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 Apr 2015 B Young
Awesome Annie
I feel my clothes catch on jagged rocks, but I mustn't slow my pace. Hands from limbs of unseen trees, slap me in the face.

Exhausted and worn I carry on, boots kick up dirt and mud. Thirsty lips that long for dreams, onward must I trudge.

I have hope tucked in my pocket, and luck strapped to my back. I'm bent yet never broken, no time to count the things I lack.

Monstrous rocks that block my way, they will move to my command. I'm pure strength and determination, in this shell they call a man.
 Apr 2015 B Young
Awesome Annie
I captured a part of him in poetry, put it down to hold against time. Praying with a small part of me, that through art he would always be mine.

Words that pour through ink inspired, he must be a muse. The outcome is always fates desire, because they never let me choose.

For fear of memories of him fading, I scribbled them down with pen. Not knowing where this journey is headed, only where it did begin.

I can place a finger to hold a page, and remember him through verse. Every emotion scribbled down, will he be a saviour or a curse?

My lips could never form the words, to capture what it is I feel. He must be meant for Poetry, so my heart would know it's real.
 Apr 2015 B Young
Awesome Annie
He is like the moon I think, while he's fast asleep. Wondering what he's dreaming of, and if he's mine to keep.

I could be his sun, wash away skies of painted grey. Brighten up his essence, if he'd only let me stay.

Counting stars is endless, it goes on into infinite space. When I close my eyes at night, I hope to see his face.

Today I looked for patterns in the clouds, but thoughts of him wouldn't flee. Images form from a far, is he my destiny?

The sun and moon search the skies, for something they had missed.
Turn your face towards that place, where hearts begin eclipse.
 Apr 2015 B Young
jeffrey robin
( yes she was ! )

•••                    

But ( you know )

After a while !!!!

//

I mean

We are both kinda depressive types

We never really talked much beyond the

I LOVE YA BABY !
game

and  .....

Well

Seein each other

Seein each other's pain

Was hard



I thought for a while

Maybe we should REALLY love

One another

( or at least try ! )

But

**** IT !

WHY BOTHER

//

There are a lotta other babes

Roaming the corridors

///

A lotta good lays

//

We are ALL dyin

( you know ? )

Who am I to play god ?

//

Well

I'm too depressed from sayin this

To go on

( kinda ashamed )

But that's the way it is round here

••

Maybe later I write a poem

And say she betrayed me

//

You know

Get back my self - esteem ?

( though I don't got any self esteem

To get back ! )

//
//

Oh look !

A lost and frightened girl !

HERE I COME !
 Apr 2015 B Young
jeffrey robin
Dyin soft and slowly
while the ladies sing

//// • ||
<>

                                             they sing for the gold

//                                      

When she told me she loved me
I laughed in her face

( The lyin ***** song
Her lyin ***** song )

///

When she crawled from the gutter
Of her tainted lovers

And muttered
MY GOD THEY'RE  GONE !

//

some lie with their poems
some lie with their songs

//

The soldiers just die in the bitter moonlight

Lost and alone

------

soldier boy

dyin ugly and hard
while the ladies sing

//// • ||
<>

                                    they get paid when he sells his soul

••
••

Drunken interlude

Life within

The entering and the existing

The cabaret

Of ***** - like children

And Paedophilic Holy Men

like it's all a game

Only a game

//

soldier boy

Be true be true

There is long road

Don't go on

All these poet girls (?)
Know

They lie with their poems
The lie with their songs

If YE believe in their love

You'll be dead ere long

Somethin is happening

And it's all wrong

Somethin........ (?)

And it's all wrong
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