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  Jul 2018 Mariam
Sally A Bayan
WET
The porch is all wet
Heaven's wrath bellows, falls wet
Pours like mad...i'm wet!

Rain, pain...keep eyes wet
Pen is fueled, drenched...too wet
Ink blots....paper's wet

Moist wind makes head wet
Wounded heart speaks... mind's soaked wet
My muse, dripping wet...




Sally


Copyright May 18, 2015
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
***...some lines to cool the mind...the past days have been soooo
      uncomfortably hot....***
  Apr 2018 Mariam
ryn
Confide all you want
But listening ears bleed too
If only you’d see
  Apr 2018 Mariam
Eric W
I consistently underestimate the importance of relationships in my life.
Perhaps it is not that I've always been alone,
perhaps it is that I drive everyone I love away.
I find it difficult to give my attention to people,
especially when I feel there is much to do.
I always seem to feel that way.
I am too critical of others.
I will never forget (forgive?) a trespass against my person,
and will excuse any trespass I render afterward
as a direct result of the original wrong toward me.
I am vengeful,
and I am good at it.

My family loves me and has never left.
I can't understand why
when I'm not able to give them all I should.

I'm not at the top -- not yet,
but I'm higher than I have ever been,
and many people I love have fallen away.

It is lonely here.
Whine whine whine. Just thinking.
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