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 Aug 2015 Kelley A Vinal
mikecccc
Such disgusting creatures
small and without pride
they skitter all over
they infest
they distress
they survive
through atomic fire
through haughty beatings
they survive and thus
the next generation does the same
I suppose that's enough.
 Aug 2015 Kelley A Vinal
Rhona
Today, a simple calendar day.
Not a holiday, but today: Sunday.
I gave up my first love,
He was the most wonderful love.
He made me feel like no man had ever before.
He hugged me with those big bear hugs.
Kissed me so passionately,
Made love to me so sweetly.
But fights and retained anger ate away our relationship.
He was all I ever dreamed for,
Yet I let him escape me.
It was mostly me,
It's always me.
I'm the one with the problems and issues.
Never him,
He's blessed with perfection.
And now I'm stuck reminiscing about his affection.
He says he'll change for me,
But what to do ?
Give this a go?
To find out he doesn't love me anymore.
How about we part now ?
Go our separate ways,
Before it hurts too much to bear .
I love you so much away from me you'll be happy,
You'll have you're dreamworld.
Away from this rotten little girl .
 Aug 2015 Kelley A Vinal
Meg
ivory keys
seek the touch
of long-dead
fingertips

fluttering
flittering
elegant keystrokes
gracefully enchanted

bittersweet tunes
staccato lilts
incandescent harmonies
melancholy melodies

every heartbreaking keystroke
drips
with mournful,
dismal sadness

each life is a
unique song;
each has their own,
single chorus

some are a great crescendo;
some a lullaby;
some are a lonely tune;
some barely even brush the keys

each journey,
though,
has white keys of joy
and black keys of sorrow

*but
even the
black keys
make music
And here's another - how surprising - excessively long poem. Go figure. (Side note: I apologize if this poem sounds racist; that was not my intention.)
 Aug 2015 Kelley A Vinal
Perri
A concert I attended
where a boy sat near me
I was intoxicated
and with fake confidence
I turned to him to see
gentle eyes
a soft face
and lips I couldn't ignore
We didn't hear a single song
when the night ended
we knew we needed more

So far away he lived
but our souls knew we should be
I had never felt like this
no one has ever gave me the looks
he would give me
So genuine
so kind
But the distance was an annoyance
it wasn't good to his mind

Another spring on it's way
I was thrilled for that cold, February day
to once again
see that boy I met
off we would go
to a DJ set
Our love that night would quickly grow
only to know
in a few hours
separate ways we would go
too much kissing
I don't remember that show

Summer is now ending
our love
forever pending
A festival we would meet
our love wouldn't be discreet
Mac Demarco
our favourite man
in the setting sun
holding my hand
we both stand
to the beautiful sounds
on this historic land
You look to me and say
I can't explain
how you brighten my day
there is something different about you

and I told you
I feel the same way too
No one has ever looked at me
the way that you do

And with that
the sun had set
separate ways we would go
until the next show
always wondering
always wanting
but I may never get to know
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