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Dave Robertson Jul 2020
Wet grass caps toes,
a long missed inconvenience,
each pace lifting
weight long loved

The dappled, leaf stopped light
tries to placate,
but you won’t stay

Like time and tide
you wipe your face clean
and disappear through trees
with no trail
LKavanaugh Jul 2020
Tanned Skin
I lost my tongue
Probably somewhere in your bedroom where we explored every last inch of each other
For the final time.
You see in my memory
Our bodys were maps
Indiana Jones couldn’t measure our wanderlust.
I forgot my integrity
I think I dropped in between the seat of your car
When you first picked me up last spring.
Like all of those lighters
It slipped gently and quietly between the leather
I misplaced my independence.
It might be in a disguarded box
Maybe it happened when I helped you pack moved from that apartment you loved so much on Queen.
I imagine it somewhere forgotten
Behind the patio furniture in your moms garage.
I let go of my muse
Reaching into my stomach I tore out the last remaining butterflies
Opened my palms
And watched them fly away
Just as mesmerizing and bright as I recall when they arrived.
I remember now that I lost my tongue.
You did always adore the silence.
It was not body's we explored that day.
We discovered the end.
The unfair truth.
Every last inch of you.
©LKavanaugh
Rose Jul 2020
Remember when I said I'd see you one day?
Remember what I said to make me feel okay
About myself and now you're gone

I know you don't know me but I shoulda said goodbye
So many beautiful people I've lost in my life
And I know you didn't deserve to go

It's no myth though I try
To get you out of my eyes
Tear it out but there goes a piece of my life

And ever since you died
I've been trying so hard not to cry
And I keep thinking that I didn't say goodbye

And I remember that I loved you so much
Even though we never were close enough
So many memories I never got to write

I remember how I said I would meet all five
But in the end I suppose only four would survive
But I still know that you didn’t deserve to go

But you were too young, too needed to fade away
On such a beautiful day
Leaving our sorrow and pain
Nothing can bring you back this way

I prayed that one day
I'd get to meet you this way
So now I think God's fake

And I'm just praying, hoping, thinking, I shoulda said goodbye
Just a song I wrote for today's date- 7.13.20. for Grant Imahara, who passed away today. He was the host of MythBusters, the TV show which was the only thing that really worked helping me out of depression. I never met him but I keep hoping that it's all a cruel joke someone played on us. I promised I'd meet him one day and now I never will. Still hoping it's all a nightmare.
Garrett Johnson Jul 2020
Ode to her flannel shirt.

The dark horse screams.
The water mimics me.
The sunlight keeps us clean.
The night time keeps us lean
For what.
Inside of me?



Garrett Johnson.
End times for eternity snow globes.
Sin Jul 2020
I adore you from afar
not expecting anything
Admiring you
is the sweetest inspiration

But a chance came,
you started to notice me
And one day
you message me out of nowhere

I feel butterflies in my stomach
and started to scream under my pillow
I can't suppress my emotions
and start telling it to my friends

But I've noticed
a lot of red flags
all over you
But still I like you

I still continue talking with you
even though I knew
that you will not like me
I still take the risk

And gave you my body
without any hesitation
And now I'm Just laughing at myself
Because I knew that it's it the only thing you will like about me.

And now you're gone.
...
-df Aug 2020
i stand with arms wide open, ready to welcome you home.

and there you are
running, running, running,

to the one that has no arms for you.
may you have the greatest love. even though that doesn't include me.
Ashlyn Yoshida Jul 2020
Another happy
helpful joy
she left this place without a word
I wanted to tell her everything
a friend a light

and now she's gone without a trace
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