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I spent
A long time
Waiting
For words
You'd never say.
Never ending
I woke up early that day
but once I peeled open my eyes
realisation clouded them
as reality blinded me,

I fell asleep that day
despiration pulling me away
from the atrocities of the waking world
as I lay in bed crying and wailing,

A bit of me died with you that day
as my heart did fall apart
solemn and invisible
but I still feel you now
and know you never left
because I woke up early that day
to spend more time with you.
The sign said, “welcome”, so I opened up and I went in,
Thought I could move within and along.
But the faces were strange
And it seemed oh so plain,
Here was a place
Where I don’t belong.

There was a table before me where I thought I could sit
To devour the radish and bask in the song.
But gold brick shattered the plate
And the minstrels were late.
It turned out to be another place
Where I don’t belong.

And the next door led to another room
The lock was not so strong.
I wanted to fit,
Even expected it,
But it was another place
Where I don’t belong.

Down the street another stop to observe,
And I’ll wait among the throngs.
Perhaps here’s where I’ll see
Some people like me.
But it was another place
Where I don’t belong.

Alone on a walk, no need to talk.
Somehow isolation doesn’t seem wrong.
And it could be good,
This silent solitude.
Maybe
Here is the place I belong.
 Jul 16 Jason R Michie
Asuka
I do not love you
like a traveler loves a view—
I love you
like a secret loves silence,
like depth craves depth.

You are not just water—
you are emotion in motion,
a hymn sung by moonlight,
a soul with salt and storm
in your veins.

I love how you breathe
without needing anyone to notice.
How your tides rise and fall
without shame,
how your waves hold both peace
and power.

I love that you rage
when the sky grows cruel,
that you speak in roars
when you're no longer heard.

You are not just blue—
you are every feeling
I’ve ever buried,
every tear the world
never saw me cry.

And I,
fragile yet fierce,
quiet yet alive,
found in your vastness
a mirror.

I do not visit you.
I return to you.
For in your depths,
I remember—
I am made of wild things too.
I love ocean.
Our eyes met that gloomy day,
And I immediately knew
It had been another time another place
I had always loved you

Lives we lived together
Spanning since the dawn of time
Energy of us tethered
Two souls intertwined.

Soulmates don't always work out as planned
Life gets in the way.
Things just aren't so grand
And our path isn't paved.

Is it wrong to crave a soul?
Is it wrong to lust for the past?
And to long for someone you've always known?
Wishing love forever lasts.
 Jul 14 Jason R Michie
Laura
The mouth is a source of good and bad.
As whispered words of love, soon becomes an utterance of pain.
Once they were sweet, but now they are bitter.
Like a garment shredded and no longer of use.
Regarded as garbage as love turns to hate.
Whisper's of love,has brought years of pain, as memories flood your mind.
For many who has tread this road.
Love is bitter, sweet and unending.
Joy and sorrow
In a glass case
In a duel they engaged
A duet they couldn’t play
Coexist in a case
Trapped
In a heart
Divided in equal parts
Each side torn
For joys and sorrows
Unknown
the lords on the clouds
so high, so strong
the sun was covered
my vision blackened
i walk slow, stumbled
in the dark, stranded

and though i’m blinded
my Lord is somewhere above
higher,
bigger,
stronger
Won't you please look at me
Why do your eyes shy away?
Are you afraid of what you'll see?
Or worried about what I'll say?

I wish you'd give me a chance
Show me a sliver of reality
Just a smile, a fleeting glance
Is this true love or infidelity?

I can spend hours waiting
Conversing with my hopeful self
All the while cremating
My lonely reality in this delph

Your silence is a symphony
Your silhouette leads me on
Your eyes, an epiphany
Lingering long after you're gone

We both wore black that night
Mine, a mourning wrapped in thread
But yours— burning me bright
Like sunlight to the undead

How blessed must he be
Who gets to hold you close
Yet how blind as he can never see
The way you inspire my prose

When we do finally meet
In your aura I get so high
But you sweep out my feet
With an impatient Ok Bye

If goodbye is all I’ll get
Let it linger, let it last
Let it burn like a cigarette
So I can love you in the past
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