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I have seen the wonders of the world
in a month of new experience.
I have let people in for a change.

I have met the kindest, most helpful angel
on a road trip off to nowhere.
Too gentle for his own good.

I have felt the warmth of laughter
in the ladies' room while having a smoke.
I was walking on clouds.

I have heard the focused, resonating silence
amidst spaces in a study room.
A pin dropped.

I have seen the sad, the happy,
the lonely, the mighty,
the inferior, the hustle,
the coziness, and the wind.

I have seen it all, my love,
and still I remain unimpressed.
 Nov 2014 Ever Punk Goddess
Jack
~

Lost without direction

Empty as that crumbled pack of Marlboro lights on the ground

Lonely, a single towel on the line to dry…in the rain

Wasted like left over pudding in the sink strainer

Shredded, an unimportant document in the wrong stack

Destroyed in a crumbled mass of quivering stone

Crying beneath a flowing river rising

Torn apart, a ticket stub to a missed concert

Scared half to death with the other half waiting

Cowering within each breath I no longer want to take

Fractured like grandma’s Hummel found by a wagging dog’s tail

Dead, wearing a disguise of the living…and a poor one at that

Desperate to know that which I won’t

Lost without you
Ok, I just thought maybe you might be tiring of all of the love poetry. :)
let's go hunting tonight
i'm in the mood to don my armour
let's go slay, let's ignite
i'm feeling like a carnivorous flower

I paint my nails red
the colour of blood
and soon this color will
adorn my tongue

i darken the tints
to match the hue
of my intentions tonight
of what i'll do with you


of lithe movements and pretty lies
watch you fall for my honey eyes
of sweet perfumes and deja vu
you'll be my number twenty-two

finally some idea in your eyes
realisation of danger to your life
ah but my friend you're too late
my lips have already sealed your fate

with a ferile roar this all ends
before you can move or comprehend
the red of my nails matches the red of my teeth
temporarily sated, a beautiful beast

it's another night, another time
i'm in the mood to go hunting tonight
number twenty-three soon to be dead
And i'll just paint my nails blood red
With a deep breath
I inhaled the feelings of the earth
aroma of the fresh dew
sprayed all over me
and the soul rejuvenated
from the overnight slumber
woken up with renewed purpose
feeling alive again
breathing with the world
inducing sense of purpose
a prayer to face another day
with each breath
life is energizing again
What a good system
I can cry for hours all alone at night
But in the morning
If I smile
No one knows
Great.
Smiles are just emotional makeup. To hide the ugly feelings
The change in me is terrible
This change doesn't help it makes
things way worse.Change is in all.
Change can hurt us all.But change is
also okay too.Change is what happens
but change can do things we wish to
take back most people say change is
good some say change is bad but really
no one pays attention to what change actually is.
The reason why the change in me is terrible is
because well my change is all in love and friendship
but for real the change in me is hurting me this change
will last forever but soon I will know what that change actually is.
Soon but not
*yet
the next poem of this one in the three poem sequence is "I finally know"
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