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 Dec 2016 Rj
Some Person
On Drugs
 Dec 2016 Rj
Some Person
What do you mean,
Why am I on drugs?
I don't do this to hurt myself
I do it to survive
 Dec 2016 Rj
Ellie Shelley
Drugs
Are
Keeping
Me
Alive
So
Why
Should
I
Stop
 Dec 2016 Rj
Some Person
Drugs
 Dec 2016 Rj
Some Person
No wonder
Everyone does drugs
How can you deal with this *******
Without any ******* drugs?
Each drop of rain has been programmed with
exact coordinates from which to strike land
The direction of the wind rehearsed from a
remote corner of Earth
The sun signs off daily on lucky parcels that will bask in its
love
Every wrinkle in the mirror planned in advance
A lavatory faucet stream explosion where it meets
porcelain
Small rivers hurdle down cabinets retrieving dust ,
bound for trim moulding , another universe now forming
The trimmed end of a hair lying on the floor , the residents are attempting to contact the opposite end for answers , for surety of purpose , to prove they're not alone
Copyright December 19 , 2016 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
 Dec 2016 Rj
chris
ll
 Dec 2016 Rj
chris
ll
No one cares unless you're rich or dying
 Dec 2016 Rj
Francie Lynch
I enjoy the hot tub
After my treadmill.
Whilst sitting,
Throne-like,
One notices the thousands of bubbles,
Swirling, twirling, spinning, colliding,
Spreading out like spiralling gallaxies.
Naturally, I play with them,
Briefly, temporarily
Re-direct their path;
But it's pointless.
I recall my dark hour;
When God removed his hand.
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