We sit in screaming silence
As my head clanks and clatters
With wordless yik-yak;
That seems to be
On our regular menu;
So I take a bite every now and again
Just to satisfy my appetite.
We converse
And make dead-end chit-chat;
Expanding the deep blue ocean
That’s already between us.
So I put a note in a bottle
And send you an S.O.S.
Begging you
To rescue me from this sinking ship;
I’m plunging, and plummeting
Into this dark salty sea;
I gasp for air,
And choke on vague water,
As huge waves thrash me towards shoreline
I tumble onto dry land
Weary and tired;
And stumble
Out of love with you…
I try to believe that there is someone out there for all of us, it just takes time and the right moment to find them. But I feel your pain in this piece. And you're right, falling out of love is very hard... I've gone through that many times. Wonderfully penned, and very well expressed. Nicely done.
Really well written ! I love the images you paint with your words. Great job! The ending delivers the punch - very aptly captures the process of falling out of love. NICE NICE NICE!
very interesting way to write
love this piece the best of yours so far
you write from your soul and those make the best works
thank you for entering my contest
There needed no explanation there. I am not being rude. I just am saying that the piece is so beautifully written that it was easily understood. I love that your poems do not rhyme but they flow so nicely and paint a picture that you can't miss. I write mostly lyrically so my pieces usually rhyme. That is also what I enjoy reading unless the none-rhyming poetry is really good. Yours rocks!!
Keep it up girl!!
Love All,
Mejasha
this is amazing, i love it, i dont understand why its not rated higher, aw well i guess.... the reason i love this so much is because of the introduction and then u blow it away with the ocean part... greatly written, thank u for posting this on here
Another great piece from your pen!! Absolutely incredible imagery!! Our editors would love to read and review this work. It has great potential for publishing!!
So I put a note in a bottle
And send you an S.O.S.
Begging you to rescue me
From this sinking ship;
I'm plunging, and plummeting;
Into this dark salty sea;
I gasp for air;
And choke on vague water;
Once again your talents show so much imagery and power behind your words
I am 21 years old...I have been writing since I was in middle-school, I write because when there is no one else to listen to my pain, Pen and Paper always hear me..lol..I feel as if poetry is not what.. more..