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You were in a tail-spin, (You remember?)
Of course you do, endlessly falling,
Churning dark clouds for company,
Every silver-lining has a cloud.

So I reached right in, (you were so blind.)
Placed your trembling hand on the controls,
Although, you did not trust me, (did you?)
Not at first, although with good cause,
Because you were dizzy, disorientated.

But slowly, ever so slowly, we relaxed,
Pulled you out of the dive, up and away,
Banking, climbing, power ramping up,
Juddering through the stutter-stall,
Until we were purring, a throaty growl.

A big cat in a poorly constructed cage,
Bursting free, guided by rainbows,
Flickering smile insinuating itself upon your face,
(So lovely) on your beautiful lips.

Without really noticing, (smooth as silk)
We coasted along in open skies,
Rah, French kissing the gentle swell of the sea,
Transforming everything into a mirror,
Reflections captured in burnished bronze,
Can I release your hand now? (don’t gasp)
Yes, my love, you are flying again.

© Paul Chafer 2014
I have tried to emulate the style of Azaria here (Thank you Azaria) her writing so impressed me, kind of, first person narrative, with a second voice in brackets passing comments. I love this style, you decide if it works or not.
purple is the the first day of october, when
strangers eats your bones for breakfast and
your mother calls you beautiful for the first time
purple is every corner you've ever passed
with your friends and family
with cigarettes and candy
purple is him looking at you but seeing
a child that smells like museums in France
purple is the bitter taste of dry wine
and a fragile boy you once knew so well
purple is loving someone who
will never love
you back
 Jun 2014 Rochelle R
Mike Hauser
They both met in high school
Fell in love like a struck fool
Knew right away this was the one

From the very start
They melded each others heart
Yes, you can say it's true love

So after graduation
No need for explanation
Made plans to be together for life

They set to marry
In late February
Until that rainy evening on that fateful night

Now she places wooden crosses
On the highway losses
Of those that never made it back home

Mothers and Fathers
Brothers and Daughters
Who've lost out on love like her own

Which is the reason this quest
The center of her loneliness
Thinking back to what she almost had

When they both slipped from her hands
Her love and her life plans
Where irony is all she has left

If she could turn back the clock
To all that she's lost
Would it make a difference in where she is today

Being the same girl
In that same shattered world
Where he still holds the heart that she gave away

As she places wooden crosses
On the highway of losses
Of those that never made it back home

Mothers and Fathers
Brothers and Daughters
Who've lost out on love like her own
 Jun 2014 Rochelle R
Mysterystar
In which depth have I not sought!
Through dew drop I see not but the rainbow
I traveled with seismic wave to hold your footsteps!
OH! My love where is your berth……
Your absence cries my soul in vain…….


Come near, come near to me
Don’t you hear my voice calling for you ….
I knew those twinkling lighting shone in your eyes…
That night you and I reside together
Under the silver orchestra,
When some played Sitar and others played flute
Let me Oh! My love just once come to my life
And drink my soul, with the passion you drank me once……
Dear friend
do, take a moment
though you are busy
what I have to say
may save your life

Dear friend
listen, just a while
for my heart is open
ready to give you aid
to save you from yourself

Dear friend
you must, there is no doubt
let go of all of this
it is hurting you
and I cannot stand your pain

Dear friend
I implore you
I'm begging you
listen to what I say
your struggle is in vain

Dear friend
let it go, let all of it go
these things you cling to
as though they too
needed you

Dear friend
do not believe their lies
these feelings you have
deep inside of you
will surely **** you

Dear friend,
believe me when I say
that these regrets are worthless
as was everything
which created them

Dear friend
release them to the wild
these bad habits of yours
you are not a nun
let these bad habits go!

Dear, dearest, faithful friend
know that I love you
in all your parts
because you are worthy
and should never be alone

Dear friend,
you are me
and I am you
we are one
in this together

Dear friend
one last time
I will ask that you hear me
for it will soon be too late
and you will be gone

Forever.
 Jun 2014 Rochelle R
Zero Zaneh
I Am
 Jun 2014 Rochelle R
Zero Zaneh
I am not a game
When you beat Me
There is no high score
I don't have extra lives
So don't throw My life away

I am not a toy
When I am broken
You can't just put the pieces back
Don't go out and replace Me
So please take care of Me

I am a human being
There is so much that can be done
There is so few that cannot be undone
 May 2014 Rochelle R
Nickols
I don't know your name, but I can feel you in my chest.

I don't know your face, but I know of your light as it shines from within me.

I don't know the time, nor the place where I will meet you, but I know it will happen someday.

As the sun rises in the east and sets in the west.
Know: I will be waiting for you.
 May 2014 Rochelle R
Nickols
Please understand,
before this goes any further
than a friendly "hello".

I'm a little crazy.
Not crazy-good.
But the kind riding
on the side of delusional.
My brain spins in circles,
days & nights.
An awful sickness,
from dusk to dawn.

I'll have you know,
I'm the kind of crazy,
that has to take pills.
Jagged little circles,
ingested down my throat.
Digested,
to calm me down.

Please, don't judge me.
The doctor says it's normal.
But sometimes
I sit and wonder.
"What is normal?"

Back on topic now,
I was told by my therapist  
not to let others judge.
But then,
I'm left imagining
everyone in white-
George Washington wigs.
Swinging a gavel
and
screaming, "Order in the court!"

I swear, I'm not too crazy...
Only a special kind of lazy...

H-hey wait... W-where are you going?
I am a little crazy.
But aren't we all?
© Victoria

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