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The world might come to an end
but I will never bend
to attend the cell
ringing like damnation to hell.

This incessant ringing fills me with rage
like a tiger enslaved, enraged in cage.
'tis everything frightening
the evening's storm, thunder and lightening
pleasing silence no longer remains
grief, anger, frustration domains.

nerves rattle like a boiling kettle
knees weaken, heart's pounding fails to settle
deep breaths no longer help
words trapped and lumped.

fear, panic, dread
deprive me of the valor
to pick the call and end the terror.
GaryFairy May 2016
born with a halo shattered
human afterbirth in dirt
withered wings, feathers tattered
protrusions of pain and hurt

only an angel can be born
held by the devil's hands
flesh becomes hard when it's torn
only an angel understands
Children and animals are the only innocence in this world.
GaryFairy May 2016
The bass grow as long as your arm
down by mr thompson's farm
the flatrock river licks it's muddy ridge
underneath of a covered bridge

emerald shiners mirror the light
a grey heron takes to flight
catching crawdads for a hopeful cast
while the shoals of minnows pass
This is about my time when I lived in Rushville, Indiana. I used to fish under a very old covered bridge. It was the best fishing of my life, and I am pretty sure that I caught some record smallmouth bass. I never weighed them though.
GaryFairy May 2016
The delicate mystery answered like a memory
part of the scenery, i bring no purposeful injury
discovery of a unity with such a simplicity
recovery of senses lost through our history

we are all only part land, part sea
every tiny particle is part of our key
every little mouse, every giant tree
I am part of you, and you are part of me

a cultural discovery of uncovered humanity
actively prolonging the agony of mankind's vanity
what is really living passively or living savagely?
simple serenity destroyed by our brutality
GaryFairy May 2016
the dark circles under my eyes
are the windows to my soul
i drop to my knees and cry to the sky
Lord help me out of this hole

i try fighting my own demise
starting to lose all control
when God denies my desperate cries
i only fall further below
pray for me
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