Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
sidewalk-smudge
English
alarm goes off late late for a date all plans to be burnt thought i'd have learnt ice cold shower milk turned sour it's one of those days car won't start scramble in the dark so ****** tired i'm gonna be fired was it something i said? wrong side of bed? bills due today more work , less pay run , i must missed the bus show me the way like a needle in the hay it's nose to tail know i'm gonna fail feel like a fight but i'm far too polite sitting on the fence with no intent life's a farce you can stick it up your …. metaphorically speaking of course
0
Aug 18, 2014
Aug 18, 2014 at 4:14 PM UTC
deja vu
The lightest breeze sighs and sings from such shallow breath. Hand held, holds on tight with the slightest , smallest grip. You bring with you nothing but the purest innocence of youth. Passed over by pressures of peers , by heresy or bigotry . It's not hereditary . Colour , creed , size or handicap means little to your ignorance. Worry not of any of the worries. Nothing could be further from your mind. To you , equal equals equal , a level playing field of life. It's so simple that simplicity makes it simple. You start forgiven and absolute. Blank sheets , new beginnings. Live well , live long , find love…...
0
Aug 17, 2014
Aug 17, 2014 at 4:46 PM UTC
newborn
dear photograph dear picture dear memories dear love i miss you…...
0
Aug 17, 2014
Aug 17, 2014 at 4:35 PM UTC
study of a moment
we're this close that far away i know you don't know you at all it's difficult it's simple it's beautiful not knowing i like it here...........
0
Jun 13, 2013
Jun 13, 2013 at 3:29 PM UTC
the first time we met
in death it had a certain beauty that almost matched it's life silhouette upon a moon light canvas varicose veins across the sky it's gnarled and craggy fingers forking tributaries to the night clawing, reaching, fighting for width, for space, for height spreading, searching, writhing in a twisted wave goodbye
0
Jun 13, 2013
Jun 13, 2013 at 3:25 PM UTC
dead wood
Brings consequences to doorsteps, before attention to them is paid. the proximity of temptation overrides all the promises I made. Consistently able to fool myself. Too much, too little.....too late. I stretch, I strain, I struggle, as concrete deadlines dissipate. Trivial and frivolous and ruinous rule, from which deathly dullness softly screams. Beneath alternatives, intentions buckle, and inertia...steps upon my dreams. Sept 2009 - June2012
0
Mar 15, 2013
Mar 15, 2013 at 4:22 PM UTC
The Thief Of Time (confessions of a procrastinator)