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Sunlight seeping,
Nobody creeping.
Death fleeing,
Eternity seeking.

Night dying,
Angels flying,
No more crying,
Only trying.

Graves uprooted,
Souls resurrected.
Love is diluted,
All are affected.

Life is through dreams,
Feelings are precious.
All the same teams,
No games are ended.

Smiles are normal,
Crying is lost.
Tears only fall,
When all pain is gone.

Appearance is nothing,
Words are priceless.
Everyone’s blushing,
Regardless of likeness.

Hearts are revealed,
Joy is discovered.
Hate is now sealed,
Love is recovered.

Peace is ever-present,
Wars have deceased.
No fights to prevent,
Loss is decreased.

Time has lost control,
Clocks are disposed.
Reaching for goals,
Lengths aren’t proposed.
Can a vision change the world?
Carving stones below
Where tears go
Cherish anything
But a spring
Calm and dead
Anything but a flow
Tears follow
All is said
These flakes that fall - ever so effortlessly,
They bathe my mind with their peace and liberty - tranquility.
They have no rule and yet no precedence found
No law circumscribed - falling flawlessly upon the ground.
They cover the wildest desires of the woods and caves,
Turning these savages into bitterly cold slaves.
Snowflakes times billions, to and fro they blow,
Making fresh and clean of all they forego.
Hidden within the silence - a gentle song they bring.
Listen, listen can you not hear them sing?
They recover every note and they give their best,
Laughter, loving, so cold yet only the warmest expressed.
Beckoning me to play along so they can be obeyed,
I place one keyboard on the handrail I made,
Turn it on and listen intently to what they create.
Yearning to learn from my new classmate,
Random bolts at first with no formal design,
But somehow begging for me to join.
With another keyboard I listen and strain,
Allowing the snowflakes to quietly reign.
I close my eyes and touch the keys with their wise delight,
Saw searing sounds, honest and right.
In contemplation I feel their deepest of scars,
As they cover the memory of all the civil wars.
They moderate the worst of men, now disqualified,
Inclined in the balance taking them to the better side.
With calmness my fingers manage it well,
And my hands find no occasion to rebel.
Listen, listen can you hear the love as it leans,
Be careful Devil, the flakes will erase all your means.
Softly covering all those ill desires,
The good old cause revived, this their plot requires.
Darkness turns to a powdery white erasing all of everything,
Raising up the common-wealth, covering the evil kings.
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My rendition of what it sounds like snowing. I call it "Reflection"..
You are weak, you don't know how to love. I know this to be true because you were able to sit across from me at the coffee shop after trying to steal a kiss from my lips and then tell me that you loved her. I laughed. If that's love then I want no part in it. I looked you up and down and asked myself what I saw in you for so long. I thought of our relationship and my head began to swirl with the messages you would send . . . to girls that weren't me. So I asked you. "When did I become not enough for you?" You blinked and glanced down, unable to meet my eyes. "Taylor, you became too much."

You're **** right I did. Any girl who has self-respect, ideas in her head and love for herself becomes too much for you. You like easy, I will no longer shrink myself to fit into the mold you lay out. Poor you. Poor her.
Get me to be
a soul liberated
from every
attachment
it could be.

I want to want
nothing from anywhere
not want to get
tempted
by things unnecessary
get myself bound to
what will be my
downfall

The soul needs nothing
it is to be free
but my own flaws
have made it
not so
that it could go
as it pleases

What is that one really needs
with no one else be depleted
all the seed, sign of lives
but with greed
everything dies

Devoid of true knowledge
what is I seek
I see myself so very weak
my vision so blinded
my eyes itself closes
that I cannot see

the lies will bite
the anger will burn
my own journey
with karma
it will come back on me
I wait
as I expect them
coming to me

My sins who will wash for me?

my thoughts
why they never sided me
they followed the down path
got me to fuss on things
over all the nothings
never mattered to me

the body detoriates
every day, every second passes

My mind forget
what it remembers
I speak no tales, but riddles
what sense
I try to formulate

This time who will be
the one to get it to decode
the mysteries
the real truths
which could liberate
but to think deeper
what really is
the answer lies very deep within
much closer than
who you are actually really.
Look into that cold dismissive stare
Ribbons of past lives are lying there
Jade green eyes of mirrored mystery
Roll back the tumbling years of history
~
This perfumed fur you understand
Once lay beneath Cleopatra’s hand
Emeralds about my neck were hung
In happy days when I was young
~
A ships cat where I earned my bread
Stalking the vermin as they fled
Just to catch and not to eat
I laid them at my captain’s feet
~
The cottage where my mistress dwells
Dispelling curses, cackling spells
Across the starry heavens wide
We take a besom broomstick ride
~
You cared for me through my kitten days
And you worry so when I go astray
But when the full moon’s shining bright
I'm but a creature of the night.
I watched as she,
us cut from the same cloth,
stared into a diamond martini glass.
The leather on her shoes
haven’t seen the sand filled with red ants for years.

Drip, drip, drip
The last drops sacrificed onto
her olive chiffon skirt.
They seeped through the layers and
were the only ones who have done it in years.

The winos and banshees beside her, mesmerized at the box with moving pictures.
USA In Shambles
They can’t turn away.
They don’t even notice Miss USA
beside them in her own ruins.

I was supposed to be gone and away.
Life turned to dust, travelling with the wind.
Instead, the dust left traces in the martini glass
leaving chaos in its wake.
 Jan 2018 Ivan Brooks Sr
LNMVDS
I’d travel for miles,
You might wait around.
I’d lay down my life,
You might watch me drown.
I’d bare my soul and open my chest.
You’d most likely laugh or smile, at best.
I’d be there in an instant,
You might show up late.
I’d place you first,
You might save the date.
I’d give you the stars and all that comes with.
You’ve been promised before so you won’t hold your breath.
Who ruined you?
Why can’t you show love?
Why do I try when
I’m never enough.
I’d be loyal to you and I’d never stray,
So why can’t you just meet me halfway.
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