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 Apr 2015 Kale
jeffrey robin
simple
 Apr 2015 Kale
jeffrey robin
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these the demon days are come

//

we do not live here not at all

//

Scared ? scarred ?

//

Does it matter anyway ?

( and to whom truly could it matter ? )

•

NO ONE DARES TO BE REAL ANYMORE

( but me ? )

//

Thru the entrance to the ALLEYWAY

FOR MAD MEN ONLY

Reads the sign

//

The streets are merely cold

With wanton lust

Paid for by yuppie gold

//

She

Staggers like death itself

Everyone sees

And says

I LOVE YA BABY !

And she believes !!!!!

•

The long day and the sleepless night

The absolute resolve to NEVER CHANGE !

To rage about and vent pure hate

Is the greatest joy around

//

I speak in soft words

(No one hears )

The truth is told

( no one cares )

The warning bells are ringing

( no one dares )

To see themselves as really here

//

So it is

//

Pure lovely kisses !

Childlike

Purity !

•

In awhile

It shall all be over

( this whole world ! )

And still

No one will have a word to say !
 Apr 2015 Kale
CJ Hattingh
Apollyon will destroy
your mantras with the truth.
Be without fear
for all of humanity shall perish
in it's own denial

Fear not judgement
Fear not prosecution

All sheep will be herded
off the cliffs of stupidity
and burn in the fires of their intolerance
May they see the light
and be free one day.
 Apr 2015 Kale
Joshua Haines
His dog chased her
through the woods.
The rifle can **** from
three-hundred yards.

Watch her leap logs
and sidestep
sticks grabbing
at her shoulders.

There are three Gods
in the woods,
behind any tree.

No one is as ruled
as the lawless.
No one is as sedated
as the frenzied.

Sympathy couldn't be
measured in screams,
but measured
in her breaths.

Beyond the
honeydew horizon,
the senseless cease.
The half-life of eyes:
her only escape.

Where the tree-trunks
are furnished by the
candied corpses.
Her feet chomp at the
prostituted ground.

She will die, here,
whether she lives
or not.
For what is stolen,
stays.
 Mar 2015 Kale
Nathan Cross
I've kept my demons,
In close proximity.
Because, let's be honest,
They're never far away.
I do what I must,
To keep them at bay.
Their constant urge.
The world turns,
From vibrant to gray.

**-N.C.
 Mar 2015 Kale
Nathan Cross
My eyes got caught, drawn to the way you walk.
Thoughts manipulate what I say.
The clock ticks, but there's no stir.
The World Is Frozen.

The ice of hearts, prevents the spark.
I'd warm it with my hands if I could.
But like time, I fear I would lose them too.
The World Is Frozen.

Nothing enters my mind, and nothing leaves.
A scene, us dancing, The light,
of Lake Michigan on our heels.
The World Is Frozen.

False words we've spoken, hearts ripped open.
We hide what we think, so no one knows -
what we feel. I can't breathe.
The World Is Frozen.

My heart stops beating, feet lose feeling.
I stand there dumb, hands numb.
If only I could speak.
The World Is Frozen.

**-N.C.
 Mar 2015 Kale
Insufficient
We look up at the same stars and see such different things.
When you look at yourself,
Your psychedelic bruises,
Your prosperous veins,
Your ever-increasing freckles,
The stretch marks on your hips,
Your ever-so-slight collarbones,
Your deep blue eyes,
And you say
"Why can't I be lovely?"

Understand that when I look at you,
I see the endless galaxies,
The roads yet to be travelled,
The marvellous constellations,
I see the lines of Jupiter,
The glorious mountains,
I see the wondrous ocean.
So when I say
"Darling you already are"
Know that when I look at you,
I see my world.
 Mar 2015 Kale
Nathan Cross
If happiness is from Heaven, and sadness from Hell,
I’m in-between worlds.
I’ve learned more from Hell,
then Heaven could ever tell.
Sadness etched on lips, and fingertips.
Creating it, that false sense,
of whatever Love is.
You’re always a victim, but never the culprit.
Funny to me, of "we,"
you found us first and kept it, Dear.
The voorpret we felt, as each drew near,
has now turned into fear.
Perhaps a love between you and I,
should have remained as mamihlapinatapai.
That, after all,
would have been, a happy end.

**-N.C.
Voorpret (n.) (as it is spelled) - pre-fun, the sense of enjoyment felt before a party or event takes place.
Language: Dutch.
Mamihlapinatapai (n.) (Mam-ee-la-pin-nata-pie) - the wordless look between two people who both desire something, yet are equally reluctant to initiate.
Language: Yaghan.
 Mar 2015 Kale
TAB
I moved on
 Mar 2015 Kale
TAB
I moved on the day
I realized
I could not share
The sparkle in your eyes
With another.

I moved on without a single sigh
Not one tear did I cry.
Though, I won't lie,
I was a little hurt.

I moved on when it hit me
Who I was.
I am amazing
I am blazing.
I am bright.
I am consuming.
Because there's too much of me
To love
Too much love
I will give
For me to settle for
Scraps of affection.

I moved on.
But you will come
To your senses
Sooner or later
And sooner or later
Is already too late.
I'll wait for you to realize what you've missed out on
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