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Sin Nov 2015
Lonely are the nights that only emptiness is the one thing I hold onto.
Sin Nov 2015
Her firm body standing tall in the smoked filled room, I watch her lean into his neck and kiss him ever so gently like a butterfly upon the petal's of a rose.
I smile in her direction as her warm coco coloured eyes glance up and raise my glass of bourbon in honour of her beauty.
Why can't she see that he is no good, **** I'd give her the world I mean everything the whole lot, but here I am just nursing this drink wishing, wishing that it was me her soft kiss was caressing.
Sorry I know it's not a poem but I guess I have to let out words sometimes that just ain't in that group.
Sin Nov 2015
Everything belongs somewhere
In the mindless mayhem
One hand fits another
Two hearts can become one
And dreams are shared together

There's always room for something
Even a stolen kiss
Huddled away in a secret box
To share some other day

So don't forget in this old world
There's a place for everything
To treasure in times gone by
And a time for everything
Sin Nov 2015
In the moonlight's glare shadows fall
And thunder strikes the oak
Splitting bark and darkest hearts
Witches gather now

Robes of secrets adorn the hags
And spells they cast with glee
Singing of bad things to come
And dancing round in glee

Putrid smoke fills the air
The thunder growls so loud
The moon glows  so bright
Upon this darkest crowd

With mouths now bent
Words are sent
Into the midnight air
Flying away with a swirl that's meant
To chill the bones of the meek

Cackle and cawl the last of it all
Is spoken in a quiet hush
Then with a loud bang
The witches became
Shadows amongst the brush
Sin Nov 2015
Crystal clear waters above my head
I've drowned in this life of wrong
Weighted down by my own guilt
Only now forgotten songs

Why was I so blind from the start
To think I was so clever
Never being caught in waves of trouble
Yet here I am drowning

No hands outstreached to help me now
Just faces stare and ripple
Darkness rushing with arms wide open
Pulling me further away
  Nov 2015 Sin
Brent Kincaid
Don’t touch me.
I don’t know you,
A stranger to me,
I don’t allow you.
You smiled at me
From across the place.
In this noisy nightclub
You’re just a face.

You might be a cook
Or maybe a movie star.
I don’t know you at all.
I don’t know who you are.
You don’t have permission
To put your hands on me
And treat me like someone
Who is desperate and ******.

I totally understand
The way things are today.
After all I’m in this bar;
It’s like I seem to say
I’m one of those types
You take home for some fun.
That might be what you think
But I am simply not that one.

You see, all I can go on
Is a matter of your looks
And I am not a psychic
To tell angels from crooks.
So, thank you for your offer,
But I am going to pass.
I turned you down even though
You patted me on my ***.

I won’t woke up tomorrow
Full of sorrow and regret.
I won’t be the conquest
You will quickly forget.
I’ll be the one who has
Taken the time to say
I understand your game
But, I don’t want to play.
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