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 Dec 2016 AD Snail
cleo
Our STORY
 Dec 2016 AD Snail
cleo
The stories that we know,
The love that grows,
The concern that we show,
The care that glow,
The stories that start with "Hello",
And ends with the word NO.

The heart  that becomes stone,
Our good memories you were thrown,
Our pictures on my phone,
You leave me alone,
You treat me as unknown.

I guess I can't erase them,
I can't throw them,
I can't forget them,
The stories that we wrote using this pen.

Our long time,
You call anytime,
Calling me "MINE",
The house that we design,
Our story with rhyme,
You put some hymn.

Looking around the street,
whenever I passed this street,
Our memories repeat,
And it keeps floating in my head I can't delete,
The place we first meet,
The place you show that love is sweet,
The things that you told me to keep,
And wait cause you'll going to complete it,

You're eyes that cold as ice,
Your face that easy to memorize,
Your attitude is nice,
You think wise,
You occupy my life,
You like pies,
You love skies,
I remember how you cries,
Our relationship that like paradise,
And ends with goodbyes.
#its for my friend. <3 here it is..  :)   #Your story # Love story
We can never go back,
but we can go on!

By Lady R.F ©2016
With your bottom resting on me
you roam the world of poetry
display spectrum of your poetic mood
ever bothered about this piece of wood?

I hold your frame over day and night
weight of your spirit soaring to height
your struggle to find in all only good
ever bothered about this piece of wood?

I rest your arms on my armrest
for your comfort I do my best
see you don't fall when in deep brood
ever bothered about this piece of wood?

For years my touch has kept you at peace
carried you safe seated with ease
when empty yawns the space I stood
is it then you would realize worth of my wood?
from my companion chair
30/10/2015
 Sep 2016 AD Snail
Sjr1000
I don't know what I'm doing
I don't know what I'm feeling
I don't know where I'm going
I don't know who I'm being
I'm overwhelmed,
frustrated,
I can't cope

These are the slogans
I repeat to myself
Over and over again

Oh yeah

I'm a failure too
I've lived this life
What did I do?
What do I have to
show for it?

These facts about myself
are the one thing
I'm very positive about.

I repeat these slogans
day in and day out
always wondering
what I'm so
depressed about

I bury my head in these sands

Suffocating
Smothering
choking on anxiety
in my own
advertising slogans
on my private airwaves

To complicate
matters
worse
just because we think something
doesn't make it true
that goes for
self worth too.

But

Mindfulness
stands
watching the passing cars
from a freeway overpass
like our racing thoughts
not holding on
not making them go away,
in peace
simply
letting them
be.
States of mind are transitory, come and go.
Why must we attempt the interpretation of another's song , our minds are filled with unique music if we would just let go , let the heart play along , let the soul solo , let harmony free fall* ...
Copyright September 22 , 2016 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
 Sep 2016 AD Snail
Traveler
I am not real
I am only an illusion
Perhaps that's confusion

Imagine such a dilemma
All the Time believing
Yet a thought can be deceiving

Existence is subjective
This ink that you see
Isn't really me

So why be concerned
No need to discern  
Give no thought to agree...

This really isn't me.
Traveler Tim 4-19
 Sep 2016 AD Snail
Timothy Ward
a beautiful child
beaten
grows up
a broken adult
looking for love
in all
the wrong places
still scared
still shaking
ceaselessly filling
an empty
void
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