Free Verse
Untidy Weavings
“I dream of you, more often than I’d like to admit. Every night if I could put a number to it. Under the cloth of darkness, within my cocoon of blankets that once cradled your skin; I lay awake thinking of everything under the sun. Praying, hoping for one night of untidy weavings. A semblance of idiocy that can be laughed about in the morning. Yet every night I dream of you. The longing that lingers on my lips, hunger upon my finger tips. A stampede of a thousand sparrows beating my chest. An eternity of honey sweetening my ears.
By Jake Trammell2 years ago in Poets
Pluto
We are in a dream within a dream. The illumination led us astray. Our revolution, our civil war. Our tyrants, our fallen. Their names are lost in the wind. Save our ships! Save our insignificant souls! It's just us now. You and I are the only ones left. We followed the signals while our fleet dwindled. We followed the enigma. You prophesied doom. Your secrets stayed with you. I thought we had more time. My hopes will die with me. In another life, we are together in the end. We were the paradigm of survival. You've disappeared into the oblivion. I tried to reach you but the darkness is so vast. The bowels of hell cannot compare to this nothingness. All I see are stars. Twinkling souls sinking into heaven. You're too far out of my reach. Like a balloon ascending. The zenith is right here. This is the end of home. I can't see you anymore. All I see are stars
By Anna Torres2 years ago in Poets
Neptune
Spineless and backbreaking. You're vapor and boundless. You evade detection but I see you everywhere. You're the word on the tip of my tongue. You already forgot your own desolation. I am sorry for your sorrow. You'll never get what you deserve. A victim of sabotage, a heartbreak in disguise. Your compassion leads you astray. You are indefinite. The final layer on the ocean floor. The drop of rain in the arid desert. There's a massive reservoir I cannot penetrate. You dissolve too quickly for me to touch. You swallow me in pieces. I submerge myself whole. They say it's like coming home. The endless sleep I always wanted. The past is forgotten. I was never here
By Anna Torres2 years ago in Poets
