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Téa Rhyno Feb 2018
My days lately
have been sad, and dark and grey
I hope to find better, brighter days
maybe in the month of May

April hasn't come yet
but I'm prepared for oncoming showers
maybe all the clouds I see over my head
are just trying to water my flowers

The flowers that were frozen over
in the harsh month of December
the ones I've buried deep, deep down
the ones I can't remember

I know that the day will come
when all my flowers can finally bloom
I hope that time comes to me soon
but if not in May, then maybe June
Kush Feb 2018
It's that time of year again
And my legs are shaking
I see the same thing
And it's mine for the taking
But my hand, its faking
To be strong
To hold on
I don't wanna lose more
But I'm not getting close

What's happening to me
The curtain is falling again
The show is coming to close
And nothing is seeming to change

I remember the time
I was doing just fine
Everything I wanted
Was falling on my side

I felt it behind me
I was seldom alone
Cold breath on my neck
Cutting me through my throat.

Lust dripped on my skin
Terrifying a part of my soul
I would have thought to call
That memory

but it's long since gone
Dawnstar Dec 2017
I ride through the birkwood,
Passing snowbanks on every corner.
Day's end light blinds me.
Holiday joy turns bittersweet in my eyes,
And my lips are as dry as the air.
A fellow stranger sits by me....
Does he know he shares my name?
...Oh well, I hear a cawing:
From the window I see a hundred crows,
Circling the frozen river....
Friends laugh in the courtyard,
But I will be lonely tomorrow.
The Heart speaks a language
clear
The Mind limits it with a veil
sheer

The Heart prismatic
A luminaire
The Mind enigmatic
Vision threadbare

Unfathomable
The depth
Of
The Heart
The Mind feels shallow within
Abby Jo Jan 2018
I can still feel your heartbeat
Faster than I've ever felt
Loudest sound against my ear
With my head against your chest, I know you're nervous
You reassure what I already know as you whisper your thoughts
I can still smell your scent filling up my nose as we exchange our first kiss
Ushering me to the bedroom, I feel your heartbeat once again
I can still feel your skin grazing mine as we touch for the first time
I'd swear you were a magician pulling rabbits out of hats
You had my full attention
Seeing you in a new light now is something I don't mind
I can still feel my tears rolling down my cheek as we said our last goodbye
I knew it would be our last.
I cling on to every moment.
The air, the cold December air.
No longer December, but I can still feel e v e r y t h i n g
goodbye, Clyde
Derek Nelson Jan 2018
O, snow, why mustn't you go
A nuisance and irritating,
like a vexatious fly
You are not to my appreciation,
don't cha know?

You burn upon my hair and face,
a colossal disgrace
Fall in concrete-thick sheets
in the most inconvenient place
I truly despise you

Bone chilling cold and dark,
Frost-bitten by a wintry shark
A monstrous mammoth coat wrapped around me

The door is frozen shut
I've fallen on my ****
A black and blue ice sea forms behind me

Barely I can see,
I struggle for the key
And turn it as in the lock

Forcing the door
Ajar not before
A warm house air gives me a knock
anotherdream Jan 2018
Christmas lights,
Crystal snow.
Always so bright,
Always unknown.

Beautiful snow,
Arching mistletoe.
Wishes to blow,
Love can only grow.

Hanging plant,
Meeting place.
No more rants,
Only your face.

Take me in,
Pull me close.
Touch the brim,
Brushing my nose.

Only lasts seconds,
But lasts forever.
We don’t mind,
The chilly weathers.

Smoke of magic,
As you talk smoothly.
Don’t know what happened,
Just felt so soothing.

No flying reindeers,
No crimson sleighs.
Don’t need to see magic,
It lies within us, forever to stay.

Crackling wood,
Endless warmth.
You know I would,
Make you adored.

Nature’s winterhold,
Brisk cold breeze.
When you are cold,
I’ll be the one to freeze.

You need warmth,
I need humility.
Treasure of lore,
Gifts of opportunity.

Taking my breath away,
I can’t even recall the words to say,
Telling you’re perfect,
Endless fate, still worth it.
The Christmas I didn't spend with her S.B. <3
Dakota J Dawson Dec 2017
Pop music and Alaskan ice
Whiskey is cool and I'm blue
So too are the bloodied few

Smoke rises and inspires
Creation spirals into anew
Sending geysers ski high

Letting go the rigers of life
A summon of ice
Falling of snow flakes

Seasonal prices are here
Signs gripping onto holsters
Finding *** and coal

Air stale
Quietly rancid
Unholy desperation of breath

Job is old
Feeble are the bones
Lost is the soul
violavics Dec 2017
“Alright, enough - let me stop looking”
through the feed:
where they went
what they ate
who they saw
where they spent

is it just me or
does it seem uncanny
that I am the only one
feeling more lost
as I enter
my virtual scrapbook

my ups and downs
unfurl and curl me around
after merely twenty minutes,
activating to navigating
surreptitiously agitating

“I wonder how he’s doing
oh how about her too”
through the feed:
how they snapped
what they chatted
seems nosey but just
want to stay in the loop

it is just me or
does it seem melancholy
that I am the only one
feeling more lost
as I leave
my inner diary

wanting to restart:
empty
and
    unscathed
12/28/17 12:39PM
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