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Maybe it's gin with a tonic
could be it's ***** and lime,
the morning's just washed out about me
I'm happy and
having a good time,
baby,
you should be here having breakfast
dinner won't be until nine,
dining on grapes and hot sun fruits, while
I'm snacking on your lips which
taste of
mulled wine,
maybe it's brandy or spiced ***
could be it's whisky and ice
it might be the morning's are
always like this
wouldn't that be so nice.
 Oct 2015 Sombro
jndv
HER
 Oct 2015 Sombro
jndv
HER
A mother’s love is so sacrificial
They care and advise us unconditional

From the day that I saw the world,
You were the first person who hold

Since I was young and fragile,
You guided me from what is right and wrong
You always give me that beautiful smile,
You’re the reason why I’m this strong

From the start and end,
You are the person I depend

I never heard you complain,
Because you know,,, from you.. I will gain

Thank you mom,
For everything that I am today
Someday I’ll repay,
Just promise me you’ll stay

Sorry mom,
If I am not that easy,
As you watch me growing
You hide and you cry,
Without me knowing

Mom, I just want to say,
That I love you in everyday
And if you plan to say goodbye
Please don’t, cause I might die
 Oct 2015 Sombro
Dada Olowo Eyo
And when the demons,
From your unlikeable past;

Drink sodas and lemons,
With your present cast;

Know ye that time calls upon thee,
To make peace your cup of tea.
 Oct 2015 Sombro
Michael Berman
I toil in anonymity
These words will not be read
You will not drink what's in this cup
These thoughts will not be said.

I'm buried on the internet
Far out of Google's reach
In basements stacked between thick tomes
No students will I teach.

I'm outside of your consciousness
My plight will draw no tears
I will not be anthologized
On passage of the years.

I shout among the swelling crowd
And blend into the hum
I'm heard here by myself alone
No more will I become.
 Oct 2015 Sombro
Julie Butler
calm
 Oct 2015 Sombro
Julie Butler
my dear
please
tell me what you'd do
if you were me
&
I were you ?
now
take your head out of the
ground &
put both feet inside my shoes;
it is defeat and even ruin
this thing most often,
you've been doing
to the organs that I need
still you're my
favorite bleeding being;
yet you'd never take the time
to understand
some of my why's
& all the reasons I can't find
reiterate inside my mind
that your heart's no longer mine
and in the morning maybe I
can find that somehow
I'll be fine

& I hope
that
somehow starts tonight
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