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 Mar 2013 Angelique
Simon Wick
One cold morning While I walked down a road,
My head hanging sad, thinking I was alone.
I found an old man who sat on the side,
He shouted at me "Come, boy, let me give you a ride!"

I looked at him odd, shout "You foolish old man!
You have no car, are you barking mad?"
He laughed right back, replied "I may be a fool!
But because I know that, I'm wiser than you!"

I turned to confusion, and nearby took a seat.
Wondering what a man I happened to meet.
"How can you be wise, yet know you're a fool?"
"Because I've already learned from the same mistake as you.

You left with your head high, walking all alone,
yet never did you figure out where you were to go.
I made the same mistake when I was young.
I wish it was a song unsung.

I was confused, I knew not what I wanted.
I was making mistakes, for my heart was haunted.
With indecision, it'd shake and shiver.
And would always change the decisions delivered.

I made great mistakes, I payed for these crimes
I made the excuse, I was going through tough times.
It's just a rough patch, I'll change when things look up,
but they never would until I would grow up.

As I speak to you, I ask you don't ruin your life.
Stay away from a drug, delivered by a knife."
My heart just stopped, how could he know?
I always wore a shirt so the marks would not show.

He leaned in close, and whispered in my ear.
"No matter where you go, I will be near.
Things will get better when your ready to change
when you give up pain, and surrender your rage.

There are better ways to get a rush,
like winning a race, and falling in love.
just walk with a smile, know an angel's out there.
with her beautiful face, you'll find her somewhere.

Know you can get a job, and you can be happy.
I swear it is true, you can trust me.
you can be a success, you can be a star
you can be whatever you want, whoever you are.

But now I must leave, it's time for my depart.
Remember me always, there in your heart."

I fell to my knees, "I'm sorry for my sins!"
He looked down to me, and asked "What sins?"
I told him everything, of the knife against skin
I told him how I was in love with adrenaline.

He looked down to me, and gave me a laugh.
"That is not love, for love will always last.
No love is a sin, what you have is lust.
But breaking these urges will be a must.

I know who you are, and I know how you feel,
you think this will be forever, but your fate is not sealed.
You have reached your destination, I gave you a ride.
I'll allow you calling me a fool, this once to slide.

Promise me one thing, you will change your life.
So I will not live, addicted to the knife."
I felt tears down my face, I woke in a cold sweat.
I finally understood the man I had met.

I was so very happy, I nearly cried.
I knew that some day, I could stand with pride.
I had finally found, what I needed was help.
For the man that I met, was my inner self.

I talked with a stranger, and we spoke for so long
I learned everything, and my depression was gone.
I walked hundreds of miles, alone with my thoughts.
And I saved myself, from all of my doubts.

And now I go to sleep, curled up in bed.
I see my sharpest knife, no longer a threat
I smile to myself, knowing where I must go.
and knowing I'll never, again be alone.
 Mar 2013 Angelique
Antelope
Her hair smelled of the sweetest fruit and fell on snow white skin
Her lips he wanted to devour, they were so soft and thin
He gazed into her eyes so blue; like deep caves of sapphire
And saw her soul so pure and true, dancing deep inside her
She gave a coy smile, his heart skipped, a beat never returned
She felt his joy envelop her, and of his love she learned.
She threw her arms around his head and laughed a seraph's song
She gazed intensely through his soul and then their loves were one.
 Mar 2013 Angelique
Jess Rose
~“I’m haunted, I don’t find the poetry,
It finds me”
~Li-Young Lee

I knew then, what to call it
Walking, head down
And smoking
I could feel The Following
Pressing those points
Of bone and sinew in my back
Then slowly sliding inside my mouth
And I would be chewing it
This ghost
Turning it over with my tongue

At night
My pillow writhes with small demons
These small thoughts
With words on pitchforks
Happenstance bonfires burning
Turning
And I roll my lids over them
And observe them with closed eyes

Tonight,
I sit here, paused for him,
And wait….
And wait…..
For his familiar head to gust
Through my bedroom door
 Mar 2013 Angelique
Ben
i refuse to sleep because
losing my mind
is better than seeing him in
my dreams
and the way you whisper
his name
will forever haunt me
lie to my face
and **** me slowly
 Mar 2013 Angelique
Tom McCone
I'm sorry,
I don't remember your favourite colour.

I know I asked and,
I know you told me and,
  I know I forgot, almost instantaneously;
I'm sure you'd shrug it off,
say it's no big deal,
and, I suppose I might agree,
but
I'd hope that you'd find it meaningful,
that you'd changed mine.

for now, its:

the intervallic hues
of your delicately feathered iris,
blanketed
under starlit night skies,
glittering
by the sodium haze
  of cityscape lights,
and how transient happiness
set the soft outline of your cheek
  ablaze.

your freckles laid out,
like maps of constellations;
  distant pinpoints, strung up on high,
   ages old,
just waiting to fall, at a moment's notice.

the palette of the sweetness of your skin,
made brushstrokes, weaving into my dreams,
  becoming masterpieces, as
literature
rolls
  from your lips
    in dry-ice cloud
  sepia tones,
washing out black and white photographs
I'd hung up,
  in homemade picture frames,
throughout the corridors of my chest.

so,
I'm not sorry for that.

but,
I am sorry if I ever hurt you,
{I don't think I did}
I'm sorry if I'm an *******,
{though I seem to be the only one to think this}

and,
I'm sorry...

I'm sorry if I love you.
 Mar 2013 Angelique
Micheal Wolf
Old age arrives
We notice its signs
The insanitary odours
The squeeks the creaks
The inappropriate hairs
That grow from ears
The time it takes
To do simple things
The less to say
As the mind decays
Make your time with them
All it can be
For someday soon
It will be you and me
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