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A few of my relatives have become screen doors -
trying to hold back a Winter storm
Copyright October 22 , 2016 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
I remember when I first saw
What Women Want
And wished that I too
Could read people's thoughts
Little did I know
It actually came true
Only in a different form
Called intuition
Oh, isn't that just true
 Oct 2016 monet vanbuskirk
L
Read between the lines.
Pictures sometimes lie.
Why hasn't he called?
Do you like her more than me?
I can't sleep.
You never sleep.
You're still asleep?
I love you. I think.
I hate you. I don't.
I wouldn't blame you.
I wish I never loved you.
Please leave.
please don't
Cigarettes,
and hypnotic glances
within her
hazel brown eyes.
Moonlight,
too short of her
innocent beauty;
the dreadful silence
resonated like a
harmonizing violin chord
tuned in between our
intertwined souls.
your eyes are like oceans
and i want to drown
 Aug 2014 monet vanbuskirk
Amada
I jog through memory lane
With lactic acid welling in my chest
But euphoric nonetheless.
 Aug 2014 monet vanbuskirk
Amada
I no longer feel alone
For when my feet are submerged in the ocean
I feel the pulse of millions of beings
As I expel a breath from my lungs
I know it will be inhaled by someone like me
Someone who once felt alone
And has now shared life with a stranger.
Ring your arms
Around my neck
And call me
“dead”
Because that
Is what I am.
Pain is love, like a
Room full of broken
Mirrors
Single mirror stands
Reflecting what is
True.
numb reflect mirrors thoughts
 Aug 2014 monet vanbuskirk
Akemi
I have framed you
In soft pewter blues
For too long

You are an arc of indelible
Electricity
Thunder clapping through
My broken heart
In an endless winter storm
10:40pm, August 14th 2014

The only time I've felt alive.
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