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 Aug 2018
Micrography-Mike D
I’m a soldier
in a war
sold to the highest bidder
Biding my time
getting high
but not getting
anything out of
life

A lifer
a loser
lost his way
was on his way
on a journey
was earning
a living
was living
a life
in spite of
spitting in the face
of all I was faced with
Couldn’t face up
to the need
I was feeding
A hole
from which
my soul
was bleeding
Unknown reason
harboring this treason
give it time
it will season
Belief system
the Devil
finds pleasing

No matter
how much I tried
and from everyone hide,
including myself,
what was
deep inside
If I went
and made
an attempt
a fool I'd be,
wasted time spent
A lament
at controlling
the tide
And each day
from the next
more and more
of me died

There was a time
when all my efforts
went unheeded
and instead
succeeded
But these courtships
did not breed
or plant the seed
Instead was seething
to be
leaving
Escaping from me
with each breath
I’m breathing

A horrible time
indeed
Unfamiliar,
making me ill
Not having free will
Undeserving
and not for me
to get
Must get angry
and upset
Breaking steps
So many
missteps
I’m falling
more than I’m standing

Steps I’ve climbed
mostly blind
by my blindfold
Its knots
I bind
the moment
I ‘rise-and-shine’
so that
in time
when rising
like yeast,
the hiding
inner self
self-defeats

Every hand folding
as I’m
raising the bets,
doesn't make sense
From where
did I get
this invisible pet
Originally set
and previously molded
in the early stages
of the morning
in a story
that’s boring
and been told
time and time again
with
lost love ones
and friends

A friendly reminder
that a
“stitch-in-time”
is not
a time saver
if the referenced ‘stitch’
relied upon
was built upon
lies
Consumed
from others
that we
self tie
but mostly
force fed
by the very hand
controlled
by my head

It’s a numbing thought;
reasons sought
Elusive?
‘yes’
but pieces
caught
My peace disturbed
by actions
brought
from a desire
to numb
so that these thoughts
will be
forgotten

Decayed
and rotten
left for days
in a
wrought iron cage
Anyone
with sage
too afraid
to consume
but 'In-Doom'
I trust
and with full ******
my smile
displayed;
Forward I go
for sins
I pay
and lie within
this bed
I've made

Not night;
thick of day
No difference displayed
Skewed indifference
to the
different
paths
that have been
laid
like the path
of destruction
from this day
back
in my wake
Bindings
can't brake
A life's mistake
Lay me down
my soul
to take
Lying in state,
a viewing,
my wake
My mind
now awake
-
Cruelty's laugh
makes me
an ***
A crass reminder
of a life
that's past
Written: July 14, 2018

All rights reserved.
 Jul 2016
Daniel Regan
Babe i miss you. Like the night misses the day, like a swing misses its sway, like a flower needs the suns rays. I miss you babe, and I'm not afraid to say, that my head is finally straight. And I'm sorry i made you wait, but i know its only fate, that we be together once more. And i know we're both sore, from the games we both have played. But Im done trying to ignore what is now behind closed doors. But Im finally awake, and I've taken too much time, and i think its time we find, that fire that was once mine and yours, yours and thees, we need not be, apart for you see, me and you, you and me, we are simply meant to be. Free to be, you and me, together and once again we. Can't you see? Im putting it all on my sleeves. No smoke, no mirrors. Just me being real, telling you how i feel. Hoping that you'll take me back. Back into your life, back into your arms, back into your trust. Im trying not to rush, but enough is enough. Im tired of staying hushed. I just want to scream, scream until my lungs bust...!!!!I MISS YOU!!!!...but i know its not enough. Because I've been to rough with your heart, and your heard may be too tough for all my words to penetrate. And i know Im saying this late, but Im going to say this...I miss your simply bliss, and I wish with all my heart, that you hear my plea and find your way, find your way back to me. I Miss you Babe.
 Jul 2016
FallenAngel93
I'm not sure where to start,
I don't know how to begin,
I guess I'll start with i miss you,
Cause that's what I'm feeling within,

I miss you like a cloud with no sun in the sky,
It has nothing to look up to and so it cries,
Crying raindrops fall onto the ground,
To just fade to nothing, nowhere to be found,

I miss you like a tree with no leave,
Nothing to move and drift in the breeze,
Leave scattered and sodden,
Walked upon, a broke soul down trodden,

I miss you like a mouth with no tongue,
It cannot speak, all these words left unsung,
They just hang in the moment, caught up in the mind,
Words left unspoken and all left behind,

I miss you like friends all alone,
Each missing each other, calling them on the phone,
It's like no ones answering your endless calls,
Pleas echoing along deserted halls,

I miss you like a lover torn away,
From the one she cares for and thinks of each day,
When she reaches for his hand, and when she reaches for his kiss,
And theres nothing there, only memories of this,

I miss you as a lover,
I miss you as a friend,
I miss your words,
Of how we wouldn't end,

I miss you as a tree,
And i miss you as a cloud,
I miss you with every tears i cry,
Each tear shows I'm not proud,

