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if no one's going to respect who I am and that I'm actually trying I might as well just **** myself and erase every trace of my existence because if I'm that unimportant and you don't need me then I guess I don't need to be here but I can't go anywhere else so I'll just die
maybe I'll just delete and burn everything I ever created because it's all crap good for nothing crap and no one wants me
don't feed me a ton of pretty lies about how I'm necessary and wanted and all that **** because I've heard all that crap before
other people always ***** me over and I want to SCREAM
mark my words because no matter how lonely you are,company always makes it worse.
If anyone says ANYTHING about how irrelevant the title is I will climb into your window at night.
did you know
that
the space between
a hedge and a wall
is just enough
space
for someone to hide?
when playing
hide 'n seek
I don't think
it's fair to have
two seekers on bikes
after one
barefoot
hider
but then again,
what can you
expect
from someone who
ignores their
"friends"?
everyone around me shines brighter
bigger,more ambitious than me
their dreams are infinite;
they form a giant
shimmering
cloud of hope
our fallen brethren say,
"It's too far away!
You'll never reach your destiny
before you burn out."
still they disregard all the warnings,
their unfiltered confidence blinding
photons racing through time,
straining upward toward someplace better,brighter
reaching toward a dream too high
burning bright until nothing's left
burnt up in the atmosphere
of someplace better than here
wanting a ground beneath their feet
wanting some love to hold them up
wanting somewhere to belong
long after everything burns to ashes
and everyone heads home
I'll still be trapped in this vortex of
depression
waiting for a loophole out.
She finds beauty in everything, in everyone
But she can't find any in herself.
A blue black cloud, all over me is written JOY
in the script of vapor, dense, moist and meaningful,
I am light, like a feather, the breeze is in love with me for that,
I love his gentle persuasion to waft, move about, explore..
and then--ravaged by wind my love changes direction.

I love freedom more than anything, but forgot limits, hover
now, I am no more attached to the green hills, they are jealous,
far above them am I, untouched by their vainglorious pride,
I am not hard-hearted, parched fields send shivers of lightning
break me in to thousand  smaller pieces, scatter around.

My love for this earth is kindled by the sights unfurling below
all the egrets, cormorants, storks and herons of great magnificence,
those kind hearted friends that fly with me often are in pain
like the farmers, there isn't enough water for anything.

A cloud is a thought, inspired by the love for mother earth
by the ocean I am gifted to the breeze, to tour around,
on many lands fell my shade, found life in all varieties,
now is the time to be kind at heart, melt, fall in torrents.
A cloud when you analyze is a thought full of love for earth,humanbeings
playing outside
in the frozen air
we didn't know
what we were
doing
didn't know
where we were
going
You grew so
beautiful
I beheld you
there
saw your face from a
far
You had forgotten
I was alive
just a wild poet
you had written off
a playmate, from your childhood days
as you
moved on your way
through your rich and seedy
days
your mind
your look
your talents
moved you through
to what you thought
you knew
you wanted.

We were both still
so free
I had fallen deep
into the blues
I spent far too much
time far too confused
while you walked
on water according
to the news.

You were playing Reno
on a cold winter's
night,
much later
at a backwaters bar
called "Night Times
Delight"
I walked in
you walked in
childhood grins
over Hendricks
gin
hands touched once
lips touched twice
we danced out there
on that
night
we were just
children there
playing outside
in the frozen
air,
Body heat
creating steam.

Maybe it was
just the gin
fingers touched
you went
your way
fingers touched
we went our ways
childhood answers
on a winter's day

It's hard every once
in a while not to
see your name
the only place I
come your way
is in your deepest
dreams of childhoods
refrain
laughing outside
in the frozen winds
two melting snow
angels are all
that remains.

For you I'll always
be there
For me I'll be
someone who cared
we'll be an aging memory
in this bond
across our time
in the ether
we'll play our lines
and in our dreams
it'll always be
and in our dreams
we will always see
a childhoods
winter sky
alive.
some more wooden plank
it would be whole
bridge the two riverbank
reach its goal!

the creek is narrow tho
high swells tide
dreams do freely grow
on the both side!

the short span looks far
but a few poles
the boy can reach to her
tie the two souls!

some more wooden plank
when finished then
mingle two riverbank
when I come again!
inspiration: my cover photo
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