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 Aug 2016 Jay Dee
K G
Réconfort
 Aug 2016 Jay Dee
K G
You're outnumbered by those with a spiritual light that feuds the blight
You're in a field of solace behind monoliths that are loosely aligned
With every emotion that rushes through the rifts like mountains in the shrouds
You can reach your arm over the walls and latch onto monotonous sounds
God this is amazing, hand lingered on and became anonymous
Face is deep gray, possessed with the murderous incompetent
Living under a younger ruthless crowd of love but i'm improvident
Myopic thoughts are sleep-inducing but somewhat pastiche
Don't string yourself again, after yourself's disease
Because there is no farewell, once there's a leash
 Aug 2016 Jay Dee
K G
Slooming Sodus
 Aug 2016 Jay Dee
K G
Spent days trying to forget her
I was all over her, with strict joy
With my footsteps falling softer
On foreign ground it falls softer

Swimming with a cigarette
Floating in the leafy motel pool
Lift up your burning head
To see the ashes of abandoned youth
Its familiar
It's all around you

Whenever I close my eyes
My bed starts to quiver
For the leaves, they will wither
For your ashes, they will deliver

I was unhappy, on and on repeat
Until I got home in Tennessee
To see a woman on bended knee
Tumbling to the crumbling peek
Trusting where I'm supposed to be

You're warm, my prison is cold
You're just a wolf without teeth
In solitude, I hear a noise from gold
You're just a wolf without teeth
You're the summer smoke, the reddest sky
You're just a wolf without teeth
That will drop in the guillotine and die
You're just a wolf without teeth
Running with shoes full of landmines
Asking what I saw, and apologizing until the edge of dawn
If you think it makes me wanna surrender and wrap you in my arms
Well you're wrong
So pull the curtains of loss, to get hit with a blizzard of saws
 Aug 2016 Jay Dee
Seher Seven
shifts
 Aug 2016 Jay Dee
Seher Seven
the winds change
and you are suddenly
in a new day.
they just change,
and your life begins again.
behind clouds and a cold wind
you feel your bones
within. shaking.

the air shifts
and the heat of the sun is
released.
it pours down, penetrating skin
warming the core.
releasing moisture to join again.
the faint wind comes back
and brushes your hair
it slides over your chin and you
smile.
you know this is why you are alive.

she shifts so quickly sometimes,
answering prayers. clearing for the future.
 Aug 2016 Jay Dee
A W Bullen
Lush
 Aug 2016 Jay Dee
A W Bullen
Too much thigh to go
unkissed
so wet-look fabric
has my tongue
in swollen lip bit
thirst..
A sunrise skirt
eased over arches,
modest drapes of stolen
passing showers...

Your pointed mouth
has come undone, to
curse the moon in
quiet hours, running
with the liquid thought
that through your thumping mind
becomes, the preaching
of the screaming sea...

Heels, held, high over head,
A bristled language empties
you of easy , urban drag....
 Aug 2016 Jay Dee
A W Bullen
What is it she whispers?
Outside..
The brittle bleach decor rustles shy applause
Inside….
half encumbered slumber wins
The aching World to part made play
Arcadian chapels hover in folds
That form in the fields of gathering grey

and still she whispers.

Damp calico dales murmur and shift
in the twist of a tremor.
A cold palm press upon temples that pulse
for the touch of another that passes
high over the way…

What is it, she whispers?

Witch-fingers lift at the filigree latches,
saltwater patches salivate free…..
..lasciviously.
beneath the list of chalking blinds
rim- shot eyes scour windswept causeways

Always searching,

Always waiting,
For some unknown.

And still she whispers...
 Aug 2016 Jay Dee
John Stevens
What?
 Aug 2016 Jay Dee
John Stevens
When I can't rhyme
When I won't  pick up a dime
     From the slime.

When I don't get it anymore
When rhyme flies out the door
    To return never more.

I dig out my trusty pen
Then look deep within
  And think where I have been.

What are you talking about Stevens?
What are you doing with the leavens?
I don't know. Leave me be. Ya see?
Some days I need to lose my pen.
And face the world with a grin.
Another five minutes wasted.

This is all in humor.
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