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 Oct 2015 Elizabeth
Destre'
He sits all alone
Watching people walk by
Into the buildings that came from his mind
No one knows
And they wouldn't understand
Why he sits all alone now by the trash cans
He'll work all day for no pay at all
With no place to go home to
And no place to shower
He'll walk the rail rode tracks at the midnight hour
When the stars start to dim and there's a glimpse of mornings first light
He'll rest his aching feet and ponder his life
A routine now becoming one of comfort
He works all day
and wonders all night
Unable to silence his longing inside
This has become his life
Heart on a pole,

losing balance,

her stance starts to slip.

Fallen sideways;

she starts to panic.

Heart on a pole,

please,
don’t let me

*drop.
Copyright © 2015 Tessa Calogaras.
All Rights Reserved
 Oct 2015 Elizabeth
hellopoet
Cheshire cat lazily frowns,
smile turned upside down
while all the way to town
a lady from Down Under
hobbles along, in a freshly
frayed, browned-gown*




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 Oct 2015 Elizabeth
Ken Wallace
Like the sudden bursts of flame that you engender
When you feed a dying fire with twigs
There are episodes I'd rather not remember
Holding focus when my life's been on the skids

Is my hindsight just distortion in a watchglass?
Can I trust the wandering hands of time?
Or the answers might be floating in my scotch glass
If you're tired of your excuses, here are mine

I know there's got to be a price to pay
I'm ready for tomorrow, but it just might be today
I'll be here anyway

Now I'm staring at the city of syringes
Reaching high for some purpose in the sky
As another morning slips between my fingers
I can only hope there's no such thing as time
 Oct 2015 Elizabeth
Edward Lear
There was an old person of Grange,
Whose manners were scroobious and strange;
He sailed to St. Blubb,
In a waterproof tub,
That aquatic old person of Grange.
 Oct 2015 Elizabeth
m
i am a woman
 Oct 2015 Elizabeth
m
I am a woman.
My bones are made of the hardest rocks,
my skin made of the finest silk.
My eyes are the brightest stars,
and I trap the biggest galaxies inside me.

I am a woman.
Like violent waves crashing on the peaceful shore,
my words can be beautiful and deadly.
I can help stitch your rough edges,
worn and frayed from the constant cruelty of the world.
Dare hurt me, I will pull the seams--
one by one, I will make you fall apart
and annihilate every fiber of your being
just as fast as I can build you up.

Do not fear me for I am a woman.
I love deeply,
with my heart forever trusting,
not scared to be hurt just to feel.
I am a woman,
and there is nothing --
nothing you can say or do
to stop me from becoming one.
For my transwomen friends. Hella proud of y'all <3
Magandang umaga
Yan ang bungad pagbangon sa kama

Kain na
Ang sarap pakinggan tuwing napapasin na ako'y gutom na

Pahinga ka muna
Hinding hindi ako mapapagod na mahalin ka aking sinta

Mahal kita
Mga salitang hindi nakakasawang marinig mula sa kanya

Tulog na
Lumipas ang isang araw na masaya sa piling ng isa't-isa.

Mga salitang sa akin ay nagpapasaya
Simpleng mga salita na sa akin ay mahalaga
sometimes i have nothing to write about,
my father & mother worry why i love loneliness
and spend all my time alone,
they have good concern to worry... insert snigger...
i down a bottle of whiskey,
stir and stirrup it with some coca cola with a blunt knife -
lick the knife - and remind myself of what blood tastes like.
it truly does it does it does... truly...
accidental stitches undone and blood oozing
are pretty much the same for the palette as a knife...
call it what you want the Fe in haemoglobin is on the knife,
maybe it's the negative on the knife that makes the positive
of iron in 2+ (electron usurper!) of it in haemoglobin so potent to match-up.
 Oct 2015 Elizabeth
Daniel Ospina
Oh, Time, you are my mortal enemy.
Woe to those who wallow in your foul play.
Like a monarch ruling one’s sanity,
You dictate my every move night and day.

From your iron shackles release me now,
A slave to the drudgery of routine.
For when a youth to you I did not bow,
Coming of age entails pain unforeseen.

Family forsaken as work prevails.
Rest is absent amid hectic duties.
Allocation of your daily wage derails
Your subjects from life's priorities.

Perhaps when I’m senile I’ll smile.
But for now, I will mourn all the while.
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