Watching You Leave

[Rahsash Geldich]

I'll tell myself

Its the coffee

That makes my hands-

Quiver- as they reach

Across the ocean of space

Between our desks

To follow those

Familiar lines

I have once traced

That are the face

I know so well

 

This feeling of

Fluttering wings

With little thorns

Is hunger in my belly

Not- me craving

Your hand on my back

In my hair, brushing,

Soothing my tears.

Coaxing them to close

My throat with their pressure

 

I think I just need a drink.

That will help cool

My puffy eyes

That sting in rememberance

Of my soaked pillow

That was surely

Just a bad dream.

[Zariah]

I really like the form- how it continues

on the

next line

to give a

feeling

of great

completeness when finished.

 

[Beautiful Nightmare]

yeah i like that too hehehe its a really cool poem though!

I'll tell myself

Its the coffee

That makes my hands-

Quiver- as they reach

Across the ocean of space

Between our desks

To follow those

Familiar lines

I have once traced

That are the face

I know so well

 

* i love this stanza *

[Rahsash Geldich]

Thanks for your comments you guys! And mostly, the thoughts-on-a-line are my adaptation of free verse. If I write too much my thought patterns start to do that in my head.