Stories tagged “POETRY”

  • For My Friend

    Her moon, like hurt, pales in the sun’s comfort; the warm light lifts what discourages with the mist— and this regal girl emerges with dark purple lips, pearls in her fists, and blue worlds of mackerel skies reflecting off of her soft emera...

    • Author: Tad Winslow
    • Posted over 5 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • A Gentleman, Even In The End (Mature)

    I noticed a purple bruise on your neck, no doubt a perfect imprint from some woman quite unknown to me. I kept my mouth shut as you trailed your fingers lightly over the soft skin between my ear and the base of my neck. How could I be disappointed? Re...

    • Author: Ariah Oak
    • Posted over 5 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • The Straight Face Contest

    The first scene: I stand at the end of a long (and winding) gravel driveway, my heart pounding and I can’t quite put my finger on why I’m trembling. Lightning strikes, illuminating the sky with a brilliant flash and if I squint, I can se...

  • The Wall That Stands Between Us

    Should we pretend that we stretched our roots far under the feeble ground we stand upon instead of latching onto far away places with strange new faces? Should we pretend we are lovers, laughing under the midnight moon that bathes the land in a dim, ...

  • Legacy (Poetry)

    Bury me up on high / where there’s sun in a blue sky / In death I will shine

  • Castaway

    A new beginning, or a dead end? My choking brain (drowning in the sorrows of the heart) begs me to give in, to put me out of my own misery. I chop my hair off so the blade doesn’t return to my wretched wrists. And deep down don’t deny tha...

  • Communicating Through Yellowing Postcards

    It’s rumored that the human brain has such an extensive and colorful vocabulary, that we can only really think of five words at a time. Hence the stuttering, the stumbling, the choking. The words better left unsaid become forgotten within a ...

  • Air Over Open Water

    The leaves are numerous, Noon illuminated, Nearly neon green, Consuming light the clouds can’t catch— While the wind’s whims Dance branches like puppet limbs With systems of cool air (the canyon’s companion) Quick to rollick lif...

    • Author: Tad Winslow
    • Posted over 5 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • I Think I'll Go To Boston

    Infinite dotted lines race down cracked streets that stretch beyond my field of vision, and the sun beats through my flimsy tank top and the wind ruffles my hair like the down feathers of the pigeons in the streets. The hustle and bustle of people s...

  • Rejected Help

    It’s a hideously cold and rainy day I pull my jacket tighter to keep the chill at bay I am hurrying along the pier When I hear a shriek of fear My head whips around And I see you in the sea You’re being sucked down My run turns into a bound...

  • The Last Good Thing I'll Ever Write About You (Mature)

    A tune carries on the light breeze from the park down the way and it’s you, so familiar, so warm, like the burns your name leaves on my ribcage. I obsessively look at the small collection of photos we have, trying (not at all) to banish you fro...

    • Author: Ariah Oak
    • Posted over 5 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • A Different Kind Of Love

    I began as an innocent lump of colorless clay. You did not come in until one full year later, but as soon as you saw me, you knew and I knew that you would change me for the better. To you, I was a challenge. A colorless lump of pathetic clay that you...

  • Waste Of My Time

    Dissatisfied and teary-eyed. I will never come out on top in this game. I will always come in second place to the blonde-haired, blue-eyed beauty that I’ve tried so desperately to slip away from. I’ve tried so hard to make a name for myself...

  • Good Riddance

    It’s not a good bye. Not really, anyways. It’s more of a see you later. I’d say I’d see all of you soon, but I’m quite obviously lying.

  • Pomp & Circumstance

    The sky was that shade of blue I’ve always admired. The clouds were light and fluffy, lofting high above our capped heads. The stadium almost looked like an ocean the way our caps and gowns ebbed and flowed around me. I got caught in a rip curre...

  • Song for the Selkies

    Heavy in my arms Won’t you fall asleep Gonna catch you in my dreams Like we’re swimming through the sea Carry you to shore One step at a time In a long and crooked line As the waves sweep by Feel the cold waves washing Footsteps lost like s...

    • Author: Jae
    • Posted over 5 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • The Wildwoods

    I met a weird medley of people this week. Quick glances and sideways stares were the only communication we shared. Between you and me, I could have done without them. The ocean has this unknown appeal to it. What lies under those serene tides? Those b...

  • Wishing On Planes. Hoping For Miracles.

    It caught us by surprise, really. Reeled us in and even though you swore otherwise, you ran right to it, tearing your blindfold off in the process. A fool, you called yourself, for letting your ego take hold and choke your logic. I waited in the wings...

    • Author: Ariah Oak
    • Posted over 5 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5
  • Origins

    In the near future, there will be an ocean between us. If you’d let me, I would swim the vast and unknown waves and wash up on some sandy shore, disheveled and quite confused, but grinning madly nonetheless up at your welcoming eyes. However, I c...

  • Sparks To That

    If the second is the same then the flames ignite the inertia of irritation a rash against my midriff ripped up into the night every word fuel on the fire a passive peaceful glance like paper, inert draped gently, burned from the inside out.

  • Looking For The Pacific Ocean With A Flashlight

    I had my first out-of-body experience. The walk over to the grass seems fuzzy to me, even now after trying to recollect it for the past few hours (Has it really only been two?) My movements seemed to blend into time itself, and I couldn’t feel a ...

  • 4:54 A.M.

    A wicked storm brewed earlier this morning. It startled me awake with its brilliant flashes of lightning and the roaring cracks of thunder. I jolted up at once, sleep still present in my drowsy eyes. I thought for a second the lightning might strike t...

  • A Soldier and His Wife.

    Death lies on her, like an untimely frost upon the sweetest flower in all the field. Under the grey clouds, a storm brews and I’ve finally let go of my shield. What was once an army of men, lies amongst the Flowers. The night draws in, I’...

    • Author: miniash
    • Posted over 5 years ago.
    • 4 out of 5
  • Melancholia

    I miss you It seemed as simple as that, at first, she said; wrapping another blanket round herself, perched on a melancholic window seal, hoping the grey clouds would turn a golden yellow something that would cure my thirst, it was not something I coul...

    • Author: miniash
    • Posted over 5 years ago.
  • Orbital

    An infertile Nocturnal eye Hurtles above Earth’s thermal sky— Catching the light of day Cast away By Dubai (Desert to desert) This is about her
 The sun-drenched 
 Pale powder, Imprecise spotlight,
 As a Coin Towering ov...

    • Author: Tad Winslow
    • Posted over 5 years ago.
    • 5 out of 5