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ThonyRome May 2018
Allow them to bequeath
desires upon their earth.
Let them grow the heath
like an endless childbirth.
Let them have their order
Let them have their disorder.
I’ll not mind what is theirs
for as long as their affairs
are within territorial shares
ThonyRome May 2018
They are…..
my heralds of painful bliss.
my heroes of chaotic peace.
the venomous antidote, I breathe.
the spell of this poem, I weaved.

In them lies…..
my dreams of light in pitches of dark.
the keys of my black heart, I refused to hark.
the sweetest fragrance of life, I adorned.
my heart of leviathanistic wants, I scorned.

Theirs is….
the innocent flesh of imaginative crimes.
the smiles of pleasure in frowning times.
the angelic soul with devilish temptation.
the source of my mind’s willful confliction.

THEY ARE
THE EPITOME OF INNOCENCE

IN THEM LIES
THE HOPE TO KEEP MY RESILIENCE

THEIRS IS
THE LEVIATHAN OF MY CONSCIENCE
ThonyRome May 2018
My Heart and Soul

You know well,  she’ll be leaving.
Her love is not yours for keeping
Why do you still go on weeping?

I know for her, you do crave.
You are digging your own grave.
Why must become her slave?

She is your chambers’ music beat.
She is your passionate heat.
Why does it still hurt?

My Firefox

I know from the start
I’ll eventually fall apart
I know he has your heart

I can never keep you
You love him and he loves you
Know my heart will never forget you

I’m sorry, for you I fall.
I’m sorry, I love you my all
I’m sorry, I am such a fool.
ThonyRome Apr 2018
One hide things in the dark,
but in a single flick and spark,
the hidden shame will bark.
ThonyRome Apr 2018
It’s been eight years
my ship still lingers
at the dock of wanders.

Twenty years out to sea
they have trained me
a captain I’m yet to be.

Crews with their lips
would leave me tips
on how to sail ships.

However, their words
turned into discords
while I’m on the boards

What’s out there anyway?
A sea of naught miles away?
I am tired of this bay!

I’m still fearful of the deeps,
hopelessness still creeps,
through the cracks it seeps.

I’ll lift the anchors of agony,
towards the sea of antagony,
I’m the captain of my destiny.

To sea, my ship will ferry,
no longer it will be dreary,
this is my life to be, I’m merry.
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