A Poem A Day Keeps The Demons At Bay

Feb 2018

devante moore

Ground quaking
The rails rattle
Pebbles jumping
Panic written as a bad punchline on the conductors face
So he yanks the chain link lever
And blast the horn
It rings in my ears like a siren
As he aims it at my face
Hoping to invoke enough fear in me
That’ll make me move out of my place
And even though
The light at the end of the tunnel is closing in
It doesn’t raise the hair on my skin
Because I’m plague with thoughts from within
Repeatedly playing over and over again
Where are you now that I need you

Jan 2018

Poetic T

Broken Me-ta-phor

I have a broken
          me...
ta..
                                               phor...
         no one understands its meaning.

Confused with the inner
         emptiness of a shell
            with no substance.

Do you understand what I'm trying
           to say without telling
                                           you the truth
of my conclusions??

#what #confused #conclusions

Jan 2018

devante moore

Sail/ Way back

To far gone
Out floating in the sea
Past the sunset
Beyond the horizon
Even if I waved the white flag
No one would notice me
I’m out to far
I could yell
Flail my arms frantically
But i don’t believe there’s anyone out there
Brave enough to rescue me
Until then I’ll just stay
In this boat
No paddles to steer
I gave into the current many moons ago
I’ll let the wind engulf me
And continue to sail

But wait
Maybe it’s not to late
I sold my happiness
When it wasn’t even for sell
Maybe if I just try for 5 seconds
I could somehow escape this cell
No faith in another
To pay my bail
So I hide behind my pride
Eyes shut
Because even though on the outside I can’t cry
I can feel the tears flowing in the inside
I prayed a thousand times
Hoping help would be sent my way
But It just left me exhausted
And out of breath
I just want to make it to Monday morning
But I’ve had enough
The only way I can survive
Is by staying alone in this boat
So I’ll sit here and wait
And continue to sail
Until I can find my way back

Jan 2018

Paul Hardwick

I think death looks me up.

I've seen the world
But nothing has changed
picture book
I loved once
slipped off
sliding down the
dribbles down my arm
hard to explain
dribbles down the pain
along my arm
the one
that was different see me fall
maybe the one.

Jan 2018

Paul Hardwick

Melon man.

Twisted
stands on two legs
sometimes gifted
gives more than he
thinks he takes
and that's hard to do
now you lick your lips
form a queue
stand up straight
look me up in your phone book
under
twisted melon man
makeup things in your ******* head
juicy fruits
lick your lips again
and how about you
what do you
think he thinks
about you?

Twisted Melon Man.

LoVe

P@ul.

BOO!
P@ul. ***.

Jan 2018

branded glaciers GE

we kissed her heart

her mouth
was
to
big
so we
kissed
her heart
?

...
..
.

Jan 2018

Joy Onyango

6:45

you wake up
                        (6:45)
                                   you close your eyes
                                                                        (7:00)
                                                                                    you pass
                                                                                    away
                                                                                    the urge to
                                                                                                           WAKE
                                                                                                            UP

bliss.

Jan 2018

Poetic T

When Nightmares Go Fishing

Nightmares linger before me,
staring into pools of
                       my consciousness.
Fishing deeper within,
                           hooking on
                                   my deepest paranoia's ,
          then I scream silently within.

Jan 2018

Paul Hardwick

Outside my head.

There is a not a lot to say
when I feel this way
she said
to find some way
outside of your head
but within you
there is John
just fell off his girlfriend
she broke him off
and his made as hell
for men just the pain of things
of language, he can't read
nor can I.

Brief note, Did I miss the Joke
P@ul. ***.