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UNiTY Feb 2017
Slowly backed down
quickly less covered
skin to skin
fingers traced shapes and letters
marks left for weeks
hoping they'd stay forever
softness of your smile
to the feeling of your lips to mine
no love song
only record spinning
self resetting
Psylla
not
paying attention to lyrics
only to your movements
every one of them
next to me
arms around me
hazy smoke lifting
towards the ceiling
windowpanes bringing light
shining upon this beauty
thoughts in my head
staring into blue
the universe in the eyes
beauty like the skies
inthralled
its all my dreams
but reality will show
UNiTY Feb 2017
I pull back the strings
Sound out and it rings
violin
or shooting arrows
through my heart
the rain bow
along the strings
UNiTY Feb 2017
Ripped apart
like the curtains pulled
light to dark
I'm ******* tired
but hate resides
I'm trying to love
I'm trapped
****
help me
I want to be in a prism
I'm really in prison
no bars or suits
only my room
UNiTY Feb 2017
under the influence
walking in the center
monsters on either side
scariest ones lie inside
icy cold but burning
I don't know whats happening to me
I need to go
parallel
yellow lines
no passing
I would be fine
feet slowly placing
heart deathly pacing
this place is abandoned
I don't mean the road
the road is empty
empty means for the moment
abandoned is forever left
empty places get filled
abandoned places like the heart
slowly beating
are only visited
not so often
sadly
only seen to vandalize
only meant for renegades
not empty
abandoned
along the road
UNiTY Feb 2017
where have I been
the question rings
zone for longer
than it seemed
I'm sorry
I was walking
only gazing upon the blooming
of now crushed
in my pocket
flowers
purple
like the skies
promising of storms
but solitary moon
hung on the midnight
UNiTY Feb 2017
Lie in the grass
Up in the clouds
Under the filtered sunlight
Rushing through the creek
Only on the ground
Feeling in the Earth
Feeling so connected
wishing I could sink
into the dirt
and remain
a part of the mother of all
inner souls, intergalactic
you're not alone when you have
the many grains of sand
that remain in your hair
and on your sleeves
waiting for a breeze
blown apart by feeling
called away by thought
UNiTY Feb 2017
The melatonin wasn't enough
she closed her eyes
but they snapped back open
darkness painting pictures
suddenly fluorescent
the ceiling was alive
more so than she was
embracing nothingness
only to find herself
waiting for something
that would never arrive
she awoke
two hours it seemed
but the neon clock beamed
only two minutes
had it been twenty-four
or was she lost in her head
unsure.....
alone in the night
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