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 Mar 2013 Clarisa
REAL
This cold and warm feeling

                oh how you shivered


oh how you shivered

We
smiled
ever
so
big

With our legs landing heavily on the wet grass

With your hand
in
mine

oh how we disappeared
disappeared

in the cold warm night

where
love
wrapped
us
together
like
a

blanket...
I remember the days that we sped through
Where I bled for you
Where my tears were shed for you.
Do you.

In the nights where we lay
I never thought you would say
Goodbye to me
Did you lie to me
When you said to me
I love you?

Was it all in the mix
A double fix for you
To see you through
Or did me and you
Have something good?

Would you stay if I could
make it better than good
Or would you still go?
Tell me
I just want to know.

The sun will still shine
On you.
Be mine and
Divine it can be
If you'll stay with me.
Don't go and just so you know
I love you
Didn't say it too much
A little touch shy
Can't tell you why
It's the way that I am.
 Mar 2013 Clarisa
Terry Collett
You turn
and gaze down
at Ness
by the stream,

her back bent,
her arm pecking
at the canvas
like a hungry bird.

You remember one like her,
the long hair
down the back,
the eyes

a piercing blue,
the mouth sensual,
full of words.
She has that sensuality

you fear, mistrust and lack.
You let your eyes
move over
her figure

like a sculptor,
smoothing out,
feeling the rough
and smooth, sensing

the secret places
where darkness looms,
easing out sharpness
and unwanted pieces.
 Mar 2013 Clarisa
Robert Guerrero
There is a young man
No older than your son
Your brother
Your uncle
Your nephew
Or even you
He sitting on his knees
Whispering a prayer
To a god
And when he is done
He will lay in bed for the next three hours
And hope God will answer his prayer
He prayed for death to come
He prayed for his girlfriend
Of almost two years
To forget him and move on
For someone to be his voice
For someone that could have been there for him
To listen to is worries
But unfortunately before that prayer
Is even thought to be answered
He will have taken 36 of 20 different pills
Choked on the chemicals mixing
Suffer from his stomach eroding
Dying in agony
All because he felt like he was worthless
Like nobody bothered to get to know him
What a shame
See he was a poet
Had amazing artistic abilities
Listened to everybody else’s problems
Gave the best advice he could give
For years he tried to make everybody around him happy
And his last thought before he died
Was that somebody took the time to read this
Because it could save the life of somebody
That he didn't need to know
That he didn't have to love
But wanted to help anyway
Because he was your voice
When you couldn't find the words
He was your echo when somebody didn't listen
So I’m glad you took the time to read this
Because somewhere it just saved a life
Some o' that
Would look quite nice upon the walls within my flat.

With the mountains all around me
I sit in silence.
And I am free.

The valleys far below where I no longer go
Fade.
Underneath the overhanging rocks
I find the shade I need
Vestiges of a former greed.

I look towards and to the sky
A blue glass ceiling.
I wonder why it's so.
I think I'd like to go beyond and wander,yonder,far away.

Here up high there is no fear
Just solitude, which I have chosen.

One that came so long ago to play the game and could not know
The end was always near
Up high,there is no fear.

And my thought is nought against the mountain stone.
Alone,there is no fear.
But my mind would squander distant lands of which I've seen but few
Yet know the sky out there is also blue
And peopled just the same
As I, who came to play this game.
What difference then? I ask
That their task be so much greater than mine.
Another line within this platform game.

So mountains rise to poke fun at my skies
But then they crumble
Dusting off their dusty feet they also meet the man that dies
Alone and yet in company.
A stone in my eternity.

Some o' that
Would look quite nice upon the walls within my flat.
Wallpapered and looking clean
The astonishingly textural mountain scene.
Alas the pass which I went through is no longer there
So my vision of a loneliness,alone,
I cannot share.
I bear the cross and show the shame
A loser,loser in
The game.
I feel like a fetus,

unborn and cradled inside

the only world I know,

unaware that soon

I will have to leave

this form of innocence.

the purest moments

of a human life,

to be exposed

to everything

that will try to rob me

of my purity,

Do I have to leave,

Forever?
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