coleman-m-lowe
64/Two-Spirit/Travelers Rest, SC
I am not who you might picture if you've spoken to me, read me and not met me. I'm not the person you might think if you've seen me and don't know me. I put a piece of my heart into everything I write and if you wish a glimpse inside, read me.
Through a tunnel I walk.
Stumbling upon the demons I stalk.
Straining to understand their words.
Yet afraid of what their message may hold.
The walls and path are all ablur.
As further along I do blunder.
Stumbling and falling,
To rise once more.
Searching for a magical door.
To release me from this caliginous gambit.
Then the goblins and trepidation omit,
To deliver me anew to the suns bright glare.
And release me once more from the captivity of despair
May 11, 2023
May 11, 2023 at 9:07 PM UTC
So beautiful,
So ****
So alluring
She may be.
She'll take it all
Even your soul.
And demand ever more.
Until all are gone.
To her you're just one more.
She'll take your money,
Family and friends.
Your very life.
She'll take it all.
And causes only strife.
She'll **** you dry,
And make you wanna cry.
And leave you empty,
And wishing to die.
And might not know,
The reason why.
These merchants of death.
With her they ply.
Filled with only greed,
They'll not notice,
Or even care,
When you die.
There's plenty more,
To take your place.
You were nothing,
But money,
And a face.
Don't trust her smiling face.
So beautiful and ****
She might seem.
But,
She will rob,
Your self esteem.
And leave you empty,
Broken,
And alone.
If you're even alive
May 11, 2023
May 11, 2023 at 8:44 PM UTC
It was a lovers moon.
That shone down that night.
And in an alcove,
Away from casual sight.
Two star crossed lovers,
Held each other tight.
It was a lovers moon,
That shone down that night.
Their skin glissened from the silvery light.
They gasped and moaned,
And held each other tight.
It was a lovers moon,
That shone down that night.
As they made love, on into the night.
It was a lovers moon,
That would go away, way too soon.
For all they had was, just this night.
And they made love,
Until it was light.
It was a lovers moon.
May 8, 2023
May 8, 2023 at 11:27 AM UTC
The thought police are after me,
Cause your mind I would free.
Your thoughts are yours,
And mine, my own.
My mind it roams,
Wherever I please.
Do not tell me I'm wrong.
Or this must cease.
Nor, they don't belong.
Perhaps to you,
They don't belong.
But,
What's mine is mine.
All day long.
Perhaps this should be a song.
And thousands upon thousands,
Wish to sing along.
Then perhaps you might see.
Individuality and not conformity,
Is the way to be.
And truly set yourself free.
Aug 31, 2022
Aug 31, 2022 at 10:28 AM UTC
Why should I care,
How you feel?
If you're policy,
Just isn't fair.
What's good for she,
Should be good for he.
And if good for he,
Then as well for she.
That should be plain to see.
It's as obvious to me,
As the nose on your face.
You need to catch up,
With the human race.
by: coleman
Aug 31, 2022
Aug 31, 2022 at 10:28 AM UTC
If you're on the outside,
And simply peeking in.
You can never truly know.
What may or may not have been.
You may say:
He shoulda never
Or,
She never shoulda been
But,
Honestly,
You don't really know.
If you're on the outside,
And,
You're simply looking in.
Aug 31, 2022
Aug 31, 2022 at 8:33 AM UTC
If I could but wish for you
And all those wishes come to fruition.
For all your wishes to come true.
That would be ,
My one ambition.
Aug 30, 2022
Aug 30, 2022 at 10:22 AM UTC
You think maybe,
We might could pretend.
For just one night,
We were more than friends?
You think baby,
We might could pretend,
That you were my lady,
And I was your man?
You think baby
We might could pretend,
That our love knew no bounds,
And would never end?
You think maybe,
We might could pretend,
There was none other for you,
Nor for I
You think baby,
We might could pretend,
You were always my girl,
And I your guy?
You think maybe,
We might could pretend,
That this was our honeymoon,
And this night would never end?
You think maybe
We might could pretend?
Aug 14, 2022
Aug 14, 2022 at 2:15 PM UTC
Nothing is as lonesome as the night.
The stars are burning dim,
As the whipporwill calls.
A tear streaks my face,
as his call tears my heart.
As the weight of the moon,
Presses me down to the earth.,
I cry out for help,
With a voice that makes no sound.
The weight of the world,
Keeps me pressed to the ground.
The crickets chirp,
And,
The tree frogs sing.
And above it all,
I hear the whipporwills.....
Plaintive call
May 6, 2021
May 6, 2021 at 3:28 PM UTC
Do you envision,
That I wanted it this way?
That I simply awoke,
And chose to be this way?
To feel lost, broken,
And utterly alone?
To feel the sadness and loneliness,
Cutting to the bone?
To be sad and depressed,
And not know the reason why?
To feel useless,
and wishing to die?
To feel guilty,
For things,
I can never atone?
Or starting to cry,
Never knowing,
The reason why?
Perhaps it's true,
You really do.
Think,
This is what,
I want to do.
To be afraid,
To talk on a phone?
Or to enter a room,
When others are there?
Or to doubt,
Each and every move,
Now that,
Really makes you feel smooth.
And never be sure,
Exactly what to do?
Afraid to tell you,
Just how I really feel?
Or afraid,
Of how someone else might feel?
Or,
Maybe,
I closed my eyes,
Hoping I could dream,
Something simply awful,
So I could awaken with a scream.
Yep,
That's exactly what I did.
I planned .
To this way be.
I wouldn't have it,
Any other way.
This,
Or any other day.
Just so I could drive,
All my friends away?
Isn't that,
What you see?
Do you really think,
I wished it,
For me,
To be?
This way?
Sure...
I wished it to be.
Not,,
If only you could see,
What it's really like,
To be inside of me.
And viewing the world,
Through my eyes,
And see how things look to me.
By : coleman
Mar 7, 2021
Mar 7, 2021 at 11:11 PM UTC