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lX0st Feb 2015
It was as if the curtains split
And caused these flames to ignite
And the lucid beckoning in your eyes
Glistened fiercely in the light
The smoke threatens to seep in
And though try, it might
Our fire blazes through these shadows
And won't retreat without a fight
I love you.
how shall be written
to be done

with an immaculate

percission
percussion
personae

your soul is frequent
gaze at night, at stars to moon
my main
mystique
morph

there is silent
self observer
doing everything

while just
breathing

there are
still
pure

flowing
fantastically
fullfiling

channels
of fresh air
To hug a tree
To dream a dream
To be
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Impeccable Space
Love and poetic
Writting
~~~~~~~
Adrian Jan 2015
Let us start fresh,

Fresh like a morning dew,
Fresh like the serenity a harp brings forth,
Let our hearts collide again with peace and love.

Let love flourish, let love flow.

As the rivers stream forth,
We may hit waves and rocks,
But nevertheless, our flow will go on.

And It will go on till forever.

Our flow will conquer valleys, hills and mountains.
And share life to dry and wasted lands.

So let us start fresh.
Leaving every wound and scar,
Let us give our farewells and leave our regrets behind.

With eyes fixed sealed tight
let us go,
go to the place prepared for us.
let us start fresh.
Unknwn Dec 2014
Right here, standing tall.
Right now, moved on.
"Right here. Right now."
My best buddy keeps on singing this line to me.
Miki Dec 2014
Not suicidally
Or accidentally
But in the sense
Of noteriety

I dont want
Anyone knowing me
Or the awful human
I used to be

I want to start fresh
Do good for the world
Start charitable organizations
And be the angels herald

Even my own father
Calls me devlish now
So maybe its time
To five a final bow

Ill exit the stage
And sink from sinful fame
Ill do what i want
With no title or name

And how freeing itll be
To not look after you
To not reassure
Every ****** thing you do

And i wont tell a lie
Not even for my own good
And if you think me cold hearted
You clearly misunderstood

I wont pity petty people
I wont try and hold your hand
When all you want to do
Is fight the quick sand

Youre sinking faster
Than i can keep up
So im done going down
With a ship thats far sunk

So yes i want to die
Im exhausted from this
Life is miserable
When your boots are all i kiss

So im starting over fresh
Born again as a fresh new babe
And i hope this world is kinder
Than when i was first made
Im really just so tired and im counting the days until i have the freedom to just start over and leave.

Also idk how to spell noteriety
Beth Richter Dec 2014
My throat is a desert,
Scratched sore with sand.
My cheeks soaked and stained,
With tears that will not end.

My heart faintly beating,
Each pump proves a test.
It hurts to go on living,
Yet life continues in my chest.

My nights are sleepless,
My days a misty haze.
I feel so lost without you,
Each day an endless maze.

I search for all the words,
Though never even said.
They are mixed and jumbled,
All around inside my head.

Each day I face this war,
Between remember and forget.
It weighs me down, this endless chore,
I wake each morning with regret.

They say time is the only way to heal,
Fresh cuts soon fade to scars.
So why does this pain I feel,
Still leave me dizzy, seeing stars.
Still fresh
    with that "popping" sound
Not yet throwing
     that dreaded "L" word around
   Starting to fall
         but having fun going down
        
First taste,
     a different kind of feeling
Going slow
          not yet hoping
or dreading
      Just beginning to notice all
           the little things
  Too soon for deeper meanings

      It's all still so new to me
but just recently...
         I had a glimpse of chivalry,
    opening doors and carrying bags
      Actual, honest to goodness, decency!
        Very pleasantly
             surprising....
D Nov 2014
Take a minute
To reflect, to remember
All you use to be, who you were
Then throw it away
Cast it aside
Take a lighter and watch it burn
The Jarl Nov 2014
Walking down a path, onto the other side
Holding your hand and noticing the grass getting greener
This is what it's like for love to coincide
Fresh air feels my lungs and my heart tells me "I love her"
In reflection of the first time I felt as though I had fallen in love
As I write this from up above a couple hundred feet,
Overlooking this beautiful and bustling city
-- which I had only known lesser than twenty-four hours --
I cannot help but heave out a sigh of contentment.

***** even though we're hundreds of miles away from home,
This city has not ceased its glaring warmth.
Maybe it's the environment, maybe it's the people
Maybe it comes down to being just blessed.
I am in love with Davao. This city had my heart within half an hour.
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