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jake-meizell
jake-meizell
Sweat and fire, tears and anger, hear the gears turning, hear the earth dying You **** the river so the machines won't rust, the only red you want is from the heart Taste the iron in your mouth, steel yourself for for the metallic rapture, sell your pain for a dollar! 40 or 40,000 hours, all that matters is that your labor is sold All that matters is the soles of your feet and your soul are the same
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Jun 17, 2015
Jun 17, 2015 at 12:01 AM UTC
Asking price
We call ourselves the masters of the universe, the barriers of weather, gravity and terrain have been blown apart, just like the gaping death in the ozone But before the evolutionary chiropractor found us to straighten our backs the trees kissed the moon and before life was born mountains made love to her 10,000 years before we stole kisses from her to power the A/c unit desert flowers lived a thousand thousand generations in Death Valley
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Jun 3, 2015
Jun 3, 2015 at 9:52 PM UTC
Master of none
I am a simple man I follow the path the universe leads me, the path that resists the leasts I am a simple man I swim up stream I need to reach her mouth Let the water smooth the years from my feet, let the stream wash the old blood away Cool water is the cure for my hot head, all words are kindling Even in summer leaves fall from trees
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Jun 3, 2015
Jun 3, 2015 at 8:52 PM UTC
Simple Man I
Batter me with the ocean, take me to the hurricane I love the smell of the power of nature, those dark clouds that fill my nose, that foreboding humidity Time is natures way of making sure everything doesn't happen at once, still I need you to take me to that Glorious nocturne, take me to dark churning ocean, but always remember the blood attracts sharks and that they are starving
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Jun 3, 2015
Jun 3, 2015 at 8:49 PM UTC
Blood and storms
It's never dark in newark, the ruddy sickly glow of money spent keeps us safe from night We used to depend on her, her white light reflections was our protection from fear and wonder
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May 10, 2015
May 10, 2015 at 11:50 PM UTC
Missing the dark
I feel the synapses and glue holding my brain together loosening, I'm not sure where I am or what I am I don't think these pills will do much but it's worth a shot my arms are bare because I'm a coward, not because I fear the cold or the sharpness of a blade I fear the cold in your eyes, looks that I wish could **** I fear the sharpness of your voice I fear you more than anything in the world But I need you, even as my home crumbles I'm desperate to show you what I did with the kitchen Please god approve approve!
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May 10, 2015
May 10, 2015 at 11:48 PM UTC
Crumbling
Notice notice notice notice Notice the wind in the tress and the wind in his voice Put your phone in your pocket for a moment and see the snow, rejoice But go back to your pocket when you feel the buzz, there is a new moment of your life, a sight of a million reflected lights is just as real as one
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Mar 24, 2015
Mar 24, 2015 at 11:11 PM UTC
Today
Sleep and quiet eludes me It shakes and shimmies our of my grasp 20 in 4 20 in 4 I am sore hours and days run, there is dark but not total The weight on my face pulls me down I fall head head first in my chair, my neck can't support my bare empty head, full of half made walking dreams, I reach out for a translucent hand 20 in 4 20 in 4 There is no giddiness in this, only floating in semi nothing, work stumbles out of my mouth hours after my shift, I just need to drift 20 in 4 20 in 4 I will settle for lucid, these dreams where I'm chased by shadows of the day are giving me whiplash 20 in 4 20 in 4
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Mar 24, 2015
Mar 24, 2015 at 11:10 PM UTC
Sleep/20 in 4
The fog from the mouth of the river mists over the roadway, shaming the steam from your mouth We turn on our high beams to cut a seam for the sight of rolling concrete The wooden monoliths of antiquity have been pushed aside for our fleet
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Mar 7, 2015
Mar 7, 2015 at 7:19 PM UTC
Trees
Dying for some life, i have the audacity to walk into a prison and complain to the bars I'm not sure why I chose this anymore, but then I could never plan ahead of the next storm I'm dying for a drink and despite the water risen I was taught to not to take when I can not give so thirst strikes another blow, the pain it hits me, it lays me low but I will not take that bite
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Mar 7, 2015
Mar 7, 2015 at 7:14 PM UTC
A swim