Vulnerable, scattered all over the show;
One man sees life while another man died.
At least dance all around my naked body,
or should I be clothed?
I don't feel natural these days anymore.
Oct 10, 2019
Oct 10, 2019 at 11:48 AM UTC
Only down the road the theatre show,
actors and crew the flowers they throw.
And only one man seated down at the back,
no applause from the palms of his hand.
And red curtains this time fall and unveil,
what I should of felt from love for sale.
And don't shine those lights on me.
And you did.
Sep 15, 2019
Sep 15, 2019 at 3:52 PM UTC
Puppets and masters of thought,
the control of one mans torture another's sword.
Spare me, spare me a drop of blood,
and a loaded gun.
The end we see the bones collide,
or is it white lines with lies aside.
Sep 15, 2019
Sep 15, 2019 at 3:21 PM UTC
Describe the scene, a dream that followed a horrible crime, and I must of played that album a hundred times by now.
A letter, one of my alluring poems from the mentally disorganised.
No collection of words makes one man listen, and the power to not notice a boy who stood still.
And I signed it as I did: ''From Alfred.'' with nothing but one kiss.
Because two more too many I wouldn't mean.
Sep 15, 2019
Sep 15, 2019 at 3:14 PM UTC
"Will you love me for fifty years?" The young girl asked beside the tombstone.
"Of course! I've loved you a whole week already, haven't I?"
And suddenly his hand was placed on-top of mine, and I looked towards him like glitter.
Under the arches, the school children watched the couplet conjoin as they face each other in bliss. The newlyweds and likely lads throw their flowers as they walk on the mud; puppy love if you ask me.
"Do you kiss boys, Muriel?"
"Sometimes, if he's charming."
"Well, aren't you frightened?"
"Oh, why should I be frightened? It's quite nice when you get used to it I would say!."
Jul 16, 2019
Jul 16, 2019 at 8:18 PM UTC
Red wine and flowers says the romantic run-away.
"And will I see you again?" Maybe when my face is white and not blue.
The chocolates are nice Jack but I'm black and bruised.
And do you miss love?
Dec 1, 2018
Dec 1, 2018 at 12:42 AM UTC
In circles we go,
around we try.
But at some point soon,
we'll stop and maybe die.
And there you stand,
and not to loose.
But one day soon,
it's you who'll bruise.
And day after day
Repeated ground.
To fit you with a muzzle,
and **** you into town.
Nov 27, 2018
Nov 27, 2018 at 8:22 PM UTC
Hand in hand, we will love.
And eye to eye, we see peace.
But when I look at you it's war I swear.
And every time you told me,
the boy never cared.
It doesn't make a difference
to the love you shared.
Nov 27, 2018
Nov 27, 2018 at 8:18 PM UTC
Elliot dressed in black for the wedding.
Elliot took my hand and said he; loved none before.
"And will you take me in sickness?" For the man was definitely sick.
And the vicor lit up a ciggerette in the Church of White Notley, the only fool in white. "I now pronounce you both... Well... You know." And the only two cheered and forced and was showed.
It could of been a happy ending Al.
But I can't help not loving you.
Nov 27, 2018
Nov 27, 2018 at 8:15 PM UTC
Lonely cold, skin.
My hands are shaking, numb.
Just another hand to hold it seems, another yet broken soul. And a thosound more men alone.
Could you love me again?
Warmth for a body bold.
Nov 27, 2018
Nov 27, 2018 at 8:06 PM UTC