Caroline

Aug 2018

laura

Faith

knew a girl named Faith
who had none at all
husky breath, taut body
aligning laughter with anyone in sight
sotto voce-
fading into the carriage of the night
rolling within the mazes she chooses

she's a tall tower squishing my chest
tabi heels from margiela
give her all my love but it's never enough
takes it all and serves it to everyone
else
crosses for earrings
knew a girl named Faith
and i love her

Jul 2018

Petrichor

The Man

I never saw a man who looked
with such a wistful eye
upon that little tent of blue
which prisoners called the sky,
and at every drifting cloud that went
with sails of sliver by.

I walked, with other souls in pain,
within another ring,
and was wondering if the man had done
a great or a little thing,
when a voice behind me said,
"The man's got to swing"

For he did not wear scarlet
nor did he speak of it,
for blood and wine were red
and so was the color on his bed.

He looked upon the garish day
with such a wistful eye;
the man had killed the thing he loved,
and so he had to die.

Inspired by OSCAR WILDE

#oscarwilde #man #killed #loved #wistful #eye

Jul 2018

Marsha Singh

Revival

Next time I wake from sleep
for keeps – from deepest, darkest
slumber – I may come back a little
bird to visit in the summer; my
quetzal pomp, green feathered
grace, singing through my hunger –
when I am gone, I may come back
your pretty bird, a wonder.

Jun 2018

Aa Harvey

Maybe, baby, boy, man

Maybe, baby, boy, man.

Darkness falling, images fading;
No more warnings, broken pieces still remain.
Fix the future; in the past I was a weekend warrior.
Music is my influence;
Stay young and invincible and discover your own way.

Music helps us to find the truth.
Electronic movements; under your world we are unique.
Keep on trying, see a way through;
Push the buttons and find the right key.

We are in boxes, going in rewind;
Memories remind us that today is our time.
Words find their own meaning when we have a dictionary mind.
Thoughts become numbers we see on a coded matrix line.

Another number who hopes to shine;
I’m a lucky man, who has found his place.
Different voices that are new to our eyes,
Show us how to become the person we are,
Before we reach our grave.

Timeless entity, we wish we were.
Hopes and dreams change as we evolve.
Imagination brings love to her,
But she cannot see me waving my soul.

Paint by letters with alphabet spaghetti words;
Send me a signal using neon lights.
Show me how to become seen when all I can be is a blur;
A maybe, baby, boy, man who is still out of her sights.

(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

#dark #memories #music #life #poetry #creation #words #me #hope #love

Mar 2018

Jack Trainer

A Second Chance

Her solemn eyes shares the work of a torn heart
She gazes into a darkened abyss she calls her melancholia
A place, cold and familiar, like a bedroom closet
It is neither open nor closed; the home of dim secrets

She feels and feels and feels until numb
Detached is far better, oh sister of her apathy
Where is the strength to rise?
To harvest again the morning sun

It takes all her power as she clings
She fights to remember that once she was happy
A gleaner of laughter and hope
She is worthy of a second chance

#sad #depression #life #hope