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 Apr 2015 Word Therapy
ShamusDeyo
She Paced in the night
Her Mirad Jewels
Dancing in the Moonlight
With each silent Step

Gold Flecks in Cats Eyes
Adorned in Opals
The Royal Beast Arises
Playing the Pets Part

Jungle Beast at Heart
She walks the edge
Prowling her eyes Dart
Searching for prey

Later Content within
Bones Discarded
As Blood drips
From her Chin

She Mingles Among
The other Guests
Emerald Jewels
Upon her *******

Mesmerizing her Prey
As they Herd like Victims
Safety in Numbers
Until she Hunts Another Day


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 Apr 2015 Word Therapy
Matt
This Is Your Captain Speaking
So stop whatever you are doing
And pay atttention

First of all I see from our instruments
That we have a couple of hitchhikers on board our ship
Hello wherever you are

I just want to make it totally clear
That you are not at all welcome

I worked hard to get where I am today
And I didn't become the captain of a Vogon ship
Simply to turn it into a taxi service
For a lot of degenerate freeloaders
you burnt like a star
and you touched the lives of everyone around you
the tendrils of your flames and your fire, extending and overwhelming;
but i suppose radiant
things are not meant to last long
 Apr 2015 Word Therapy
Lexi
10 months
43 and a half weeks
305 days
7,320 hours
439,200 minutes
26,352,000 seconds

I've been sleeping in your shirts for 10 months
I've spent 43 and a half weeks missing your touch
I've visited your grave 305 days straight
I've played your last voicemail 7,320 times
I've survived 439,200 minutes without you
And I can remember all 26,352,000 seconds since you left
 Apr 2015 Word Therapy
Shylah S
Out of boredom,
I open up an old novel I was writing at the age of 13.

I remember thinking I was a brilliant writer,
This book is publishing material.

I read it today and
Cringe
At
Every
Word.

Filled with teenage angst, raging hormones and everything in between.

Why did I think this passed,
For writing?!

Well at least I improved.
But I don't like the fact that,
In few years,
I will cringe at writing I did today.

Hell,
I was reading a poem I wrote last year,
It became trending,
And I think "how?"
Is this even worthy for a like?

Well, I can say I grew.
I wish it was a paper manuscript so I can burn it :P
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