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I'm typing these words to distract myself from the never-ending oblivion that hovers over this naive little bubble

It's in my inhale, hands to my throat as I choke
On tips of fingers that dance across screens and on every flower petal that falls
It waits
Oh, how come no one seems to see?

I close my eyes and type words as fast as I can
It doesn't matter what they say
As long as I can forget
*I know the meaning of infinity
 Apr 2017 Phoenix Bekkedal
jess
Everyone wants a piece of the sky
Someone told me in a dream
The dome of blue blanketed them
As they lie in green grass

This hand pulled away from that one
(And in a quiet solitude,
that hand slowly moved to that side)
This ached for more than that

Then, someone, somewhere, said it
Everyone wants a piece of the sky
This they know from quiet solitude
To want more is to touch the sky
We were born in a world that didn't want us, tried to swim in waters that wanted to drown us. Living in a world where mans deep rooted connotations regarding our pigmentation was fueled by medias accusations. We ain't have have enough money for the litigations, I guess slavery ain't deserve no reparations. Instead y'all made movies that make you famous. Filming on the tears of many nations. I wasnt even meant to write about this, I was thinking about love. But how does one find the strength to love when breathing is hard
I am a polar bear
I sit on my iceberg

I don't like hugs , never did never will
But hugging you , I'd ask time to stand still

I also don't like when two mouths touch
But I'd kiss every inch of you , pretty much

Honey is from the same place as bee stings
I hate to look like an idiot or forget things

But I'd happily be an idiot to your eyes
I am a polar bear under the polluted skies

pianos and cellos were my favorite sound
When you talk ,  my new favorite is found


The iceberg will slowly melt
And I the polar bear with what I felt
Will drown to my death
It's at 1 am thst I realize that the polar bears are dying
Choose a job that pays
Student loans and hair turns gray
Do what makes you happy they say

Poetry is joy , joy should give a US dollar
Homeless poet written on my collar

Then be a scholar
Choose a job that pays
Student loans and hair turns gray
Why can't people just give one dollar ...
Its weird getting new shoes , i either like them immediately or it takes time

our friendship is like converse , it took time
but i loved how easily it could be washed , even after a muddy climb
i mean slowly i realized that with every wash the color faded a bit
i didnt mind the change in color , becuase its a good shoe
then holes and rips developed and maybe my feet grew
I got tired of the stitches and glue
its not that i dont like you
its just its ******* me too

I had an interesting trip
To realize friendship is endship
Part 2 of 2
 Apr 2017 Phoenix Bekkedal
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The moment when you start acknowledging that you are lost is the same moment when you find your way home.
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