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 Aug 2014 Zaynub
david jm
memories.
forgotten freedom.
caught insomnia
in a mausoleum,
fighting nausea.
am i doin well?
drool against my will
until the light floods in.

sunday tunnel vision.
perfect colorblind.
ill-prepared and scared.
falling way too high.
don't change the subject.
my stomachs upset.
burning lovesick.
stick together eye to eye.

stitch letters together
into dated wisdom.
winds of change approaching,
much too proud to listen.
mortgage mortuaries,
buried in my debt.
have you ever slept?
i dreamt a dream then i forgot.
 Aug 2014 Zaynub
DarkDepriment
I still don't understand why the people you love the most, hurt you the most.
 Aug 2014 Zaynub
DarkDepriment
This lonely soul
only becomes poetic
when she's sad
This is seriously an issue in my book.
 Aug 2014 Zaynub
DarkDepriment
They told me to fall in love with life, nature, the sun and the moon. I didn't listen, I went with my instincts.

I fell in love with you
instead of the sun and moon and I regret nothing.
Always listen to yourself.
 Aug 2014 Zaynub
allissa robbins
It's the kind of thing

That catches in your throat

Right before you are asked to speak.



It's the kind of thing

That stops your breathing

Right in its tracks, stone cold.



It's the kind of thing

That has your heart pumping

Gallons a second.



It's the kind of thing

That I find my brain yelling



"NO" about.
If God is for us,
Who can be against us?
 Aug 2014 Zaynub
david jm
If a military veteran
with P.T.S.D. dresses in drag,
Is he a traumaqueen?
 Aug 2014 Zaynub
DaSH the Hopeful
Razors race along the paper
Erasing mistakes as they go
Dark nights that only got later
I stayed to see if it'd show
I carve deep enough to find the pain
And paint it plainly against the grain
A museum with windows long and drained of a strange familiar glow
Time is tame compared to space
As the length of these margins grow
I rip apart all the mistakes of my life
Inked on my heart and soul
 Aug 2014 Zaynub
bones
I cannot write
I cannot find
behind the creases
of my mind
the words to fill
another line,
those words wait
out of sight
for now I
cannot write.
** hum
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