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Being alone is hard to describe
The way it makes you feel on the inside
Like no one wants to hear you
Or maybe people fear you
It’s emotionally exhausting
It has a bitter taste like lemon frosting
But only after being alone do you feel stronger
You change your thinking and feel this way no longer
You emerge a new person
You finally open up the curtains
You look at the sky and see no part without cloud
And you hear the thunder boom quite loud
At that moment you look at the barron wet terrain
And remember why you were in pain
There is nothing left but the raging cyclone
And when that subsides you’ll be all alone
 Jun 2017 Andrew Rueter
Vale Luna
There's a gentle metronome
Resting on my writing desk
Like a robotic lullaby
Humming me to rest
Tick-tick-tick
Through the night
Let my wrongs turn to rights
A dream that's a home

Tick; goes the metronome.

There's a fragile metronome
Posing on my wood bookshelf
The only sound in the room
Echoing all by itself
Tick-tick-tick
All day long
A sharp, melodic song
Cranking out a soothing tone

Tick tick; goes the metronome.

There's a cracked metronome
Sitting on my windowsill
Clocking in and out
The worst type of sleeping pill
Tick-tick-tick
Night and day
Hypnotizing it's prey
True tranquility stands alone

Tick tick tick; goes the metronome.

There's a defective metronome
Laying on my bedroom floor
It's sickening harmony
Rots me to my core
Tick-tick-tick
Losing power
I'm awake every hour
A heart weighed down by stone

Tick tick; goes the metronome.

There's a shattered metronome
Placed at the foot of my bed
A sound that’s lost its tempo
A heartbeat that's fled
Tick-tick-tick
In my brain
Repetition in vain
Break me til I'm nothing but bone

Tick.
Stops the metronome.
 May 2017 Andrew Rueter
Vale Luna
I’m trapped in the constellations
Because I tried to grab the stars
But the moon screamed
I screamed
Echoing across the celestial
So the city of lights awoke

And the extroverts below
Cry out at us
To force us to remain mute
As if they control the solar system
But the moon ignores them
Thus, I ignore them too

The rays liquify me
As I try to connect the dots
But the images I arrange
Are mocking me
Laughing through the sky
Teasing the Milky Way

And the sun scoffs our feud
Too galactic to engage
Only observing
As I bounce between the fiery lines
Surging into boundaries
Too torched to care

But for the introverts beneath
There’s only a catalina void
Where the established figures
Are marginally vitiated
Dim flickers
Lost in the distance

So I’m overshadowed
By this lunar eclipse
Helplessly cornered
Inside the myriad configurations
I scream
Because I tried to grab the stars.
Everything emptying
Emotions burn still
Life twisted into a Rubicon drill
Things started fading

As a leaves deprived by sun to live
My sojourn end with no laurels
Instead silence stare at me
As ocean turns dry

Sand swallow my body
I saw my spirit traversing
Into a narrow way of glowing incense
Many adore the smoke in a round hut like goddess appeasement

The quest was full of hatred
As my body was stinking
And decaying on termites parvenu
My alluring body gives in to earth deceit

by Martin Ijir
The witness let out a parody of a scream
Strangled against the depths of the hollar.
The mountain like an inky black old God.
It spoke in tectonic speeds
It shocked the witness
Every cell moved in protest
Its mind was rent from body
Scattered to the void
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