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The doctor couldn't see me,
but I'm here,

seems like lots of people pass you by
and never wonder who or wonder why
then wonder if they passed you by at all.

It's midnight at four forty,
I'm thinking of getting ******,
but that's naughty
so I'm having coffee,

black or white?
white or black?
I do not lack questions
which is a ******' nuisance
at times like these.
 May 2021 Theplishk
niann smith
the truth is, i dont have the guts to kiII myself. i want to walk busy roads and dark alleys in the hopes someone will do it for me
 Apr 2021 Theplishk
Anne Sexton
So it has come to this
insomnia at 3:15 A.M.,
the clock tolling its engine

like a frog following
a sundial yet having an electric
seizure at the quarter hour.

The business of words keeps me awake.
I am drinking cocoa,
that warm brown mama.

I would like a simple life
yet all night I am laying
poems away in a long box.

It is my immortality box,
my lay-away plan,
my coffin.

All night dark wings
flopping in my heart.
Each an ambition bird.

The bird wants to be dropped
from a high place like Tallahatchie Bridge.

He wants to light a kitchen match
and immolate himself.

He wants to fly into the hand of Michelangelo
and dome out painted on a ceiling.

He wants to pierce the hornet's nest
and come out with a long godhead.

He wants to take bread and wine
and bring forth a man happily floating in the Caribbean.

He wants to be pressed out like a key
so he can unlock the Magi.

He wants to take leave among strangers
passing out bits of his heart like hors d'oeuvres.

He wants to die changing his clothes
and bolt for the sun like a diamond.

He wants, I want.
Dear God, wouldn't it be
good enough to just drink cocoa?

I must get a new bird
and a new immortality box.
There is folly enough inside this one.
 Apr 2021 Theplishk
Grace E
Braille
 Apr 2021 Theplishk
Grace E
I traced the texture of your words
Like my heart was blind
And your voice was braille
 Apr 2021 Theplishk
ryn
Sway
 Apr 2021 Theplishk
ryn
A vessel

with no harbour...


Adrift with its anchor.

That had dangled and swayed,

almost mindless...


As if caught in an entrance -


in the spell
of persuasive currents.
 Apr 2021 Theplishk
ryn
Storm
 Apr 2021 Theplishk
ryn
Laid my feet in the dirt
when the monsoon came.

      Heavy pelts.
      Magnificent flashes.
      Angry skies.

It was a perfect storm.

Time to move
yet I can’t,
with these feet caked in mud.
 Apr 2021 Theplishk
ryn
Kaleidoscope
 Apr 2021 Theplishk
ryn
.
     Captured breaths
within the
       moments in time.

   Broken snapshots
              frozen almost...
  Solid yet fragile
        and so brittle.

         Fractured and frail
      but in many ways,

              perfect.

.

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