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 Jun 2017 Zani
Simple
k
 Jun 2017 Zani
Simple
k
I guess
I ran out
of
ink
to fill
my
creativity
that is already
broken
into
pieces.
 Jun 2017 Zani
Lvice
Seven
 Jun 2017 Zani
Lvice
I don't know how
I didn't notice the whites
Of your eyes-no longer white,
Beginning to turn the red color
Of every t-shirt I've ever worn to sleep
And I bet that you were sleepy in the seven
Seconds that I took the picture of you, the last one.
The picture of the seventh second that I knew you were peaceful.
More peaceful then I'll ever be.
 Jun 2017 Zani
Lvice
The Day After
 Jun 2017 Zani
Lvice
This time
this one time
I'm really scared to be left home alone
Please don't leave me in distance
of reaching him
Don't leave me to eat my thoughts
They're so heavy I might not finish them
before you come home
I wanted to see him come home
Even if he only walked away
in the dream last night
I wanted to hold him again
even if it was only last night
he gave me the finger goodbye
And smiled and laughed for the last time
at me
Still
I wouldn't mind him saying goodbye to me again
If only I wouldn't be left alone this time
 Jun 2017 Zani
Lvice
Kepler 444
 Jun 2017 Zani
Lvice
Yes,




                                 we
                    are                       so young                  
     compared                            to the
            Earth.                           And Earth  
           is still                               a      
                               child.
 Jun 2017 Zani
SøułSurvivør
I will be off site most of the day. Your overwhelming responses to my poetry have so touched my heart! But I don't know how I'm going to respond to them all today. God willing I will be on the site tonight and tomorrow to read again. But today I have responsibilities I must take care of.

Thank you for your understanding and patience! I will be in touch tonight!

Blessings!
♡ Catherine
 Jun 2017 Zani
V
tick tock
 Jun 2017 Zani
V
you never get the things you want when you want them
it's always too late
they apologize
but it's too late for apologies
they love you
but it's too late for mutual feelings
they speak up
but it's too late for defense
they leave flowers on your grave
but it's too late for gratitude
yet just the right time for regret
 Jun 2017 Zani
aa
Thinking about you,
And not
You.

I'm obsessed with the gray space.

Obsessed with the east side.

With the jungle that grows inside what no longer
Is.
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