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soulsurvivor
(C) 9/5/2015
For those who need hope
in people
in the world

in
LIFE
Mad Mark fancied
Maddie was in love with him
though he had seen her in the park
with Parker madly kissing her
saw her giggling
when Job jabbed her ribs
found her in tight embrace
of Mr. M. Brace
and saw the Schneider's butler
pinching her ****
and once chanced upon her legs sticking out
from a bush in Mr. Bush's villa.

Mad Mark was still not deterred
from fancying
Maddie was in love with him.
 Aug 2015 Adam Childs
Asim Javid
she was a marionette of the echoes
of her past
corrupting her present.
She was fluctuating betwixt
the anguish of the antecedent and
invariable  sanctity.
She was apostle of the present
but
She worshipped her past
 Aug 2015 Adam Childs
Poetic T
It was that moment when I slept
Upon the darkness and dream,
Night
Light
Ward
Them away keep me safe, I would
Say this every night,
I would speak these words everyday.
For the words not spoken
The words speak unchecked in the darkness

"Child sleep well,
"Child dream silent,
"Never to awaken again,

Suffocated in the night,
I was only seven years old,
Then I rolled and my night light caught
Upon the shadows feeding on the walls
I breathed I inhaled light that night.
Never again would my sleep slumber in
Nightfall,
Darkness,
Twilight
Was their time to plunder upon the unsuspecting
For with eyes sealed to that which
Festers in the shadow.
I lie in the tomb of obscurity,
Lighting the beacon that my dreams search for,
Voices still speak in those moments between
Light
Darkness
Obscurity

"No longer child,
"No longer innocent,
"We will consume you upon lights fall,

I sleep in darkness but every night their voices
Pierced into my subconscious

"Light is life,
"Darkness is death,
"Never shall I ever awake,

I revise this with every night fall,
They may try to feast on my fears in those
Moments of twilight.
But I will always sleep restless motions,
Always  will  I slumber safe in the light.
as i drew the curtains
felt a crawl on my hand
that fell on the bed as i ******.

then saw the other of the pair.

i shoved the duo out of the bed
hoping they won't land so far
as to not find again one another.

past my initial reaction
i felt ashamed of the stupid act
and remorse,

for having wasted the time
it took them to be close.
Baggage within
      trappings of illusions,
love packed away
  in neat little compartments
gathering cobwebs at
     makeshift improvisations,
dusting intermittently
      if by chance a light
           should shine,
never wholly untangling
    the snare
mid a labyrinth of
      transparent entrapment,  
as violin strings continue
      to unlatch the same old key
 Aug 2015 Adam Childs
Poetic T
Lifeless husk of ink, never given the
Want needed. Depleted of thought,
Cadence forced upon a baited white.

Weary of words, alas oblivion awaits
As your light flickers in stagnation.
Rigor mortis lifeless words inked.
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