#revised poem

[thepoetwholived]

Tittle: Hairpin

My Sunshine,

I fear our clock sang for the final time.

And that makes tonight our end.

Therefore I want to dance one final time,

Meeting our finale with love in our hearts.

I used my last hair pin to fix the record player,

And I rolled up your mother's rug.

Our audience: the house we built,

The applause whispers of endearment.

And with Sunrise

We take our final bow

[thatoneawoof]

[escapingthroughword]

Dreaming is a Mystery

Dreams. They are What we make them to be. They are our utopia. Our escape from reality. Our perfect worlds. They fill our heads. They romanticize The things we want. The things we desire. But sometimes…

Dreams. They have a habit, Of changing In a matter of seconds, No matter how small They start. Some into lucid dreams, Which will often fade, And others Into paralyzing night terrors, Which will often haunt. All consequences of…

Dreams. That search our subconscious. Showing us, What we strive most To hide. Revealing to us, Secrets. That, we ourselves, Refuse to accept In our waking hours. Like they are pulling Straight from the deepest parts Of our souls.

[escapingthroughword]

Soothing Rain

Rain. It comes in many forms. Hail. Mist. Ice. And snow.

It can rain From the inside And from the outside. It can ebb And flow like the tide Or come in sheets, Whiting out the world before you.

Nothing though, Can quite beat, Camping rain. Laying in a hammock listening, To the pitter patter, The drip    drip     drip of rain drops on the tarp, Strung up above you, Keeping you dry.

The monotonous melody Of the dripping above you Is a constant Natural ambiance, So soothing. Perfect for lulling you To sleep.

[escapingthroughword]

Safe Haven

A home. A sanctuary. A refuge. An escape. And a heaven.

A place of love. A place of joy. A place of happiness. A place of hope. And a place of fun.

A place to be yourself. A place to be free. A place to be open. A place to be a friend. And a place to learn.

Here, you find friends. You find relationships to last a lifetime. You find role models And people to look up to.

You find out who you are, The person you’re meant to be. You find your place And give back to those, Who gave to you.

[escapingthroughword]

Mute

Soundless Pure, utter silence Nothing Just deafening thoughts

Muted Except the floorboards No-one Can disturb this peace

Slow breathes Clarity at last Hardships Burden you no more

Encased In a warm cocoon This hushed World is only yours

Tranquil.  A monotonous lull.  Eyelids,  Fatigued, start to close.

Calm takes Hold with open arms.  Soothing You into slumber.

[gabriellamaries]

Color Against Bare Concrete

She danced her way through New Orleans, again and bared her shoulder to the cloudless sky. Iron wrought balconies spilled ferns and red flowers onto her twirling skirts. Jazz ribboned her ankles, wrists, and hips.

Color against bare concrete backdrop.

She felt the past in hustling streets and wished the streets weren’t strengthened with leveed promises. Salt and spices and burnt plastic touched the air, cobbling her breathing, halting her feet. Memory ever-demanding broken rhythm, ever-demanding (pursuing) broken time

[iguessimmyownbetterhalf]

revised

when i was nineteen i worked at a law firm. there was thick green carpet and narrow hallways lined with shelves, crowded with textbooks, dripping with jargon; the building reeked of privilege every day i crawled into a bronze vault, stacked inside with boxes filled with curled, yellowing documents, weighted down by ancient type-writer ink. i flipped through the wills and testaments of men who had never once dared. the firm had a strict policy of stagnancy. i wanted to change my name. i was tired of painting my nails and waxing my lip and shaving my legs and i was tired of the way my name falls from their lips as if it were nothing: nadie