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 May 2014 JSL
Bárbara Izquierdo
Freedom or liberty, whatever your name exactly is.
How subjective your nature truly is,
There are those whom for you are willing to ouster life,
yet another group which accepts to give you away as an exchange,
oh a rather foolish one it is.

They believe,
they will never care for as long,
their well fare is not threatened, dangered,
at stake, or being labeled in a gamble, to be priced, so to speak.

Oh, how every single one of us, pillagers, poets,
murderers, lawyers, painters, doctors, musicians.
They all adore and crave for you!

Most of them do as they please indeed, indeed they can,
others have forsaken, all hope of meeting you ever again,
that is in fact, what hell feels truly like, usual yet so tormenting,
and all you are able to do is to weep, to mourn and
to dwell in eternal woes.
I wrote it a few days ago.
 May 2014 JSL
Blake Rogers
Him Again
 May 2014 JSL
Blake Rogers
It's him again. The reason why.
I start anew, my pen has pride
It's him again. The reason why.
My pages are blank and full at the same time
It's him again. The reason why.
My joyful laugh, my sorrowful cry
It's him again. The reason why.
Days where I just can't get by
It's him again. The reason why.
I've cried so much, my eyes are dry
It's him again. The reason why.
Can't bring myself to say goodbye
It's him again. The reason why.
 May 2014 JSL
Jack
#2 (10W)
 May 2014 JSL
Jack
I wrote our names in pencil,
you used the eraser
 May 2014 JSL
Red Bergan
Fathoms below,
To the depths of the Sea.
The world asundered,
By its wonder.

Fathoms above,
Wings of Eagles soar.
Storms sweep.
The world in awe...
Of its evolving atmosphere.

Above and Below.
Fathoms are bold.
For the world to know.
In awe of our evolving environment...
 Apr 2014 JSL
The Last Wordsmith
I haven't seen you in awhile my dear
And now there's something I've come to fear
That I don't remember the smell of your hair
But at least I'd recognize that smile anywhere
And I might not remember the taste of your lips
But I still want my arms around your hips
But your laugh, now that is unforgettable
And every moment we're together, is un-regrettable
Oh I miss you with every fibre of my being
And I'm jealous of those friends, whom you keep on seeing.
 Apr 2014 JSL
emily
i want it all.
your sleepy murmurs in my ear
as you drift away on a sea of dreams, the
gentle strokes of your fingers,
soft against my spine, the way
you hold me with your whole body.

i watched the moonlight draining onto
your bedroom walls as i lay beside your
slumbering warmth & felt something like happiness
radiating from my core.  your sheets danced with shadowplay
as i listened to your steady breaths
in & out,
couldn’t bear to slip away.

here’s the truth:
your arms feel like home,
like safety,
like a place i never want to leave.  
when you held me in that meadow,
wrapped in dreams & lust & a stark-flecked sky,
whispered the first i-love-you,
i wanted it all.

i want it all,
want to be yours,
crave you in the most indelible of ways,
urgent & deathless.
it’s finally time.  throwing out the razors.
cleansing the smoke from my lungs.
trading the bad habits i wear like shackles
to drown in your skin & sweat & sunshine.

maybe i don’t have a good reason for wanting it.
maybe i just know.
 Mar 2014 JSL
Steven Muir
I.
We need
heroes.

II.
I do not believe in
the kind of heroes
that I want to believe in,
that I want to be.

III.
I would like
to carry a shield
a sword
a gun
I would like to become a fighter
when I got angry
I would like to be
genetically messed with
to be strong and fast.

IV.
You know
every book you ever read
they say it's not the strength
it's the honest
love
good
morals.

V.
Where would those
be
without the force
behind them.

VI.
Make me into a superhero,
and then
I can be good
because I'll
have to be.

— The End —