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 Mar 2014
Luna Lynn
Midnight
Is my favorite kind of night
Even the dead is asleep
There is no witching hour at
Midnight
The wind has picked up
The trees are kissing
The moon is high
and glowing giving light to life that doesn't exist at
Midnight
The righteous sleeps alongside the wicked at
Midnight
as I lie awake
(C) Maxwell 2014
 Mar 2014
Brendan Thomas
My madness comes and goes
It ebbs and flows like an insane tide
Carrying upon it the strewn wreckage of a former life

"Try harder, make your life calls my insane sea, and I will again destroy it"
Always reaching,keeping my head above the ever pounding waves

Flowing towards an ever brightening distant shore,only to be pulled back
I try harder to do it again

Alas, I,ve been pulled beneath caught in the undertow
Held in a final embrace by the salty,sweet hands of my sea of madness
Then taken to the dark depths never again to smell the air or feel the sun
I guess I didn,t try hard enough.
 Mar 2014
Brendan Thomas
People call him crazy
I guess maybe it's true
"When it comes to war,
You do what you have to do"

The faces never leave him
When he's alone and in the dark
The lives that he has taken
Leaves a scar upon his heart

"Why?how could you ****"
The people all would say
He'd give a half-hearted chuckle
And turn and walk away

He did it not for medals
For money or for spite
He did it so the rest of us
Wouldn't have to fight.
 Mar 2014
Brendan Thomas
The girl from Mumbai
had beautiful eyes
they could peer into your soul
as through a window

Different lives
worlds apart
the girl from Mumbai
had stolen his heart

Not meant to be
never to meet
the girl with those eyes,
from Mumbai and he.
 Mar 2014
Heliza Rose
I'm better off alone
I'm better off cold
 Mar 2014
Brendan Thomas
Rising from the gates of Hell
The ancient angel Gabriel
He who first locked up the beast
To give the world its time of peace

Now the angel once again
Had the keys in his hands
To loose the beast upon the world
His time has come, his flag unfurled

A thousand years has been given he
By the one who made the keys
But when his reign is finally through
Back through the gates of Hell to his doom

He cannot win and this he knows
His aim to take as many souls
With him when he goes back to Hell
The most beautiful angel, before he fell.
 Mar 2014
Mary Ab
I lost myself between the folds of a fairy tale
Enchanted, embedded beneath a deep scale,
Seven years old ,I was a  little girl with pony tail
So excited as  a happy duck learning how to sail,
Holding my mom's hand so tightly trying not to fail ...

We went for shopping in that happy spring day
Enjoying the gentle breeze in that month of may,
So curious was me to follow a colorful butterfly
As i jumped and crossed over  the street ,
A peculiar oddness  spread in a hasty heart beat ...

Suddenly my heart felt a weird ache
Once I saw no mother's hand to take ,
I felt a mysterious melancholy stretching all over my veins
As I muttered "mom!" with jumbled voice and teary eyes ,

There was no one to hear my call but a gentle guy ,
As he  took my hand and comforted me with a cheerful smile
Calling me :"oh ! dear princess ,don't cry it's all about a crossing mile",

I drunk a bittersweet cup of water mingled with my salty tears ,
Waiting in his coffee shop for minutes which seemed like years..
Long I stood there , Deep drowning in my dark  fears

My mom's heart was earnestly sunk in her keenest frustration
For she lost her luster  of soul and  glimpse of inspiration ..
She tried her best to find this lost playful doll,
She asked  a police man who didn't care at all ,

She got over her fears and followed her heart
Which alluded her to that coffee shop standing apart;
Finding her little girl watching her favorite cartoon,
While she sent a warm hug with a shivering heart so soon ...

Our both hearts melted ardently with rapturous happiness
For we restored our souls with loving cheerful radiance ...

So grateful was mom's esteem for my savior dear gentle man
He was a my charming hero who  kept me as safe as he can ...


