurker.

There'll come a time
when you'll have to stop hiding,
lay down your mask,
and come face me.
© Atalanta Undigested 2013.  All Rights Reserved.
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