Adam Latham

Adam Latham Jul 2018

There is a place I long to be
Set in a tranquil turquoise sea,
Where frothing waves lap on a shore
Of pure white sand and shells galore.

A villa steeped in old world charm
Peeks out behind a lush green palm
And invites all to come and view
A beachfront joy of endless blue.

And basking in clear cloudless skies
You claim a bliss filled, sun kissed prize
Of golden skin and drinks on ice,
The calling card of paradise.

Jun 2018

Laura Duran

And So I Write

He loves me, he loves me not
We're meant to be, or so I thought
My heart is broken, the pain is real
I long for peace, from all I feel

I fake a smile, so no one knows
I mimic strength, lest weakness shows
I refuse surrender, I stand and fight
I must succeed, and so I write

The ink it flows, pours from my pen
It heals my heart, and I can breathe again

Minutes into hours, hours into days
The love I held so tightly, starts to fade away
The pain begins to lessen, the tears no longer fall
Seemed misery was forever but it's not that way at all

Those nights you haunt my dreams
Are now few and far between
When memories overtake me, I know I'll be alright
I know now what to do....and so I write

The ink it flows, pours from my pen
It heals my heart and I can breathe again
Yes, I can breathe again.

Jun 2018

Heather Anderson

The Bookmark

I'm just a bookmark
In the story of your life.
One that you won't necessarily forget,
But one that will end up getting lost on the pavement and trampled.
I'm not even a chapter in your life.
I'm not a part of your story at all.
I'm just merely
a bookmark.

#thoughts #life #you #alone #sadness #depression #love #hurt

Adam Latham Jun 2018

I Love You More Than Yesterday

Each morning when I wake up to
Sweet wonderful and perfect you,
I kiss you on the lips and say
"I love you more than yesterday."

And as you look back with those eyes
That marry sleep with mild surprise,
You gently smile and say my name
To let me know you feel the same.

Adam Latham Jun 2018

The Gown Of Spring

The frosted cloak of winter’s chill
Is now retreating over hill,
And through the valley and the town
Enrobed in springtime’s golden gown.

The rolling pasture once unseen
By snow is now a verdant green
With yellow flecks to make you smile
Of primrose blooms and chamomile.

And cottage gardens too delight
With sprightly sparrows taking flight
From overhanging, untrimmed thatch
And nests where eggs await to hatch.

And all around the air’s alive
With scents and insects from their hive
That perch on flowers not their best,
Still drowsy from a well earned rest.

Adam Latham Apr 2018

Hole

I thought at first it was a dream,
A figment of a hope starved mind,
When through the darkness scythed a beam
And with it voices warm and kind.

A narrow band of pure white light
Shone down upon my squinting soul,
Illuminating left and right
The human squalor of the hole.

I felt my heart leap in my chest,
A flood of tears streamed down my face,
Too many days I’d been a guest
Trapped in this god forsaken place.

With heavy legs I tried to stand,
My half clothed body stained with blood,
But failing strength forced me to land
Head first into the thick black mud.

I crawled on all fours screaming shrill,
My hellish ordeal almost done,
Please do not end this rescue till
You find my boy, my captor’s son.