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 May 2016 Daisy
Akira Chinen
She smiled a tearful smile
And she said to me,
"Dear sweet boy, I'm afraid to say...
I'm  not the way to paradise.
I'm on my way to hell...
You see, I made a dread mistake
And now the devil owns my soul.
"
So I took her hand and stole a tear from her cheek and I said to her,
"Oh, you poor lovely dear,
Do not fear...
I've been there too
Same mistake, more than once...
Let me show you the way.
"
Hand in hand, tear in tear
We walked down
The blood red brick road
To hell
A song in our steps
A joy in our hearts
Both now singing
*Theres no place like home
 May 2016 Daisy
Mike Hauser
In the stillness of the silence

Is when you hear God's voice

When you let go of distractions

That's when he lets you know

That he is here to guide you

In heart, mind, body, soul

In the stillness of the silence

Is when you hear God's voice
 May 2016 Daisy
Audrey Reyes
1 – Buy blood oranges - big round ones - for V's birthday cake

2 – Write a scathing review on life's brilliant portrayal of Quarter-Life crisis.

3 – Unclog the kitchen sink. Pull out remnants of your hair from the bathroom drain. Wash away your scent from the pillowcases. Free our skeletons from the sheets.

4 – Keep this beaten box littered with keepsakes of your tired smile.

5 – Clean the foyer. Take out the trash.

6 – Pick up your fallen lashes from between the crevices of the sofa - these remnants of your belonging was once mundane. Now, they are ghosts haunting my sleep.

7 – Write a eulogy for the forgotten love, laid to rest upon spitting embers.

8 – Make tomorrow's list.

9 – Forget your naked, thieving smile. Forget your proud smirk when you can't admit defeat. Forget your fingerprints etched on glass walls caging my treacherous chord.

10 – Admit it is time to forget.

11 – Feed the dog. Empty the kitty litter.

12 – Try 2, 4, 6, 7, 9, and 10 again. Maybe, tomorrow. Empty this list of you.
011615 // written upon IP's request
 May 2016 Daisy
jeffrey conyers
Love me just enough to know I miss your touch.
Your kiss, your arms and so much more.
Love me just enough to request you back.
Yes, I'm weak like that.

Oh, I could put up a front before friends that you not all that.
And that's exactly what it be?
Cause you're the heart of  me.

You give me comfort.
 May 2016 Daisy
Axle Avatari
SIMPLE
 May 2016 Daisy
Axle Avatari
I want to be the first on your list
A day never missed
Morning noon and night
LED blinking light
Puts a smile upon my face
My heart starts begins to race
A simple text from you to me
Is all I need to see
It really is simple.
Why is it so hard? *Love*
 May 2016 Daisy
Nathan Pival
Sitting up late at night
Alone with my thoughts
Reflection mainly with a little bit of self torture
Taking responsibility for the mistakes I've made
Things I'd said that hurt others
Being inconsiderate of someone's heart

It wasn't just the bumps in the night that kept me awake
It was everything that I felt regret for
The walls I had built had started to break

Seeds of regret had been ignored for too long
Allowed to grow into inner demons
That robbed me of sleep
Stolen from me my inner peace

Sitting up late at night
Every night wondering
Will I ever fall asleep peaceably?
Will I ever be free
Of the demons that rob me?

So used to, I am now
Of carrying these burdens and this baggage with me
I wonder if I would ever know how to act
Without them breaking down my back

A sad world we live in
That just being a man
Can break you and keep you from something as natural as sleep
The wrongs we've committed and the regrets that we keep
Never forgotten but maybe forgiven
One day

Until then
I will sit up late at night
Spending time with a demon named regret
 May 2016 Daisy
phil roberts
I didn't fall into disrepute
So much as occur there

                                    By Phil Roberts
 May 2016 Daisy
Quinn Fox
I'll bet the first man or Neanderthal
To write a melody
Was lonely

So I'll sing to the stars
Never so alone
Yet ever so alone
And I'll sing to them
I'll sing
Of how a little ditty saved my local city
In the home my stars have built

And that man
In irony
Encased us
And welcomed us to be
Never so lonely
Thanks to a uniting little melody
and a soul sings notes indeed.
Here we are again
in the deep of days dying
the sky in tiers of greys
charcoal shades creep in and change the mood
as rain proceeds its rhythmic fall on house and park
and knocks at doors and patters on all cars

wet the way
its weathered edges gurgle like a stream
sun heated surfaces begin to steam
all moisture celebrates existence in the hour
while most they run for shelter
I stand in my free shower

Margaret Ann Waddicor 25th April 2016
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