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 Jun 2018 Sara
Triste
Early Mornings
 Jun 2018 Sara
Triste
Early mornings
Mend the heart
And calm the mind
A sweet embrace
That warms the soul
A hope that smiles to a world unknown
And in its silence
Her love grows
 Jun 2018 Sara
Jayce
I had an English professor tell me that love was hard to write.
At first, I scoffed at her. I'd written about love almost all my life.
But then I realized that I'd only been writing about what I thought love was.
I wrote about men who put their hands around my neck all the while thinking of how easy it'd be to snap it.
I wrote about people I'd considered my friends who held their hands out to me for help only to turn their backs when I asked the same of them.
I wrote about people who came into my life with promises of warmth and understanding, but took my clothes off and never helped me put them back on.
I thought love was supposed to hurt because it was all I'd ever done. In all honesty, I don't know what love is.
the smell before it rains and the taste of that first sip of tea in -20 degrees

the slow untangling of your thoughts with every beat of the drum, the way the wind blows right through you just enough to move you forward and never enough to blow you down

the sound of typing fingers when you know you're onto something good, the feeling of your own, and finally not his, skin

the seasons are changing and baby so are you / six senses are helping you develop into someone new
enjoy the little things, because those tend to leave the quickest
 Jun 2018 Sara
Edmund black
It’s  
    a quarter past four
    In the middle of
    nowhere
                With  a
    full moon on the
    horizon
    I just couldn’t help
   Thinking it’s the
   Perfect time For the
   Wolves to roam wild

   With that in mind
                  I
   Tossed and turned
   No matter what I did
   I just couldn’t fall asleep

                  It’s
   one of those nights  when  
   You have too much on
   Your mind  it just wouldn’t
   Let you rest
   Until you put it
                To rest
   With no other option around  
   I felt like I needed to write
                  Just
   to let some steam out  

                   I
 looked up to the stars
 Above like a wishing Well
            And with
 Pen and notepad in hand
            Poured
 me some moonshine  
            In
 the task of rising up to the
             Stars above
            And Sit back   
Watched the moon
 Merged with my shine

                  You
  know it’s a great
  Night when you’re aiming
              for the stars

            Mind racing
   Excitement beginning
           To build
   Heart pumping
   Pen in hand
   Ready to write
                    Just
               to realized
       I had nothing in mind
                 To write
                    At all
I’ve never been a drinker, but occasionally I might have a glass of wine or two . Sometimes out of no where my body would take me from 0 to a 100 real quick without warnings , since I’m not a drinker lol ... the smallest amount of wine could potentially put me in a doozy  ;)
 Jun 2018 Sara
Meghan
oceans beneath our wounds
sacred reefs under the skin
watch the bed of gold
as lessons reflect such sins

later punishments may grow cold
as one's life is easily told
a serpent will always bite
behind the rocks to ****** your life

it is hard to regret on your bed
especially when time's racing up your death
so forget what that pride had said
before it comes and hit you with its breath
Probably the words my late grandmother would say...

And I spoke for the unspoken words she had never uttered until it came
 Jun 2018 Sara
Traveler
Unbridled absolutes
Existentially running free
No one can tell you
What not to believe
Harvest your values
Sharpen your heart
Don't let fears
Tear us apart...

Compassion and mercy
Are known to sustain
Logic and reason
Are one and the same
.....
Traveler Tim

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_JsW1W13fzo&list=RD_JsW1W13fzo&start_radio=1
 May 2018 Sara
emnabee
The poet lives two lives.
One on the outside,
And one in their mind.

When you look in their eyes
You could see an abyss.

If you looked long enough
You could sink into it.

But most people don’t see it.

Take the time to read the words, though,
And you would know for sure.

The poet lives in two different worlds.
A little escape from the madness.
Or maybe, into.
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