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 Jan 2016
Samuel Hesed
Her brown eyes crept up to me.
Delicate and wide.

I could see the love of her mother,
And pride of her father.

A universe stretched out farther then the eye could see,
Filled with shining stars,
And faceless scars.

Her stare had an ingenious beauty.
Like a meadowless daisy.

Her glare had an artless grace,
Like colorless vase.

This glow was naive from the broken lives,
Wondering on this fallen world.

This credulous light,
Waiting to be ripped by jealousy.

I almost wanted to hold her there,
Away from the horrors in life.
Far from Apollyon's hands,
Like a guardian in the night.

Her innocents daring to walk on this thin rope,
Called hope.

Then, I saw with my waking eyes.
A white aisle covered by heavens flowers,
Congregations starring at her beautiful smile.
Oh, what a lovely mile.

For, there I knew
Her life was a magnificent design-
That wasn't mine.

I let her go into the hands of the divine,
Where she waits for her Valentine.

Oh, Lord I know you will hold her tight,
As she waits for her fearless knight.
Copyright © 2015 Paul Forbes All Rights Reserved
 Jan 2016
LETITFXRING
you looked at me 
(I look away)
I looked at you
(You look away)
and in between there was
A smile that stained my face
for the longest time
leaving me to melt
I've changed since then.
I've grown up, to learn from my mistakes.
I can't bare to keep it from you.
That pain I can not take.

The drugs and pleasure were not what I needed,
I moved on to think I had succeeded.
But I had pain inside, because I was not whole.
I did not speak the truth and words were not spoken.

Though it may have seemed fine, it wasn't.
I could not hide it anymore.
No lie or secret was worth the pain I felt.
I had to let you know.

I'm sorry I lied.
I'm sorry I failed.
But I know I can be forgiven.
For its what gods intentions would have felt.
May not be much of a poem but it speaks about how I have had to over come my background of drugs and a reckless life. Today especially it may have costed a lot tons special person, I'm sorry
 Jan 2016
Keith W Fletcher
How important was it
That makes you say it wasn't
Not that it makes any difference
It does but you say that it doesn't
When will we stop running
When we see there's no road
And when will we admit
The burden we carry is a load

Of crap
Take that
Step back
Doormat
At your feet
Doesn't mean
That the door exists
Or if it does
The key won't just twist
Around and around
Like the very sound
I hear
When we try communicating
Tainted with frustration
All in an attempt
To keep a  relation.....ship
From just passing in the night

So how important was it
That made you say it wasn't ?
 Jan 2016
Samuel Hesed
We are all nerds,
Just looking for the-
Right glasses to wear,
The right pants to lift,
The right tie to bear,
An the right book to pick.
Copyright © 2015 Paul Forbes All Rights Reserved
 Jan 2016
Alias
the fingertips hurt
the best kind of pain
beautiful music in my ears
the guitar strings vibrate

word come wobbling out of my mouth
sometimes they make sense
and sometimes they do not
sometimes they're nonsense

feelings have no reason
just wants to be expressed
comes and goes with the seasons
makes me feel both sad and blessed
 Jan 2016
g clair
Love lets go
of whatever it must
in order to remain loving.
 Nov 2015
Stu Harley
Standing near the
deepest part of
the waters edge,
and peering
into restless
sea, my life
searched for
perfection

So, I drank the
potion and slashed
my wrist and jumped
from the highest cliff,
to greet my own reflection
 Nov 2015
Mike Hauser
What did you think the first time you met me
Did you think the same I thought of you
That you could hold me in your arms forever
And in you all my dreams have come true

What did you think when we first held hands
Like me did you feel the tingle run your spine
Did you think you never wanted to let go
Was that when it was love you realized

What did you think on that first kiss
Like me did you think our lips fit perfectly
And did you want that kiss to last forever
Forever indefinitely

What did you think when I got down on one knee
And asked you please to be my loving wife
Did you think like me that yes it was meant to be
Forever till the end of time
 Oct 2015
Dhaye Margaux
~~@~~

I am human in this big world
I might be warm, I might be cold
Sometimes I'm weak I need to hold
A heart of gold, a heart of gold

If I'm afraid I wear a hood
I don't do all the things I could
Sometimes I feel to hide my mood
I'm not so good, I'm not so good

In my weakness, I still feel strong
I find my voice and sing my song
Though I don't know where I belong
This can't be wrong, this can't be wrong

When I am strong, I never boast
Though triumphs need a simple toast
Like ship that sails into the coast
Back to my post, back to my post

I am human, I tell this straight
Sometimes I see you fill my plate
I would get mad, I also hate
I am not great, I am not great

I cannot see myself somehow
How I will smile a year from now
But I believe God will allow
I take a bow, I take a bow

~~@~~
I am not perfect.
I debated
going for a walk,
tonight,
and finally decided
to do it,
so, at two o'clock
in the morning,
I went outside,
and it was cold.
The first thing
that struck me
as I walked out
of the door,
was a memory
or a group
of memories,
of being a fearless,
reckless, drunk
young person,
who was out
at this time
many times before,
and I even could seem
to smell his alcohol.
But, there was no guilt
or shame,
it was a sweet memory.
And I remembered,
the words
of a Zen master,
who said
that the past, present,
and future
are all here
in the present moment,
so I thought
of the future,
and my back straightened
a little,
and I warmed up
a little,
so I thought
maybe the future
will be better
than we think.
 Oct 2015
Sanjukta Nag
Long arms of moonlight are stretching out
To the gigantic ocean,
For touching those soft curls
Of her mahogany coloured hair.
Eyes more azure
Than Pacific's quiet dream
Glowing too bright,
Embarrassing the fluorescence of water.
Resting hands on the fair *******
She is floating on her back
Gazing at the blessed purple sky.
While silvery cream of starlets
Is nourishing every wet curve
Of her slender body, with
Gentle caress.
But the unfortunate humans are
Still unable to witness
The mystery of her beauty,
Which is carefully confined
Inside the secret chest of Mariana Trench.
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