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 Feb 2016 Flynn
winter
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 Feb 2016 Flynn
winter
my mind spatters on canvas
another piece of evidence to my madness

i spill my speculation
and wallow in my damnation

the wind whirls with thought
just another useless idea caught

life has no exact description
dictionaries are just fiction

language has evolved
yet no new problems have been solved

more wasted acrylic
on something i wish was idyllic

my artistry has withered
and fantasies have been embittered

but i will live with the vacant
as i am just now nasent
 Jan 2016 Flynn
rootsbudsflowers
That feelin's coming back again
But baby don't you worry

Baby
Baby
Don't you worry

Don't you
Worry
Worry
Any.

You knew this day was coming.

That thought of slowly losing

Of falling
Failing
Choosing

Between one life and another

You knew this day would come.

But baby don't you worry

Baby
Baby
Don't you worry
Not your pretty little heart.
Not you.

You knew this day was coming
So
Baby
Baby
Don't you
Worry

Don't you
Worry
Worry
Worry
Any
More.
 Nov 2015 Flynn
rootsbudsflowers
All else
Falls away
When I see your face.

Please stay with me
Always.
 Nov 2015 Flynn
Rapunzoll
i swirl in van gogh.
i am charcoal stains
on blue,
a smile of barbed wire
for the painter,
i am mona lisa, true.

monet, he paints me
calm waters,
water lilies floating
in solitude,
he doesn't see
the fire sprouting
in my veins.

picasso cannot stain
my heart with colour,
magritte cannot
create a masterpiece
out of my eyes.

to be immortalized
i beg in pink
lick the brush
and paint myself
alive.

end my days
in escher,
sketch myself
out of the stairway,
into the globe.

throw myself
at deaths eye,
kiss the canvas
rotten, ******,
*pretty.
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 Nov 2015 Flynn
Molly Nixon
It's another one of those nights
anxiety reaches new heights.
Pound back the bottle and try not to start fights.
Split the blunt, if you don't roll it, I might.
Hold me tight
Remind me what it's like
to feel right
I've lost sight
of where I'm going
The hardest part is not knowing
I wipe off the mascara,
though my pain is still showing
But no one is there and no one really cares.
I'll just pack up and go somewhere.
One of those poems where you're just all in the feels.
 Nov 2015 Flynn
Molly Nixon
one small step forward,
slowly & surely
Don't know where I'll end up,
I just hope I'm worthy.
I want something that's mine so I don't have to share it
Am I a fool to believe there's something I may merit?

Time to break it down
Let's get out of this town
I don't wanna stick around
What would you put at stake?
Would you let a heart break
if it was never yours to take?

I can feel the world quaking,
Wait, that's just my hands shaking.
Second guess decisions I'm making

Like, what kind of life is this?
Is there another wave of consciousness?
Or is this just all there is?

Wait, I think I lost ya,
I'd explain but it'll cost ya.

There's not much point anyway
cause no one's really here to stay.
When I'm in my head, I drift away.
I get quiet when there's lots to say,
in hopes some good will float my way.
questioning existence, second guessing life limits
 Nov 2015 Flynn
Molly Nixon
Don't ask the gambler about where the cards fall,
Not only will he bet against you, he will bet it all.
 Nov 2015 Flynn
rootsbudsflowers
She tries to keep her smile hidden,
To hold it inside of her
For just a moment longer
Before letting it out
All at once.

You don't need to hide your joy from me
Don't keep it locked inside.
Set it free for all to see,
We could all use a little laughter.
We could all use a little sun.

You're so light,
I'll say it again.
You put the sun to shame.
There's no other way to say it.
No other words can express
The way you light up a room
Just by simply
Being in it.

She stretches out her arms
And lets out a sigh.
Before pulling her palms
Above her head.
She's tired.
It's time for the sun to get some rest.

Cue the moon.
He walks in after a long day at work.
He hates it.
He wants wants to quit.
He wants to leave.
But instead,
He kisses me.

You're so smooth,
So wise,
So calming.
You give me chills
The way you shimmer
In the middle of the night.

Your tender lips
Form a crescent
Against your face
As they turn upward
To greet me.

Sunshine can be nice
But I'll spend my nights
With the moon.
I'll see you in the morning
My dear light.
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