Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Last day of college.
The world around her screams in glee.
Almost oblivious, they all frolic.
Momentary un-lock of commitment;
Summer's come.
Energy's residue; heat; young sentiment.
The centre piece, just for the hell of it.

Though detached she is.
Flung in her own, she reclines.
Where Time holds her still, to nourish
And throw away when it decides.
Where enough suns have fallen for the tarnish to be justified.

Can you blame her?
Who else can one find.
Where the one attached has withered and died.
For that is love;
An inexorable tie.
A close trust.
Founded on the lie of an eternal bond.

Where the soul is gone
And all that is left is the tune, the song.
The Melody, the beat that repeats on and on and on
(You must be creative to be able to move)
That's what love does

I do not sit idly on what could have been
*I stay forever on what was!
CJ Manoos May 2017
it was a beautiful starry night when we were both drunk, lying on the sand
you told me bout your ugly and weird fascinations
i was intently listening to your most peculiar thoughts
there were moments when we could just shut up for a minute
but feel no awkwardness at all
i can hear you breathing
and that, i think, is still the best melody I've heard so far
sometimes i'd take a quick look at your face
you looked so happy, i almost thought i was dreaming, as if everything's not real
but no, it was profoundly true. we felt infinite. that was the only time i ever felt alive.
but that was then, life happened. and i don't know where you are now.
i wonder who's lying with you on the sand now, listening intently to your most peculiar thoughts
listening closely to your inhales and exhales
sharing the most comfortable silences with you
staring at the beautiful moonlight, feeling infinite. wishing the night would never end.
he must be so lucky.
Lemonade May 2017
Your guitar speaks a lot about you.
Through the songs you sing,
and the tunes you play.
ARI May 2017
He was like a gentle melody
I hadn't had a name for
Playing on repeat inside my head.
But once I read the lyrics
I realized I didn't like the twisted words
The seemingly peaceful song had said.

-ARI
ARI May 2017
Rain drops resting on our cheeks
Such sweet renewal
No one dares to speak.
Our eyes turned up to the stars
We have found peace
Right where we are.
Natures voice made us a melody
For us to dance to;
For us to sing.

So darling
keep your hands
wrapped around my waist
Listen to my laughter
As I kiss your lovely face.
Know that for time and
For ever after,
You'll be the rain
That cleansed my soul.

Sunshine crawls; gently waking me
While I'm cradled by
My living dream.
Love waltzing from my soul
Wrapping 'round the one
Who became my home.

So darling
keep your hands
wrapped around my waist
Listen to my laughter
As I kiss your lovely face.
Know that for time and
For ever after,
You'll be the rain
That cleansed my soul.
You'll be the rain
I'll always know.

-ARI
Shruti Gauba May 2017
I am a little note,
A voiceless sound.
Until I am embrace life,
I shall stay bound.
But lend me to an artist
and then you shall see,
How he'd mix me with his mayhem
so a symphony I can be.
But if I wished, then I
could be a patriot's song;
the anthem you people would sing,
but that won't be for long.
Because the next time you hear
I'll be a melancholic tone,
tearing your heart apart,
as you stare at walls alone.
Or I could be a joyous rhythm
to make your soul smile,
or to make you tap your feet
and forget the world for a while.
For I am just a note;
you thoughts, I can vocalize.
Deciphered only by the heart
and not the brain of someone wise.
Nylee May 2017
Right now I hear a tune
which makes me to write
the confusions ,
I invite

These words in my head
makes little to no sense
but they are well fed
don't give me much chance

They change their melody midway
and make me change my rhyme right away
But I still write , the words my brain supply
and like that , time passes by

Dawn breaks , as the night ends
And some power descends
I switch off the lights ,
The sun shines bright

Then the wind chimes ring
and I hear the birds sing
Stopping the process of thinking
I taste some peace this sound brings
Cné Apr 2017
He soars high, floating in her wake
Inhaling every detail of her flowing grace
Her brushes of touch, causing him to shake
Delicate weaving hearts of leather and lace

Inspiration sails high, with her drifting in his mind
Ripples from deep emotions, she elegantly paints
Closing his eyes, entrusting her, flying blind
Together, one with the other, interlinking chains

Flickering fates of fireflies under stars aligned
Precious moments in time, worlds collide
A rendezvous in the Milky Way, by design
Consummating souls kiss passionately, ignite
to be ...
da Vinci's "Mona Lisa"
Vermeer's "Girl with the Pearl Earring"
or "The Girl from Ipanema"
only in my dreams ...
Ana Apr 2017
Splash!* The ocean goes.
Hitting that big, old stone.
That create such beauty
in a form of a sound
that is more likely a melody.

"Madelaine! Madelaine!"
The waves call for me.
How thrilling it is to hear it shout my name,
for what calls me now
is what thrills me.

"Madelaine! Madelaine!"
The wind starts to whistle,
making me dance alongside the water.
My toes are being embraced by the sand
from which I am tracing on.
I am loved.

"Madelaine! Madelaine!"
I move closer
to hear each whisper.

The vast emptiness of this large body of water
may **** me,
but why do I choose to let thee?

"Madelaine! Madelaine!"
I am scared but hell, do I want to know?
For what purpose does it murmur my existence?
I am scared
yet it embraces my name.

"Madelaine! Madelaine!"
I conquer my fear.
I learned to love
what loves me
but hell, do I really know?
When it could actually **** me?

"Madelaine! Madelaine!"
The vast emptiness of this large body of water
may **** me
but now I choose to let it be.
For I am loved
by the sound that the ocean makes.
I learned to love
what loves me
that will only eventually **** me.
Next page