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Hope —
It's like fire in the frozen days,
Water in the drought,
And joy in the brokenness
Of life —
A flower in the wind, has no control,
an arbitrary victim
without determined vision as it blows from side to side,
it has no views about the matter
when it sees its beauty shattered
into petals that are scattered far and wide
big rat, bigger cat
who eats
who runs

who makes the rules

big rat, bigger cat.

the rat has sharp teeth,
sits on a throne of broken bones,
stares through eyes of shattered glass,
no future
no past.

who s first,
who s last,

the rat's heart
loosely wrapped
barbed wire

who s first
who s fast

big rat, bigger cat

but King Rat has dreams,
wants a kingdom

an alley chat

the cat asks, meow?

snakes in the garden of eden?
wolves in suits?
crows on the telephone wire?

every throne
every king
a reckoning

alley chat, alley cat,
the cat gives, a wink.

deep and wide,
the cat smiles the gate,

"trust me."
It's easier for me
to capture the wind
in my palm than
to hear a kind word
from you--not even
in a century!
.....but the mind
    can be truly blind
    with too much reason
    meaning it fails to find
 Sep 3 Traveler
S R Mats
She kept her freak hidden
Well out of sight
In the back of her closet
And only let it out at night
To crawl up on her bed
And climb into her head
Then it would
See through her eyes
 Sep 3 Traveler
Hex
I knew you’d never cross my way,
yet hope deceived my heart each day.
My heart holds only your memories true,
my eyes just illusions, still painted of you,
a ghost of love that chose to stay.
 Sep 3 Traveler
Aditya Roy
It is cloudy outside
As if the rain
Stopped time
And the droplets marked the slow seconds

There's a calm hush
As if the rain
Has silenced the streets
And the droplets disturb just the leaves

The sun is asleep it seems
But once the rain stops
It will all be back to blue skies
And it will become clear outside
The sun sets on each day
And orange fire starts the next
And yet it seems like I am stuck
Continually vexed

Time marches on
I am left behind
Footprints in the snow
I am left to find

"Just a few days"
And how am I to say
That is months to me
And my nerves fray

Until you stand upon the threshold
And your hands caress my face
I will continue to outrun time
In this never ending race
Every day is longer than the next and tomorrow is outrunning me
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