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 Sep 2013 thinklef
Sarina
i. you took the clouds
and dyed them, used droplets of food coloring
so the sky would almost always
look like it was in mid-sunset, aching for the moon.


ii. tomato vines, tomato vines
tangled on you
and you are not even mine.


iii. songs that stopped being beautiful after you left me


iv. they named cottage cheese after the
first place we watched the food
network and
pretended to make a casserole for our family of six.
I foster demons
So if have any that scare you at night
wake you from dreams with a terrible fright
make themselves known at inopportune times
or force you to contemplate terrible crimes
bring them to me.
Tell me your tales about sad childhood days
regrets for things done in a teens drunken haze.
Name all the people who hurt and betrayed you,
sick evil ******* who laughed as they played you.
Recount the memories that cause so much pain
open your heart, let the bad feelings drain.
I foster demons
I'll welcome them into my soul, I will tame them
directing their rage into good, I will train them.
And when the times right and I know they are strong
I'll channel their anger to where it belongs.
You see-
I'm working on a hit list, it grows longer every day
and soon those demon makers are gonna have to pay
I foster demons
Bring them to me.
How is it

that
my heart

speaks your name

when my lips
cannot

for fear my tongue

betrays me

to other ears but mine own.


WHY.
Sometimes we need to let our hearts speak for us other times not. Based on a conversation with Sassybutsweet about her comments on my refuse to see poem
Be still this night my wing-ed friend
the day is yet a dream
and I with you will share my cup
my coffee and my cream

Be still this night my wing-ed friend
Sweet offspring of the moon
and I with you will share the stars
here captured in my spoon

Be still this night my wing-ed friend
fear not the coming Sun
and I with you will share my friend
as im in need of one

Be still this night my wing-ed friend
let fears soft roll by
and I with you will share the storms
that in my teacup lie

Be still this night my wing-ed friend
as dawn doth soft now breaks
and let us now each share this space
and sleep as day awakes
Sally A Bayan · Jul 7
COFFEE, THE MOTH AND ME....
My breath smells of coffee....
Several cups
I have finished already.
This is one of those nights,
When my thoughts I have yet
To turn into verses....
They are all too shy to come out,
Refusing still, to be revealed.
While I wait for the empty cups to be refilled,
A lonely moth circles the lamp and me.
On and on, I tap my pen on the table,
Til I've scribbled something on  paper.
Still, the moth goes round and round...
Circling my face, very near my mouth.
The light flickers as it wanders near.....
I wonder if it's the lamplight that calls
To the moth....
Or my breath that smells of coffee.......

Sally


Copyright 2013
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
 Sep 2013 thinklef
g clair
certain
 Sep 2013 thinklef
g clair
He takes her love to meet his need
this bachelor is a selfish breed
she'll tolerate his cruelty for affection;
She's walked on eggshells, feeling sad
and breaking down she sees her dad
but why the anger, why all the correction?

Locked inside her cloud of love
so aimlessly she'll float above
the memories- each time his rage exploded;
and never being good enough
perplexed at why he seems so gruff
when only yesterday he swooned and doted.

She, the ever-loving type
would jump to fix his every gripe
and dance around him while his heart was hurtin'
believing then, "it must be me"
the source of all his angst, you see
but now she knows the truth, of this she's certain.

Taking one last chance she'll try
to reach out to this troubled guy
and longing to become his heart's desire
staged to win his softer side
she'll do her best to smile and hide
the fear, this saintly dear, her heart's a liar.

Never will there ever be
a stable point where they are free
to be, although she'd hoped their love was certain;
the disapproval in his eyes
is something she should recognize
it's been disguised until the final curtain
 Sep 2013 thinklef
g clair
"Alright!", I said. " I'll write all night"
while clinging to my coffee cup
but sleep my body could not fight
convinced my mind to give it up.

and mind came back with one swell punch
these thoughts won't keep until the day
but slumber promised body lunch
Just put it down, and back away!

These thoughts which long for font and pen
are stronger than fatigue's attack
and rising up will win again
just offer *** a midnight snack.

but sleep and hunger spoke their mind,
to mind and body, we are friend
we're just as smart as we are kind
without us both would be your end!

So sleep I do, it beckons me
before the midnight toll is nigh'
and eat my veggies one two three
and mind and *** are feeling high!
 Sep 2013 thinklef
g clair
when dealing with outside assistance
it is important to first determine
expected outcomes and fees,
and this ought to be done
before commencement
of said work order,
otherwise both
parties may
wind up
sorry,
no?
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