A late night vice
in a small little place
The corruption of
a warm embrace
When existence is just
but being unsound
Obscurity keeps us
from being found
Jul 3, 2023
Jul 3, 2023 at 12:10 PM UTC
To all of the nameless...
faces in the crowd at an event
your unity is endearing
it's currency and time you have spent
To all of the nameless...
wanderers sleeping outside in the cold
your fight to survive is empowering
spirit the only thing that remains unsold
To all of the nameless...
users who've surpassed last call
your denial is where the battle begins
a war cry against substance and ethanol
To all of the nameless...
children who lack a daily feast
your hunger no fault of your own
basic human rights have been breached
And to all of the nameless...
believers giving life to cause
your actions are restorative
but we must hold off on applause
When people are united &
hunger and struggle still exist
efforts must be given
until the problems are fixed
Mar 25, 2017
Mar 25, 2017 at 11:16 AM UTC
Simple joys we owe to ourselves
a debt not always so easily paid
people will try to pay this debt for you
but it's not a currency so easily made
it's when a melody grabs you by the shoulders
and twirls you around
when you find the answer to a question
you thought might never be found
that feeling you get when you see
your favorite shade of blue
truly, this debt lives inside of you
Mar 16, 2017
Mar 16, 2017 at 2:45 PM UTC
They talk about those cliches
the "one who got away"
he ripped off his chains,
and threw them down
while planning his escape
the moat, it was guarded
the barriers had been built,
the castle walls
too high to climb,
compact with sand and silt
this is what seems to happen
when an escape is poorly planned
they often end up
stripped of skin
and buried
in the sand
Mar 16, 2017
Mar 16, 2017 at 2:28 PM UTC
The glowing halo of an orb
painted in the sky
created with a mystic message
delicately placed between each line
the secret refuge of a whitewashed dream
mystery cloaked within
brush strokes actualize desire
and the shadows of a moonlit gleam
Mar 15, 2017
Mar 15, 2017 at 11:15 AM UTC
Her feet remain
planted in pain
roots torn
placed deep within
a depression
in the soil
dug quick
without concern
covered in mud
watered by tears
her roots
become one
with the earth
as soil
eases her fears
Mar 15, 2017
Mar 15, 2017 at 11:02 AM UTC
I'll be that person
to push you away
if what you want is to go
I could not ask you to stay
always looking to grow
what you need is your own
time to refill your heart
with all the love you have shown
knowledge of self is important
to know and to be
you cannot climb the latter
if the first you cannot see
Mar 10, 2017
Mar 10, 2017 at 10:28 AM UTC
The smell of passion
rolls off him in waves
gently covering her pillows
a morning scent she craves
like coffee on Sunday morning
may be not necessity
an aroma floating bold
comfort brewing in immensity
arousal of the senses
stimulation of the mind
delectable and refreshing
a pleasure so refined
Mar 3, 2017
Mar 3, 2017 at 11:20 AM UTC
It takes all the strength I have
standing, my back
barricading the door
doing all I can
to hold it shut
the weight of the words
on the other side
tied neck and neck
with personal force
perseverance
a clear and equal match
to the muscles of courage
Mar 3, 2017
Mar 3, 2017 at 11:11 AM UTC
Heel to toe, a step forward
toe to heel, a step back
twisted, frayed, pulling baggage
a rope requires slack
the binding snaps
as the cold wind does blow
a chilling reminder
we must heal to tow
Mar 2, 2017
Mar 2, 2017 at 10:55 AM UTC