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 Sep 2014 Douglas Scheurn
Renmar
Deep within something that doesn't exist
Or far away from someone you can't resist

That is where you find your purpose.
The reason you're supposed to live.
Only then will you truly know sanctity.
Only then can you really excell.
Some of us won't make it.
We will lay in these beds of insanity.

'Long as we have that one we can't resist
'Long as we know they simply **exist
Wrinkled lips leak twisted tales in your chiseled space between realities
    The kids all listen to your great advice
Heeding your misanthropic words and singing your praises

       "How right and noble it is to feel so glum and strive to strike down smiles with the tongue
        Ma looks on as the children skin Pa to the bone
         Better to receive than to give"

         They scream in monotone

I sit back and watch transfixed as this transpires
     Thinking on my unforgiven sins and sipping your elixir
       Koolaid from the kitchen served in unwashed broken dishes
        My only desire is for you to finish spinning your stories

     The lies pour forth from the intestines of a sick piglet holed up in the morgue
     You couldn't be real to save your life


Your dead eyes drip crocodile tears into my glass
   I watch it mix slowly and think out loud:
    "You reside in Florida so I guess its appropriate"
  

   But every puddle has it's bottom and your breath is wasted sobbing
      When you're sinking just to try and float
   So if you'll shut the hell up I'll be much more than happy to slit your ******* throat
 Sep 2014 Douglas Scheurn
T2m
As a kid i thought i was so bright
that my thoughts and eyes held candle to moonless nights
Big dreams slowing my memory like an over loaded android phone
Back then, dreaming was my sin, my only felony
But years and age walked me into reality
Then i realized, there is nothing wrong with dreaming
The only wrong therein is not waking up to live it.......
She drew an s  shape on my foot with a stick
I lay there, paralysed with fear,
thinking was this the subtle beginning
of a programme of torture.
Her white coat and stethoscope
glinting in the strip lighting.

She asked me if I knew where i was.
I lay there, frozen with fear,
not able to open my mouth.
I could read letters on her name badge
I read it as Dr Helliday
So that's where i was
I thought, that confirms it
along with her snake charming smile.

She tried to get me to drink
But I lay there stiff with fear,
not wanting to open my mouth
in case it was poison.
She placed a wet sponge on my lips
my eyes widening in terror.

Can you see how many fingers I'm holding up?
She said gently
I lay there tensed up with fear.
I thought it must be a trap
I couldn't open my mouth
and fall in.

I was seeing things around me
that pinned me to the bed with fear.
Patients pouring blood out of windows.
shadows of nurses in nooses.
I screamed inwardly.
But could not open my mouth
for fear had clamped it shut
After coming out of a two week coma, I was taken to a psychiatric ward, but was in this catatonic state, hallucinating, it was terrifying, and it turned out i had water on my brain, so was readmitted to a medical ward.

The Doctor was in fact called Dr Holliday, and this was 9 years ago. I am so thankful for every day since **
 Sep 2014 Douglas Scheurn
David
carpet of moss green
'neath ancient lichenous trees
incense of cedar
copyright 2014 David
Bazooka that veruka
Wage war on your warts
Charge the canons against corns 
And ills of other sorts

Conscript regiments of Rennies
Antacid to supress indigestion 
Establish naval fleets  
Of fisherman friends sweets 
To banish nasal congestion

smear your chest with Vick
To ensure victory is quick
And if headaches ensue
Aspirin will win and subdue

If your enemy is constipation
Let  senna be your friend 
And if your throat is sore
Let strepsils make swift amends 

Show viruses they're not  welcome
Fight back with all your might
Give germs no easy terms
And soon you'll feel alright!
I've been thinking about world war one starting as today, my birthday its one Hundred years since the war was declared. Then I was helping my son with his veruka and this came to mind x
Today tastes like
Satisfied saturday lie ins
and accompanied sleepy yawns
Tea in bed
toast crumbs

Today tastes like
Washing pegs I hold in my mouth
while ******* things
out on the line

Today tastes like
Saturday sweetie day
peanut m n m's
and other sugary
treats hooray!

Today tastes like a trip to the zoo
animal antics
fruit bats
meerkats
and tamarin tantrics

Today tastes like
My son's hearty hugs
he's been away all week
with the scouts
a hearty dinner
whilst he recounts
his trip's losers and winners

Today tastes like
brightly coloured family
television shows
of sofa time and
cheesey toes
(before i put the boys
in the bath)

Today tastes like
relaxation
tea and more tea
Maybe I'll allow
myself a
cheeky glass of wine
to further relax
and unwind!
(http://hellopoetry.com/poem/818411/young-poets-write-for-mei-w­ould-ask-that-one-of-the-more-computer-literate-among-you-set-up-­a-collection-for-me-for-all-the-wonderful-contributions/)
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