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I said that we were done, and that all ties between us had been severed.
Yet, my body betrays me, for I trace your heart in my sleep, as I cannot forget its shape...

-Rhia Clay
Each thought stands
at the podium
in my mind,
poised to declare
its evidence—
warriors engaged
in angry battles.

But must I be persuaded
by these logics,
these tellings?
Could I, instead,
live by a simple
happenstance?
I have all this love
And nowhere to put it
It's rotting inside me
Soft,warm
Unspent.

I reach out in dreams
But wake up alone
His name buried in my throat
Like a secret
I was not allowed to say.

He didn't stay
But the love did
And now it grows wild
Inside a heart
With no one left
To give it to.
They say it's nothing
Just a cold
Bt why do I feel
Like the world
Is sitting on my chest.

I try to rest
Bt the night presses too close
And my back aches
Like it's holding a sorrow
It doesn't understand.

It's just cold
Bt it hurts
In ways I can't explain.
Tell me your secrets
Tell me your sorrow
All of your regrets
Your dreams of tomorrow
If I asked you to stay
What would you say
Would you tell me right away
Or make it a game we play
"ladies love when they sit on my face and I tell them I love them"

-Pinnochio
this is not poetry!
clouds were blue and skies were white
we laughed and told stories all night
when the lion saw its prey
it stopped and thought twice

sweetly, you turn to me and say,
'from the moon or millions of miles away
I'd come to you, it would be the only way
to bring meaning to these days'

jumped 30 feet, unbound from the ground
you picked me up when I was down
when you opened up your heart
love was all I found

the amazon became devoid of rain
the musicians had never suffered any pain
the painter's shirt didn't have a single stain
the ocean silent, bereft of waves
an oldies jawn
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