skipping stone
smooth, flat the darkest tone
of grey
one skip
two skip
three
the water ripples at the touch of stone
like cold lips touching for the first time
seemingly sliding over the liquid mirror
reflecting the ever slowing stone
splash!
A unexpected crash
sinking, falling through the cold water
darkness in the depths
coming to rest on a bed of stones
cold, wet, lost to the world at the bottom of a lake.
Oct 24, 2018
Oct 24, 2018 at 3:02 AM UTC
The square
keep inside or be cast aside
your now afloat on lost tides
for daring to seek outside the weak minds of people trapped inside a box of the majority.
Fighting for a voice amongst the singular "bah" of all the sheep.
A new view a different crew, opinions changed looking out for yourself instead being another parrot on the shelf.
We looked outside the box
only to be thrown away like rocks
fit the the four walls or don't fit at all
a world with so much potential yet we cant stop fighting and destroying each other and mother nature
maybe we need to have a look at the view
outside
The square
Oct 24, 2018
Oct 24, 2018 at 2:49 AM UTC
You cling to the bars
And hold tight to your chains
Your mind blinded by stars
made by marketing brains
Working and slaving
Never sated, wanting more
Respecting, behaving
Raising your spiritual score
Right now, I am stating
You’re lost on earth at high noon
I shall be watching, and waiting,
from the far side of the moon
Aug 17, 2018
Aug 17, 2018 at 3:30 AM UTC
She came to me in a dream
of bones
floating on top of the waters
of a riverbed of death
her cold lips
offered a warm smile
and the promise
of a place better than this
I heard my heartbeat slow
and fade
as I gave into the hope
of drowning
and dropped my bones
one by one
into the peaceful current
of her limbs
and now I can’t remember
my name or my sins
and I am no longer
here or there
but if this dream isn’t lying
I have finally found my home
Aug 17, 2018
Aug 17, 2018 at 3:10 AM UTC
Flickering lights, an unusual fright
Sitting alone
Scrolling through my phone
A curtain shifts in the moonlight
A door creaks closed, a breath of wind
I suppose
Window left open, I'll go close
Wham! the door slams open seemingly on its own
Shattering lights, pitch black
A scream so loud, my mind about to crack
I scamper for a door, futile in my attempt to escape
Black eyes impossibly stand out in a already black house
Fear holds me from releasing a tear
A dark figure, claws twisted, rippling muscle
pure white teeth glistening
Run screams my mind, legs a failing
One step, two steps, three
Looming above me a crooked smile forms on rotten lips
It has me in its grip
Open my eyes, heart rate raised
I feel completely dazed
A nightmare of the crazed
Aug 17, 2018
Aug 17, 2018 at 3:03 AM UTC
12:43
My mind is droning endlessly
Of words beyond simplicity
Breaking through the earth a tree
Of beautiful leafless poetry
Aug 17, 2018
Aug 17, 2018 at 2:32 AM UTC
I miss...
The stroke of soft finger tips
The buzz from touching lips
Like lightning in a jar
I miss the hairs in my car
I long to find a soul again
Break free of all my chains
Not a moment forgotten
Memory's weave like Egyptian cotton
Hairs stand, soldiers on a neck
I've become a ship wreck
Love left me bearing all
I will fight to stand tall
Time will heal this void
My heart far from destroyed
Miss her, I do though.
Aug 16, 2018
Aug 16, 2018 at 10:03 PM UTC
Morning sun rises, here he comes
All night I have waited
Waiting for him to wake from his slumber
He is old, frail in need of company
She left him for a place in the clouds
Never a smile only a frown
I long to say good day
Its lonely on the web
Waiting to snare a bug
On the silken strands I call home
He shuffles his feet along the rug
I watch it all high upon the ceiling
Wishing for a glance upon my web
He never see's me
I see him with all eight eyes
Mr Mccoy, That's what I call him
He makes a cup of tea
I stretch a few legs hoping he will notice
The kettle boils, steam burns my feet
I scuttle to the top as beads form
Like raindrops on silver strings
His tender eyes peer out glass panes
Watching his crop, Old Mr Mccoy
Deep lines mark his face, thoughts of her mark his mind
Eight legs, no way to hug
If only he would see a friend in me
A picture of her, a tear shed
I spin my web, lowering
Closer and closer to his head
"Mr Mccoy ill be your friend!"
No words can I make to fall on death ears
He takes his tea and leaves me be
Tomorrow he might look up
Ill be ready, waiting on my web.
Aug 16, 2018
Aug 16, 2018 at 4:23 AM UTC
Blades of deadly green grass
Flowing through the mountain pass
Cut by streams like flowing glass
Icy cold to the touch
Reflecting luminous golden rays
Gifted from heavens above
A modest man tends his cattle
Watching closely with one eye
The other capturing a picture so sublime
A life of duty he would never decline
Tree's sway to the breath of the wind
Testing the strength of their limbs
Birds dance , singing hyms's
Flowers stretch their petals high
Towards the light so bright
All the while a man tends his cattle
In a mountain pass
Full of beautiful green grass.
Aug 16, 2018
Aug 16, 2018 at 1:46 AM UTC
Ticktock,
Drip drop
The voices of this house
Speak to me
And yet,
More comforting
Than the silence
We lived in
Before you left
Your key
© JL Smith
Aug 15, 2018
Aug 15, 2018 at 8:49 PM UTC