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 Dec 2017 EgoFeeder
Alessandra
and my heart,
I swear to you,
it was floating.

my entire body
was feeling suspended
as you kept the strings of my soul,
moving them, rotating them

with that gentleness
and sweetness.
You kept my heart
in your soft, cold hands

just like a flower
when it falls into the flowing water
of a wild stream;
it remains afloat

and water carries it
gently, softly,
treats it as it needs to be treated,
as if it knew that flowers
are such delicate beings.

You knew, love,
how delicate I was,
for you kept me,
being careful not to flatten me.

And slowly,
you healed me,
you tore off my scars,
my broken petals

and you made me live
again.
 Dec 2017 EgoFeeder
alex
i can fold over the blankets
into triangles or
diamonds
crystals on the windowpane
and the chill chasing its way inside
i can clear the counters and
string up the lights
i can twist on the lamp and
slide between the wall and some comfort
i can curl into my dresser drawers
between the sweaters and
the socks
i can draw the curtains and
drag up the blinds to let the clouds
through the mesh
but still i’m falling victim to
a lackluster melancholia
and i suppose it would be fine
if the silk of the morning
didn’t make a habit of
curling itself around my throat
before i even lift my eyes
to the sun.
other people’s places seem so much softer.
 Dec 2017 EgoFeeder
Svode
Drenched skin.
Walking aimlessly,
through the rain of life.

Released umbrellas.
Covering firmly,
the change of society.

Chilled breeze.
Blowing freely,
no higher power to judge it.

Calmed day.
Passing beautifully,
no stressful obstacles inbound.
 Dec 2017 EgoFeeder
Svode
Lose me
 Dec 2017 EgoFeeder
Svode
Lose me to the wind,
as your lights go dimmed.
Lose me to the soil,
as your life becomes toil.
Lose me to the sea,
as you post your decree.
Lose me to the sky,
as you say goodbye.
Lose me to the time,
as you hate your crimes.

I'm lost.
 Dec 2017 EgoFeeder
Barker
Love is the true enemy.
It isn't a soft knock.
It's like a hurricane,
It comes in fast and reckless,
And it leaves just as fast as it came
(c)ibarker
Once at a halcyon sea thee dare glance,
And you'll see her smiling vivaciously
To render eyes of thine into a trance
By lullabies crooned rhythmically.
And if thee dare saunter by the shoreline
Upon a shingly beach in a brisk breeze,
Kissed by glassy waves you'll feel so fine,
For in mist of joy shalt thy worries freeze;
Yet if thee stroll by a fine golden day
With heaven's eye fairly raining her light,
It'll betoken joy to forever stay
Like of a bird upon her maiden flight.

In sweet delight it'll thus dawn upon thee,
For nothing smiles than a halcyon sea.



#Decasyllabic
#Attempt at a Shakespearean sonnet

**Kikodinho Edward Alexandros. 7th.Dec.2017. Jumeirah, Dubai.
On feasting about a murmuring limpid sea that was a vast brilliant blue mill-pond whilst at Atlantis Hotel in Dubai by the terrace yesteryear on a golden May day, upon the back of my palm there I jotted a faint line "Whispers Of A Halcyon Sea"... Faint, for I really didn't know what to write next but since yon day, fires of my muse about the sea errupted...'Tis once on a fine sweltering day when I decided to visit the edge where waves kiss the shore...Fact that I know not how to swim, I remembered some indelible words of sheer wisdom: "TILL TO SWIM YOU ARE ABLE, SIT CLOSE TO THE TABLE...Loll" by the ancient sage, LEWIS CAROLL".... hence there by the table, that's when I knew what to write. Lest thou art a sea lover, hope thou hast enjoyed my musing about the sea. Thanks for reading. God bless ye, dear friends.
 Nov 2016 EgoFeeder
Rachael Judd
Anxiety
Controlling my everyday life
Anxiety
Taking my heart and throwing it against the wall
Anxiety
Wrapping around in my head to consume my thoughts
Anxiety
Crying and screaming against my throat
Anxiety
Crashing and thrashing its way into my body making me shudder
When theres a knock at the door
Anxiety
Lighting fires to my insides
Anxiety
Making my hands shake so someone will notice im unbalanced
Anxiety
Life ***** and I want to leave this place people call home, because no where is home anymore and I cant feel safe unless I am free
 Sep 2016 EgoFeeder
Ravanna Dee
You took your lips,
dipped them in ink.
Then you stole my stories,
and spilled them to the world.



9-4-2016
-Ravanna Dee
Gossip is a powerful thing. It can destroy so much of a person.
 Sep 2016 EgoFeeder
Ravanna Dee
Oh, how I ponder
about all thee days
that I sit in this room,
writing words
no one will ever read.
The ones I keep locked up
in a journal on my bed stand.
The ones I read to myself
wondering if others
will ever understand.
I write
all that I am
with ink and pointed led.
I write
all my feelings,
hoping that one day
I'll have the courage
and they'll be said.
For all I am is a writer,
locked up in my own head,
praying someone will see me
and free the words that'll never be read.
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