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When stones began to breathe
And the walls to bleed

Allowing the past to take the lead

Life slid by, falling into tiny slots
Like a machine in a vintage arcade

Allowing the present to take the lead

We become well-defined dots
Like stars in the heavens that never fade

As we allow past and present to meet
That man does not care one iota for humankind!
He has learned to only "pass" as a caring one,
To use the good-hearted to his ends and for his means,
A rigid, inflexible plan to further his crime wave.
Recognizing a country Palestine that’s been around longer than most other countries.

Israel is not a country.
The Greater Israel project is to take over Palestine Syria Iraq Egypt Kuwait Saudi Arabia Lebanon Jordan and make these apart of Israel the media won't tell you this.
You will wonder what happened to me
When you see
It ain’t like it used to be
On eight long legs
She sits and waits
Her many eyes anticipate
Feeling for the vibe
Then feeding to survive
She always cleans her plate
Calm s
When done
Get  OFFed

dumping the bodies up state

free fall off your plate
Ae fond kiss, so sweetly
To warring sighs er' his Nancy

To feel his touch, my Gregory
To love so deeply, I sweetly

And know the pain completely
To love and have lost love’s fancy

Like a haunting unrequited love
Love first and fairest, we severed

Had we never met and parted
We'd never been so broken-hearted

Farewell, then forever.
In my car -
you told me you loved me.
I pulled the words from your tongue;
couldn’t help myself.
I desired to hear them.
Forgive me,
I was young and eager to love.

December was sweet to us;
the snow storm felt like summer sun.
Seasons have gone by since then.
We couldn‘t stop the world from turning,
not even when you told me
your deepest secrets.

My heart has been broken ever since.
August couldn’t save us from crying.

Leaves change their color,
but I always remember
the very first time
you said you loved me.
I say the words
That may or may not help me
I say the names
That may or may not be heard.
I cry the daily tears
That may or may not heal me
And gather up the strength
To face another day of pain
Without a bird outside my window.
         ljm
Still struggling with several issues
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