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 Dec 2014 svdgrl
F White
Bats
 Dec 2014 svdgrl
F White
Snow is falling-
covering up the memory of
Summer
copyright fhw, 2014
 Dec 2014 svdgrl
King of the Fall
Its not a bad life
just a bad day
so get high
because the world
is too low
 Dec 2014 svdgrl
E
Recollections
 Dec 2014 svdgrl
E
Let me not forget

Find and collect again
the moments of you&i;
in December wind and a field soaked with
raindrops

I dip my toes &
can't stop myself from jumping
into waves of retrospect that

Let me not forget
 Dec 2014 svdgrl
Suzy Hazelwood
Before my eyes
it is fading
descending
dying

A world of weakness
has burst forth
transformation
has risen

And even if I choose
to look away
and pretend
refuse to acknowledge
what is
glacial voices
will whisper
behind my back
and affirm the change

My desire
is worthless
to wish for
the blooming of flowers
and the buzzing of bees
when all has moved on
without my consent

Everything is dying
because it must
slowly
receding
until winter
covers the falling
with it's long cold embrace
and consumes it all

And my days will be
as though
May till  September
had been a perfect
flawless
fantasy
If you're interested, you can hear me reading this on SoundCloud -> https://soundcloud.com/suzyhazelwood/until-winter-poetry
 Dec 2014 svdgrl
Emman Bernardino
The Power of the Fire
Is like the melody of a Lyre
The Beauty of the Light
As she strummed it right

As the environment shine
From a single element
It can transform as needle's fine
A slice of a cold metal is its dent

A cloud touches my ear
Is the sweetness I hear?
A instrument from a wood
Can make such beauty as it could

Like a shield and a sword
They can be combined as a word
My evaluation is not worth it
For its art is too great to evaluate
 Dec 2014 svdgrl
Navon Jadeen
I love to make people smile!!
Even if mine isn't real….
I like to help solve others problems!!!
ven if I can't solve my own…
I like to pretend that everything will be ok!!!
Even if I know they're knot….
Ha get it knot…. That knot is what I feel sometimes in the pit of my tummy… right here..... No I'm not crazy I know you can't see my stomach,  but I know that you're imagining it right now. And I know that  imagination is how some keep sane because no matter how old you get your imagination is your fountain of youth…
I just thought you should know!!!
I really dont know what I just wrote but whatever
Patterns float
obscured
by uncertain mists
recreating
a scene perceived
and painted
in washes of water colour
overlapping, merging
transfixed
fresh and timeless.

The shape
of routine activities
unpredictably change
or shatter
behind
the inexorable advance of time
as sequences
inevitably retreat
into a fading future
until the circle is complete.
 Dec 2014 svdgrl
Aria of Midnight
I am a humble painting
hung upon a common wall,
composed of grey tears;
striking, yellow laughter;
trampling fear; undisciplined love,
of other human beings.
 Dec 2014 svdgrl
kylie formella
hell
 Dec 2014 svdgrl
kylie formella
at which did you decide that i was no longer good enough?
nothing ever changed for me
something inside you has died and
i'm not even allowed inside the funeral because
nobody knew that we were lovers
how am i supposed to breathe
when your breath is still inside my lungs
from all the smoke i shotgunned
i'm your favorite scar;
your favorite sad story'
to tell your grandkids one day
"i broke a girl's heart once,
she still writes me everyday"
you can't just look at the glass
you've got to shatter it
so every one knows that you were the one that did it
nobody can ever break me again,
you do it everyday
the me who smiles is dead,
i hung her in my closet
with my father's belt.
i never gave it back to him because i never saw him again
after he said "see you soon."
just like you, you promised too.
i tried stitching us back together with
"i need you"
but you didn't even care
i have dreams where you **** me
and in my dreams,
you have the courtesy to keep pretending you love me
home is where the ghosts are
home is where the heart aches
home is where you got all your scars
home is in his chest;
it's a beating heart
and you don't know how to untangle yourself
from his nooses made of veins
let me go,
let me go to heaven
my time in hell is over with
 Dec 2014 svdgrl
oui
you play the song again
(maybe nows the time)
but you still tap off beat
it doesn't seem to rhyme

"so do you like my song?"
i could not hate it more
"oh darling yes of course,"
you run straight for the door

the album looks so lovely
like your sweet collared shirt
so bite your lip and panic
his song makes your ears hurt
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