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 Dec 2012 DM
Jene'e Patitucci
will you leave me in the morning
with these scars run through my head
and the only thing I’m calling
is your name across my bed

but I wait
for you
I wait
forever it seems

will you hold me when I’m mourning
with your hands upon my chest
and your touch it leaves me shaking
when you lay me down to rest

but I come
to you
I come
to the endless sea

of lovers you’ve had before
and I’ll wait on the empty shore
I’ll stay with you forever
if you’d love me just tonight

lead me out of this fear
I’m alone though you’re near
I’ve been waiting all my life
will you love me tonight?
© 2012 Jene'e Patitucci

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 Dec 2012 DM
Emily Rogan
Their breath clouds the air,
Like the smoke from a cigarette,
And so that is what they pretend to do.

They laugh at themselves lightly,
Both thinking that this youthful innocence,
Will always be apart of them.
They are naive and in that,
Beautiful.

They have few worries or cares,
Just worn shoes,
And an itch to continue walking through the silent streets.

One of them suggests
They should lie in the road,
And search above for constellations.
The other agrees with excitement,
And finds comfort on the pavement.

But as they look up,
They can not help but realize,
The city lights dust the evening sky,
Masking all of the speckled stars.
So heartbroken they rise,
And continue on forward.

Never bothering to look for silly things,
Like constellations,
Again.
 Dec 2012 DM
Moonlight Blossom
During the day it is quiet and peaceful
There is nothing that can disturb me
I know this house from top to bottom
It is all because I died here
All its secrets and desires consume me
There is nothing I can do but cry to the silence
When night comes my nightmares come to life
But with a sickening thud I realize something even worse
I am not alone.
 Dec 2012 DM
Timothy Brown
Median
 Dec 2012 DM
Timothy Brown
Lets take time to think
and drink.
Take a break
from the proverbial rake.
Enjoy the seeds
grown into trees.
For the sweetness of the fruit
stems from the root.
Pausing from 100 acre woods for research.
© December 2nd, 2012 by Timothy R Brown. All rights reserved.
 Dec 2012 DM
K Balachandran
Less than a queen
she never would be,
the rules will be,
set by her, and others
have to fall in line,
she thought in her, inimitable
self centered way,
though selling it to those around,
had its own difficulties.
Soon she found,
that was not to be,
as the world has rules
set by its laws of movements,
so she fell apart;
he saw her from afar
getting ready, putting on
her space suit, to take off,
without a second thought,
to a parallel universe,
she once detested,
now found attractive,
as she thought it's easy
to curry favour,
the denizens, they will fall pray
to her quick fix charms.
Would she be aware
of the black energy,
that lurks everywhere.
"what else can one say
now that you have decided"
he told that himself.
 Dec 2012 DM
K Balachandran
Sliminess of the mermaid, makes me come alive, strange?
don't blame me for this, that you would think an aberration,
I've long forgotten the human logic, from the moment I realized,
fate has joined me with her, the mermaid, a  longing unfulfilled for long,

This sensual yearning sans prospect of consummation, baffles others
but not me, life has many dark alleyways that go nowhere. 
Aren't we illusions ourselves?  Viewing sun's intense ways and moon's
hesitant tranquilizing gaze, through water's blue buffer is narcotic.
From under water only a  cool simmer , different experiences,
fish fin caresses, guilty pleasures of carousals with masked shark beauties,
underwater world has no pains, ever heard about
stilling pain by swimming long distant nights?
*Or is it because, I don't see my own teardrops shed underwater?
 Dec 2012 DM
Michael W Noland
I am

the end of the world, falling from the edge of a cliff.

The captain of a sinking ship

I am

Woeful cynicism

Smitten
of your ghosts and visions

I am

A prisoner of the flesh, in the fishing nets of contempt

I am

Consumed by the lust of distrusting *****, giving two ***** against their word

I am

The blur, in the rear view
when nothing is near you
but a hisssss
from the silence
of the radio hating you

I am

******

But reserved and undeserving

Shaking my fist

Scurrying for scalpels in the subtle tactics of arachnids

Slicing the webbing  upon the antics of the tragically romantic

Heavy static

Attracts the stasis of all the places, loathingly desired in the wish for death

Always admired the tried and true, even desired to fly the coup and maybe **** a flock or two, as i too, could be you with my blood on the floor

Loved and adored only after ever more, in the after life of a burned out light

I Mock

The empathic stalking of my superiors in their inferior fandangos of foolish angles, strangling the dangled meat made from the proteges of kings

Meandering the wingless cities in piecful paradise

Locked

In the blaspheme of loose rings from the corpses of dope fiends

I am

Not
 Dec 2012 DM
Danielle Rose
3:40 in the morning
the pain wakes me
I find myself clawing at the bed sheets
grinding my teeth
my mind escapes to some place serene
the first snow fall
the sunset
my love's eyes first thing in the morning
my body contorts....
I think of a baby's giggle
people dancing a number
chasing my friends at 11 years old down the block

I begin to shake
I think of soft serve on a hot day
sinking into a hot bath
kissing so sweetly in moments of tenderness
my father daughter dance

I get ****** back into the ache
I fight it
I dispell it from my mind
like a thorn in my side
Mind over matter
matter doesnt mind
pain the only reminder I'm alive
I must embrace this
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