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 Aug 2014 Kenshō
Ogden Nash
Senescence begins
And middle age ends
The day your descendents
Outnumber your friends.
 Aug 2014 Kenshō
Caitlin
I thought I would never get over you- until the day I did.
What I mean by this is-
You were the person I thought I couldn't live without.
We used to write notes to each other-
and sign them "don't ever leave, kay?"
It seemed childish then.
We were totally going to be together forever.
And as the months turned to years I finally believed you.

We ended as suddenly as we had began.
Valentines Day you gave me poems-
straight from the heart- I cried-
We were in love.

By March the love was gone.

We've said some awful things to each other in the past few months.
But now I can wake up with a smile on my face because-
it doesn't hurt anymore.
And when people ask how I am-
I can honestly respond "perfectly okay"
Which surprises even me-
the guy "I couldn't live without" was the easiest to get over.
friend gave me a title and I ran with it.
 Aug 2014 Kenshō
untitled
Open, prone to infection;
The infection which is others' deceit
Seeping into your very soul...
Breaking apart what was once whole.

Shattered and unable to mended,
Fences built around the destruction.
A mirage of strength; seemingly
Impermeable to any threatening weapon.

A hard shell created that can
Only ever be peeled away through
The acts of unadulterated love.
Will anyone repair your shattered heart?

You convince yourself that you are
A self-sufficient person with no need
For love, and that you are strong.
However, you crave for love to fix you.
And love does come, in the rarest form.

A person you'd never think to trust
Tries relentlessly to figure you out,
Until you can fight no more and only
Let the person inside of your empty heart.
 Aug 2014 Kenshō
Tara
At Night
 Aug 2014 Kenshō
Tara
We set out that night
To have the greatest adventure
In the world.

1am, our minds alive
With possibilities and consequences,
Not caring about either.

2am, our bodies shivering
From thrill, fear and cold
Shattered by headlights and voices.

Fear, creeping up between us
Through the water, up to our noses
Barely touching the surface.
It doesn't reach our shaking hands, though,
Steady together.

3am, crouching, leaning as far against the wall as we dare
Concentrating on the top of our heads.
You give me a look that says everything.

4am, trudging through the dark and the grass,
Was it worth it?
It was worth it.
 Aug 2014 Kenshō
Elizabeth
Dolls
 Aug 2014 Kenshō
Elizabeth
Have you ever watched a face before you drip into itself? Imploding in slow motion,
Melting inside into darkness?
And watch each drop of liquid flesh melt the day away.
And the waxy ooze pools in staggering stalagmites, gathering till no longer can the mountain continue to heighten.
They seem to be tears,
But how can they be such things with no emotion inside?


Aren't we all just dolls?
Suspended until the candle gets too close?
Placed here to fill a space, fill a hole and make it "whole"?

Someday I want to know if I'm made of plastic, or if I'm real.
But for now, I know the answer.
 Aug 2014 Kenshō
Elizabeth Kelly
Even the one
who lights the world
can succumb to the darkness inside.

We become blind
and see only the light.

The darkness can easily hide.

So you've scattered yourself
to the billions of stars that
blanket the billowing night

to help hold at bay
the darkness that preys
on the strong
and the weak
and the rich
and the poor
and the brilliant
and dull ones
alike.

You gave of yourself
with such ferocity of truth.

You fought with all of your might.

So thank you, old friend
for sharing your gift
and rest now
in peaceful twilight.
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