I miss you as i fall apart,
And i reach out for you touch,
And then i remember you're not there,
God i miss you babe, so much
 Mar 2016
Olivia Kent
I met you making movies.
We made them on the sand.
Drama and artistry moulded wonderfully 'tween our hands.
We cast out ropes to catch sweethearts.
Making movies.
Raptures art.
Throw roses round the fireplace.
Dress the mantle with perfect lace.
Captured cherries.
Fed with grapes and wine.
Love may be mine.
I shall not whinge nor ever whine.
(c)LIVVI
 Jan 2016
Francie Lynch
Next to a mother,
Near a father,
Beside and behind
Every parent,
There's a teacher.
 Oct 2015
Richard j Heby
Take my hand, my stupid jokes, and mix in
your unfettered passion, which hastens me,
raging and ready to kiss. Time like a thin
sea, is running to the cold ocean, free

of premonition, heavy with waiting
an extra second, to think over my
attitude and confidence. Then, kissing
and forgetting any thing or thought more.

Go with me in the black canoe. We won’t
drown, but we might fall, because the ocean—
your ocean, is not made of water. Loaned
sorrows are due soon, so cut commotion

in half and use one part to love me when
it hurts, and the other to hate me again.
 Oct 2015
Marian
Oh Happy Birthday, my beautiful friend
And I am very sorry this is late
My happy wishes to you I do send
And I repeat: I'm sorry this is late
Happy Birthday to one sweet Poetess
Who is named beautifully Natasha
Happy Birthday again, my Poetess
And if you don't mind I'll call you Tasha
As you can see my Poetess is sweet
Because she's my beautiful Fairy Friend
And I love more than the birds that tweet
Because she's my beautiful Fairy Friend
Oh I hope you do like this humble gift
Now we'll on our silk wings fly very swift

~Marian~
Happy Belated Birthday, Natasha!!! :) Sorry this couldn't be more!!!! :( Love you, Tasha!!! :) ~<3 We'll always be Fairy Friends!!! :) YAY!!! :D ~<3
© Marian All Rights Reserved
 Oct 2015
Oxytocin
Ambitious and cheerful
She smiles
And fills our days
With giggles
And contagious laughter

But as you look into her eyes
Her beautiful brown eyes
empty
A bird stripped from its wings
Yearning to be free
Free from all the sorrows
Sorrows of today
And maybe of tomorrow

She's a warrior
Who never gives up
A sonnet
Beautiful and graceful
A diamond in the rough
Waiting for the perfect time to shine

She's my inspiration
My reason to look forward to the day
My partner in crime
My **best friend
I love you H ❤
 Oct 2015
drumhound
She draws Crayola green meadows
in which she frolics and laughs
snuggling up to her
imaginary daddy whom she colors
in unstraight multi-hued stripes
accessorized by a large
unselfish heart in brick red
proudly erupting from his chest.
Her sepia brown-blob puppy is
rediculously happy,
just like her
holding the perfect father
she has always dreamed he is.
Together they stare at
blue construction paper skies
and cotton ball clouds
discovering sailing ships,
famous people heads,
and all the animals they will see
on the day he comes
to take her to the zoo.

~

He labors intently within the lines
coloring subdivided spaces
in one direction just the way
he would teach her
if she were here.
Pressing into the bold
outline on a tiger tail
he hears her giggle in his thoughts.

He closes the book
each page fully given life
placing it on the teetering pile of
earlier masterpieces
filed beside his desk
where he and his daughter stored
the art they created
on regular dates they never had.
He rises on the ritual of completion
toward his omnipresent closet
full of stacked and redundant "if onlys",
each one shaped as
a 64-count box
purchased and purchased again
with every book
he intended to share
on their next wax pencil excursion.
On his toes,
one more "if only" goes to the top.

He still colors.

She still dreams.

~

An Orange/Red sun drew itself
out of the bleacher tiered palate
and hung high betwixt
her cottonball clouds
29 years from the start.
Daddy holds his daughter in deep embrace
while a secret artiste' paints
a tiny translucent drop
on her quivering cheek.
The diligence of construction-paper prayers
are answered in the evidence that
there is no crayon for clear...
it is a tear,
and we are really here.

(I love you my precious girl, with every color in the box :-))
 Oct 2015
Eugene
I remember the day you hugged me with all your might,
Indescribable feelings and emotions subside; thing’s that I really cannot hide.
It was during that night when I also hugged you tight,
turning back time is all that I can feel inside.

If you only knew the day you left me all alone,
the dreams you dreamt for me to all vanished.
Everything was shattered, my paths became dim and everything was broken.
But the memories you have left to us; we always cherish.

I can feel you, I can sense you, you are everywhere.
The moment when we were together, the moment we loved each other,
The journey you have not finished, I will start building somewhere,
And carry all your words of wisdom, today, tomorrow until forever!

May you be happy as you are with our God Almighty.
This sonnet is for you, I will love you till Eternity!
 Apr 2015
Sabrina
There were no days
There were no nights
Eighteen months was nothing
And it was eternity
Sixteen years of thought trapped in circuitry
A spinning galss ball
Shattering inward,moment by airless moment
But everyone says, DON'T TELL
How can I not?
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