along alone
aware atone
beware bemoan
dont care go home
the moon at night
I stare at some
and sing a song
along alone
©2020 Lyn
Apr 30, 2020
Apr 30, 2020 at 9:35 AM UTC
an enemy
that is me
in all I see
my enemy
they'll still say hi
someone I knew
I'll wave and sigh
and wonder who
they see
not me
just a lie
just some guy
I used to be
now my enemy
is all I see
an enemy
that is me
that is you
©2018 Lyn
Apr 5, 2018
Apr 5, 2018 at 2:07 PM UTC
by Danny Smith
The old man rises from his chair
gently cursing the ache that crept into his bones
when he wasn't looking
His slippered feet scuff the carpet
making a journey they know without him
to the window
He watches down on the cars
as they flash through the rain on an urgent journey
somewhere
Leaning forward to rest his forehead
on the cool damp pane that shields him from it all
his prison wall
The cars seem to softly merge
as fragments like a broken mirror
tease and torment
A lifetime of dreams and tomorrows
that somehow became painful yesterdays
much too fast
Squeezing his eyes tightly closed
he remembers her face and the soft scar on her cheek
a perfect imperfection
The laughter and cries of children
running to him with chocolate smeared mouths
grown now, gone now
All of them to different worlds
ones where he was afraid to travel to
out there
Plenty of time to make it through
but the nights seem to skip the sunshine days
sentenced
he shuffles back to the chair
lowering himself with limbs that can't be his
removes his slippers
Reaches for the polished shoes
years old but hardly worn and still uncreased
laces them
Moves slowly through the house
turning of lights, collecting a wallet
a pack of cigarettes, a photograph
pocketing them
The old man stands at the open door
just a fragment of someone elses memory, as he walks
into the rain
©Danny Smith
Apr 5, 2018
Apr 5, 2018 at 2:01 PM UTC
believe in ants
believe in trees
believe in plants
that please the bees
believe in chants
that ease disease
believe in rants
that seize the seas
believe in stance
that breed decrees
believe in pants
pulled past your knees
some aberrants
all kinds deceive
believe beliefs
in grief relieve
beliefs I see askance
ennui ennui
ennui
©2017 Lyn
Sep 18, 2017
Sep 18, 2017 at 9:54 AM UTC
lesbians laugh like clockwork
each cackle measured
for effectiveness
and travels well
on Sunday's eve
then buckeyes pop in the road
like tiny bombs
good for slingshots
but my petty neighbors
would never allow
such insolence
so I don't bother
somehow the tree
gets away with it
then a car rolls by
with thunderous beats
why they choose
this little alleyway
is always a question
but in between
the occasional car
the occasional pop
and the occasional laugh
I occasionally enjoy
©2012 Lyn
Aug 21, 2017
Aug 21, 2017 at 11:05 AM UTC
Brian lines the walls with dirt
from every bump from every shirt
from every trip to fetch a beer
day after day year after year
Brian wipes his glasses clean
his beady eyes behind are mean
he'll never see the filth he's caused
content inside his ***** walls
©2013 Lyn
Aug 21, 2017
Aug 21, 2017 at 11:00 AM UTC
memories get so intense
whenever I go near life's fence
and all the wrong
they've done and said
stays strong they've won
inside my head
dear water helps to ease the pain
from thoughts that taunt
and tease my brain
still calmness felt from delta's blast
will not erase my troubled past
so I return to serta's grip
to dull my mind with every sip
to let the poison set time free
to quiet noise inside of me
my well of blame my pail of whys
my hell my shame I authorize
my preacher whether night or day
I reach for where the lighter lay
and burn up one more cigarette
and yearn for one I can't forget
oh memories get so intense
whenever I go near life's fence
©2017 Lyn
Aug 21, 2017
Aug 21, 2017 at 10:55 AM UTC
Death is dreadful
hides in shadows
seethes and battles
grim the night
Beth is bedful
rides in saddles
breathes and prattles
trim and tight
©2013 Lyn
Aug 21, 2017
Aug 21, 2017 at 10:48 AM UTC
Wherever you go
whatever you do
you'll never escape
some octogenarian fool
they're smirking
they're lurking
in the shallow end pool
no you'll never escape
some octogenarian fool
they're gummy
** hummy
taking naps around two
no you'll never escape
some octogenarian fool
they're gabby
they're crabby
they're calling **** stool
no you'll never escape
some octogenarian fool!
©2012 Lyn
Jul 10, 2017
Jul 10, 2017 at 10:51 AM UTC
I host my ghost
inside this life
all thought is fraught
with endless strife
my fate withstands
all tempted ways
all reasoned plans
all judgment days
there's nothing left
but shame and fear
to blame the ghost
I host in here
©2016 Lyn
Jan 21, 2017
Jan 21, 2017 at 1:11 PM UTC