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 Dec 2016 Sleepless
Nic Sutcliffe
I'll tell you a tale of two parts that were one
A sentient energy. A choice to become
Something more, for a moment, by splitting apart.
Each piece gained 6 senses… A body… A heart.

The lure of experience, of the human condition
Rediscovery of self; the noblest mission
But there was a catch! They must choose to forget
The oneness they once knew, A gamble... And yet

The choice to be human, to experience the mother
Until they would once again Find one another
Was filled with such promise, and freedom and choice
Joy, Love and friendship… all things to rejoice

Millennia had passed, through life and rebirth,
a thousand incarnations, Returned to the Earth.
They grew through the ages, knowing not their true goal
to find what they gave up, to become again whole

These fractured pieces, though complete on their own
Had within them a sense that, despite how they'd grown
Through epochs and lifetimes, Experiences true
One journey remained, each had to pursue

And then came that day, this last iteration
Through whispers cosmic, And familiar vibration
Two self-aware humans, A meeting by chance,
Saw their reflection in a momentary glance

There in that moment, they sensed the archaic
Connection to source; Universal mosaic
Their gaze pierced the veil of their lifetimes before
To the essence within, the kin at their core

Questions were answered, True purpose revealed
Both part of the same soul that longed to be healed.
Though physical distance would keep them apart,
Each recognised, the telepathy of heart

Knowledge familiar, the quest to be whole
Would drive and inspire them, to unite their one Soul
This lifetime perhaps? They wished it was so.
Certainty elusive; For Neither could know.

The true gift, however, this knowledge would yield
Was awareness itself, In the great cosmic field.
Aware once again of their Soul's counterpart
The sacrifice made, way back at the start

Magnetically drawn, as they always had been,
To reunion of spirit by forces unseen.
Enriched by experiences they'd gained in each round
The goal was now simply; to seek what they'd found

To discover the self. To meet their twin soul
To make, what was fractured, Once again whole
Time was irrelevant. Space mattered not.
Henceforth remembering what once was forgot

The gamble paid off, though the cost it was great.
They would find one another, for this was their fate.

And then when, at last
their moment did come
Imbued with new Love
Their two became one

-- for My Moon
 Dec 2016 Sleepless
Dawn
itinerary
 Dec 2016 Sleepless
Dawn
Once, I fell for a traveler
whose eyes sought the beautiful.
But even those who were simply mundane
didn't even have to worry a thing,
for he always saw the best within.

Never have I ever been a destination.
More like ruins that give the illusion
that abandon could exhibit beauty.
But his map was never way too full
for more pushpins on places he'd rule
with polaroid films and blank canvasses,
that only his eyes and hands can caress.

But little did I know that he was
more on an adventure than just a petty tour.
That when time came for him to move on,
I'm sure I forgot, here wasn't his home.

At least, in the roster, I exist.
One of the places he chose to visit.
I have written this some time after I thought I've had moved on from someone.
 Nov 2016 Sleepless
Rickie Louis
Sometimes I'm filled with an overwhelming sadness
It's like a Madness
but not the kind with rage

It's almost like i have a deficit of joy
A black hole
Or a reoccurring void

It's like that feeling when you're far away from home
But I'm home
Yet here with you's alone

When it comes it is impossible to hide
There's no pride
No ego to confide

It's then i seek for some kind of affirmation
Acting out this sickening deprivation
My desperation

I'm not alone
..My misery calls me home..
Nothings ever finished.
 Nov 2016 Sleepless
Kay Ireland
It’s difficult to stomach at first,
But once you start,
There’s no sense in stopping.
Eventually you’ll start every morning
With a cup of coffee,
And no matter what happens,
You’ll always remember just how I like it.

A few thousand miles
Is nothing at all
When you know I’m there,
Waiting.

You know that I will always
Answer the phone,
So I anticipate the vibration against my lap
Every time you’re drunk
And spilling out those rhotic words
And it takes me a moment to understand
Everything you say
So I fill the silences with quiet giggles
And you ask me why I’m laughing.

I’m laughing at you.
And I can see the goofy look on your face
Despite the rolling of the Atlantic
And the static it creates.
I blush just as much as I would
With your body next to mine.
I can hear you laughing, too.

Six months,
Just six months.

I hear your heart drop,
Heavy with an unknown sense of longing
For something you’ve never truly felt.
I wish it was sooner,
You say.
I wish it was now.
 Nov 2016 Sleepless
Corvus
I didn't go to your funeral today.
Wasn't well enough.
Part of me feels guilty, but not because of you,
Just because there's an expectation to go to funerals.
Really, I don't mind though.
I don't mind not thinking 'goodbye' in the direction of a coffin
While a man talks about things I don't believe in.
You and I said goodbye not long ago,
And it's a memory I'll forever cherish.
How fragile you were, yet how strong you became
Under the weight of your mother's death.
How you took my own grieving mother under your arm,
Outstretched in love, and asked her if she'll be OK.
And then you turned and looked at me, called me by name,
Walked over to me and asked how I was.
Said goodbye and gave me a hug.
How much your old personality shone through in that moment,
After years of mental health problems but you were still my auntie Jackie.
I didn't go to your funeral today,
But I've got the best memory of us parting ways.
 Nov 2016 Sleepless
Tab
Bedridden
 Nov 2016 Sleepless
Tab
i haven't left my bed in almost 2 days
the blankets keep me sheltered and safe
there's love in these blankets
here i am free to be me
free to be black
free to be gay
just free
there is no one telling me to "go pick cotton" or to "get to the back of the bus"
i'm allowed to love who i want without worrying someone is going to throw a brick at me
there are no slurs in here
i'm free
*i'm safe
will i have to stay in my bed for 4 years just to be safe?
By: Cedric McClester

This is breaking news
We all have the blues
Because of what they chose
When everybody knows
All he's done is lied
He's not qualified
But he wouldn't relent
Now he's the President

He is one hot mess
But who'd ever have guessed
That he'd win the whole contest
But nevertheless
There the hell we are
Never thought he'd get that far

Don't you find it strange
That a man who is deranged 
Would take everything
Including the brass ring
He came out on top
Though we thought he'd be stopped
Besides asking who knew
What we gonna do

He is one hot mess
But who'd ever have  guessed
That he'd win the whole contest
But nevertheless
There the hell we are
Never thought he'd get that far

Now Hillary's been dumped'
Guess you could say that she's been *******
But that's the way the cookie crumbles
When you're caught in certain rumbles

He is one hot mess
But who'd ever have guessed
That he'd win the whole contest
But nevertheless
There the hell we are
Never thought he'd get that far

Life has got to still go on
Even when your heart is torn
We must all hope for the best
Even if we get much less
And in spite of our dilemma 
Hope may still come in a glimmer
So despite where we're now at
We've got to hold on to that








Cedric McClester, Copyright (c) 2016.  All rights reserved.
 Nov 2016 Sleepless
Kim Elaydo
He reminded me of a song;
No words but pure symphonies — 
Only the strumming and plucking
Of the strings of the guitar.

Tragically and harmoniously beautiful,
He was the solace of my melancholy — 
Every part of his angelic wholeness
Filled with wonder and all things lovely.

He fitted perfectly, in my empty spaces,
Lyrics unsung and words unspoken.
And with every breath he exhaled,
He filled my heart to its brim.
i love you, t.
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