Poetry Blog by Sarah Mae
I hold him close and lean into his whisper.
His thoughts like the place where heart and soul collide,
I feel his heart, beneath the wall he puts up sometimes.
And in the quiet,
the best kind of quiet,
I listen for the wanderings of his mind,
should they ever pass my door.
For when the sun rises the next day,
I fear he’ll find the brighter things than me.
Tuesday 6th March 2018 9:15 pm
We fell apart so effortlessly.
Like snowflakes from a cloud.
We looked like we were floating,
but reality was the ground.
We came to pieces.
Like leaves withering in fall.
Our hearts and our heads,
got mixed up in it all.
We lost our color.
Like paint drying in the sun.
We didn’t mix the right way,
thus the breaking had begun.
Is this a sad story?...
Friday 19th January 2018 1:07 am
Weren’t we always taught from day one,
that as soon as we see the moon,
there goes the sun.
Well don’t you think we’ve been staring at the moon too long,
knowing there’s a sun?
Knowing the something out there, is a something that’s bright.
And maybe our planet is dark,
but I have not failed to notice the hidden light.
The lights in the eyes of a laughing child,...
Tuesday 2nd January 2018 6:08 pm
What of the writings of laughter?
What of the humble ramblings?
The vain attempts to expound something
they only write what happens after.
What of the thought of laughter?
Of remembering the soul shaking,
Of teary eyes and the best way to lose the quiet game.
They skipped to the next chapter.
Friday 15th December 2017 5:38 am
The running out of blank space
in my notebook,
leads to the running into blank space
in my head it took.
What should be written,
and what shouldn’t,
remains locked away in my thoughts that tend to run.
And there’s a certain lost feeling,
one gets when they have no more poems to write.
It’s not that I can’t see the beauty
in you anymore,
Friday 15th December 2017 5:16 am
Saturday 9th December 2017 3:57 pm
They told me,
life would its have ups and downs.
But lately its been winding down,
to more of a flat road.
I’m sure you’ve heard, the one you’re on so long,
you forget where you’re going, it goes on so slow.
great revelations, heart wrenching trials,
some wonderful epiphany.
Self-discovery and all of its battle scars.
Wednesday 6th December 2017 5:49 am
I met a boy who was a square.
On the edge of catastrophe,
On the edge of addiction,
On the edge that we often stand on
At least once,
Contemplating the distance to the ground.
Then I met a girl who was a triangle.
She was three people in one,
She was the girl who partied too hard,
Whose wrists were often scarred
And the package of “I’ve got it all t...
Monday 4th December 2017 5:18 am
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