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 Jul 20 Traveler
Yuzuko
Please don't lie
or you will hold it until you die
so don't burden yourlself with this task
because that is a dangerous cursed mask
 Jul 19 Traveler
1DNA
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Let me be your dark,
Your silent black knight.
Sleep, my baby moon,
Huddle in my night.

I'll wrap you around with stars
And every light I find.
Shine all you want —
Even if I fall blind.

I'll watch you from the heavens,
So as to not stain you.
I'll weep in gentle streams,
And bathe you anew.

I'll burn in the sun,
If it'll make you glow.
For your white angel,
I'll be your foe.

And when your eyes are closed,
And your body is sore,
I’ll rise with the ashes
From the red below.

~
I'm not really a person to easily fall in love.

So, if I do fall in love,
This is dedicated to my unknown special someone.
The stars giggle
Drunk on the dust
In the Milky Way
They tip over
Turning a fall into a dip
When I squint
I see you just like this
Dancing at the end of a stick

I would like to say
I wake up in the morning
Refreshed and ready
But I just squint through the light
Pouring through my window
Trying harder and harder to see you
As you disappear
Lawrence Hall
Mhall46184@aol.com
Dispatches for the Colonial Office

                                       Death Falls Apart in White

Snow does not fall in July, and yet there is white
White falling like snowflakes or flower petals
White scatterings across the summer lawn
Ghostly among the leafy sheltering oaks

The hawks are back

An egret about her business of bugs and snakes
Sudden violence high up in the gentle air
Flesh and life claw-ripped, torn, and devoured
Unheard below, only feathers falling as death

The hawks are back

This artificial paradise of feeders and seeders
And flower-bordered lawn is a scape of death
From which the gentle rabbits, birds, and squirrels
Withdraw in silent fear

The hawks are back
Predatory wildfowl
The fear evaporated
I became articulate,
apparently very, very funny.
A BMW Master Tech, making money.
The altitude and latitude of youth
made me feel free.

I drank & then became drunk.
Now at Tarzana Treatment,
in a top bunk.

Departure: self-help books
still I could not refrain.
Arrival: psychiatric help
I couldn’t abstain.

What once felt like comfort
turned turbulent, then insane.

I tried to diagnose
what I could not escape.
Alcohol always there,
waiting to ******,
wearing its cape.

Until I boarded Flight A.A.,
buckled up
bought a one way
to soberly fly away.
Please check out my other poems like:
Masquerade, Michael El Nopal, The Love Flower, Burja Francia, Suicide King, Pillow Talk, Current,Butterfly, Mockingbird, Faded Into Vanity
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