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Threatening demons prowled in hoards
in the mysterious outback of her psyche;
knowing this,she decided not to be perturbed,
tamed them, one by one with poetic mantras.
Now, they recite the chants of forces she invokes
as soon as she feels like going in to a cosmic trance.
Poetry as the survival kit for those travel in to the 'bushes'--
arid outbacks - is effective.
We see what we want to see
We hear what we want to hear
We laugh when we want to cry
We cry when we want to die
What is the point, what's really real
Are we just a deck of cards
Waiting for the deal?
I don't know what this day shall bring
New beginnings, hints of Spring?
I'll let the chips fall where they may,
And be grateful for another day
The human touch is a powerful thing
It can wake the dead
It can make the birds sing
When you took me in your arms, and danced with me
I felt your powerful spell
I didn't want to be set free
Then the song ended
I didn't want to let go
But you walked away
How did  you not know?
I'm told I should be thankful
for waking up each day
Grateful for what, that I'm breathing today?
I fall to my knees, begin to pray...
Pray for the day I will be happy, no longer think of you
I thought you loved me, I thought this time it was true
I can't stop the thoughts, they have taken over my mind
This thing, "gratitude", I just cannot find
I try to pretend
I play the game
I don't want you to know that I'm still in such pain
Here I go again, to face the world
Smile on my face, but my head in a twirl
I don't feel grateful, I only feel blue
I'm lost in my head, still missing you
I look at the clouds
how majestic they are
all different shapes
a heart, a star...
I'm amazed at the clouds
as they drift slowly by
then I think of you
and start to cry
can you see me down here?
I wonder if you can
I believe you are up there
but this wasn't the plan
We were meant to be together
for many more years
but here I sit
wiping away tears
I long for the day, when we meet again
Up in the clouds, I'll be coming my friend...
 Nov 2014 Firewalker
Just Melz
Why you lie?

Why you say there's three servings,

When everyone knows, it's only one?

Rude, Haagen Dazs.

Just Rude.


Sincerely,
Lonely, Sad Girl.
Crying into a container of Chocolate Peanut Butter ice cream.
I lie in my bed
one thought in my head
My mind swirling around
with thoughts of you
Sweet memories abound...
I want it to stop!
I can't turn it off
my mind keeps wandering
I dream of our loft...
Safe in your arms
Holding me tight
thinking of what might...
what might have been, if you didn't leave
what did I do, I know it was me!
You've take over my mind
I just want it to end...
Another sleepless night,
I wish I was dead
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