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 Nov 2017
DaSH the Hopeful
Lost inside a clockwork
        Heart attack

        ‎     Waiting to happen
        ‎   Ticking and cracking
        ‎    The silence in half with a second's helping
        ‎           I was hungry and delving deeper into somnambulance
        ‎                      Gambling my waking minutes
        ‎       Away with a hazy resemblance of life
        ‎     The sharpest of minds couldn't cut it out
        ‎   This troubled route gets more fractured with each forced laughter
        ‎             Hours pass faster the faker my happiness becomes
        ‎                    I scrape by on a yearly basis as my days have gone numb
        ‎
 Nov 2017
trf
Black shoelace, tied in knots
basks my face with paltry plots
stole my heart like summer's sin
heat is threatened by cool wind
        Rear view mirror, burned by glow
        reflects a frozen, fragile soul
        they appear, my warm woes
        white lies, turn from ash to coal
Crave smoke rings, periled fade
round' my solo fireplace
truths can't find their crumbs to trace
her sparrow, sings a love charade
        All my years, i'm alive
        caches in my brain's hard drive
        my White lies, wear a Black shoelace
        they delve deep, digest disgrace..
 Nov 2017
r
Somewhere just to the right
of that second star
in the sky

there's a black hole
******* the joy
out of life

Maybe I'll wave at the moon
as I fly by sometime soon

I'm tired of life's knife
skinning and carving,
notching it's time
on my bones

I'll decide the when
and the how, the hour
of flight

somewhere just to the right
of that second star
in the sky

where morning hides
like a thief in the night
biding her time

slowly waiting for the light
to leave these tired dark eyes

But not tonight, for tomorrow
there's still much to do.
 Nov 2017
Jellyfish
As I close my eyes I realize once more,
I’m not as important as they are.
I can always be replaced.
 Nov 2017
Shrivastva MK
बहुत धोखे खाये है हमने,
बहुत दर्द छुपाये है हमने,
इन आँखों मे आंसू लेकर, नजाने
कितनी रात बिताये है हमने,

हर ख़्वाब तोड़ दिया है हमने,
गमो से नाता जोड़ लिया है हमने,
जिन गलियों में रहता था तेरा आना-जाना
उन गलियों में जाना छोड़ दिया है हमने,

तेरी उन यादों को जला दिया हमने,
अपने सपनो पर खंज़र चला दिया हमने,
लेकर टूटा दिल इस सीने में वो बेवफा
इस दुनिया के सामने मुस्कुरा दिया हमने..
 Nov 2017
Jellyfish
I end up stopping again with an empty and long sigh.
 Nov 2017
Jonathan Witte
We are watching the clouds
bandage an incarnadine sky,

we are practicing our best knots,
weaving an army of tourniquets,

we are slow-dancing
barefoot on the edge
of a razor.

We are watching
a demolition derby
in the driving rain,

the smell of motor oil
mixing with gasoline,

the hard melancholy
of dying machines.

We are waltzing from room to room,
smearing our names on the floor,

we are keeping time to slow music,
bleeding out behind closed doors.
 Nov 2017
trf
i talked you asleep last night
our eyes could light up this fire
so tired and contrite
we were cold, yet burning in our lies

my heart rate dropped till 3
not worth a **** to emphasize
correlating all our fears
and dying deep inside

we tried to meditate
those breaths, called on me
sunrise lit up the sky
where is love without a fee

where is love without a fee...yea
where is love without a fee...yea

i walked you to the right,
hadn't taken a left in years
our veins consumed by blight,
withering away from our tears.
You speak those fabled favorites that I've yet to hear, and casually confront my years,
You speak those fabled favorites that I've yet to hear, and casually confront my years.

lying in the cradle,
as sin falls on me,
my arms are still unable
to hug your belief,
hesitant from the labels
you branded purposely.

i talked you asleep last night....shhushh. yeah
 Nov 2017
Jellyfish
I rub the tears out from my eyes,
and remind myself not to cry.
But it doesn’t help at all.
 Nov 2017
zebra
i was looking at an old and tattered black and white photo of my grandfather
a man i never knew and wondered about

his existence
like a horizon of dissolution
his soul enshrined in my own
and like him and all creatures
ultimately i remain defenseless
against realities magnitude

while my father loved me as a child
he grew unkind over the years
and we where set bitterly against one another other
his tyranny and my disobedience

as i gathered strategies craft
by machinery of thought
and festering gall
he, the bully
got bullied back
by me and old age
as we in tandem set fire
to his sadistic golden age of disillusionment

and here we are now the living and the dead
still locked in a grudge
a recurring spirit of revenge
in a valley of tears
before i myself join the ephemeral legions
in a pile of stones and ashed corpses

are we not
a procession of long struggles and short pleasures
a history of terrors and creatureness
stooges bound by the wheel creation
crucified by desire
and the apathy of obliterations aftermath
an archeology of death
ruin upon ruins

has God
sinned against man
or bestowed his grace
mystified
perfect and beautiful
beyond measure
yet to be discovered
in an alternate reality?
 Nov 2017
Jellyfish
Please be patient with me,
I know, sometimes I get angry
over rather stupid things.
Usually because I want your time,
your affection...
I know in the end,
we're not disconnected.
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