It was as delicate as a butterfly's wing
And as menacing as a knife in the dark ...
Still lingers in our memory immersing deepest feelings,
Thanking Allah  for the delightful rescue and healing ...
It was when I lost my way while I was shopping with my mother when I was seven years old !
I can never forget that dreadful moment  mixed with the pompous happiness of returning to my mother's arms once again so safe and sound !
 Mar 2014
Brendan Thomas
Alas I've found another Muse
She knows not yet
But still it's true

For from inside
Inspiration again flows
Until that time
Like the rest she shall go
 Mar 2014
Brendan Thomas
A cougar from the mountain came
On padded paw she stalked her prey
When he came within striking distance
All was over in an instant
 Mar 2014
Brendan Thomas
I walked through a town
That I once knew
Walked not drove
And that's how I knew

All along the side of the road
Bottles and cans strewn all around
Flattened cigarette packs,
General ******* and such
Stark reminders
Of those down on their luck

We drive past such things
Each and every day
We don't blink an eye
Nor do we say

Maybe that fellow
Could use a lift
It's pedal to the metal
And around all lifes corners

We drift.
 Mar 2014
Mary Ab
It was a special peaceful Monday
Spreading hope as any happy day
Sitting there in front of the bus window
Observing,thinking,enjoying nature's gleam
Playing with words,revealing an artistic beam
Meditating with focusing mind and cheerful heart
Leaving all the mope far apart
The gentle breeze kissed my cheeks
Vanishing all fears of my countless breaks...

A certain station was reached by the bus
Some people left and others stepped up
Among them was an old lady
Her features conveyed sort of a weakness
Oh! her age didn't permit ! she can't stand up
A sitting girl by my side leaved her the seat  
The old lady smiled cheerfully spreading her gratitude
And thanked her with every heart beat ...

As she sat by my side
we both indulged in the ride
Didn't know how I felt
An awkward feeling has been just sent
I turned back my eyes towards the window pane
To continue my meditation dreaming in a fairy tale...

Suddenly an ice cold hand hold mine
It was the lady's hand so fret and frown !
I comforted her with a smile so bright
"Oh granny ! don't panic we're alright "
My meditation twisted towards her light
As she appealed my keenest staring sight !

She looked exactly the same as my passing  granny !
Her  wrinkly skinny hand with appearing blue veins,
Wearing beautiful golden rings mingled with silver bracelets on her arm !
Her red nails and amazing henna in her palm
Refreshed my memory and turned me up side down!

I slowly sent a peep checking her face features;
She looked excellently as my beloved granny !
Her everything was more her than herself !
Expect the color of the eyes !

Her deepest features took me higher  
Bringing me old ,happy scenes tighter
Oh my granny is here by my side! I secretly shouted !
Wanted to kiss her , hug her all along this ride !
I was swallowing my tears of yearning ;
Couldn't breath ! oh! I was suffocating !

My hasty heart beats played a symphony
Called my super magical fairy !
Heart beats enchantingly danced !
I listened carefully to what they performed   !
As the merry trills were floating in the air
A cute little fairy showed me her care !!
She was there to embrace my desire
To achieve my dream and put out this fire !

Oh dear fairy, for a while , just stop this time
Let me feel the moment and fix my rhyme !

In a glimpse of an eye ,there was nobody but us
Living the dream,getting her back here in that bus!

At that moment poetry rang the bell
Asking my heartbeats to play the shell
Rhymed verses flowed fluently in side my mind
Toying and tickling with words happily from side to side !


My granny was here sitting by me
Couldn't believe it ,she was there with me!
I kissed her cheeks and so her front!
A warm cozy everlasting hug was about to start
To whisper a very special love mingled with tears!
My heart drowned in a deep peculiar sea!
Her icy blue eyes that had just been fixed on mine !
I was  the dreamy princess and she was my happy queen ;
A dazzling terrific moment that could be clearly seen !
Once upon a midnight, there in the kingdom of my dreams !

My fairy moment had been reached its absolute end;
Planting a special inspiring roses on my heart fertile land !

The old inspiring lady reached  her station
Leaving me with a blossomed sensation !
She had sort of magical features ,
Took me beyond the limits of place and time
Magical was the looks in her deep brown eyes ;
They outlined heavily such a fascinating story with glitter ...

As she left the bus, her place was vacant
I've been folded inside a rose pud
My memories refreshed my longing heart !
Distance melted in the melody ...
Of what once was between her and me !
It was yesterday that I dreamed of what we could be
Together once again you and me !!


When you died , I didn't have a clue
That horrifying moment shifted me blue !
I struggled and faced the reality that I clearly knew;
I found my escape and relief through writing !
Filling pages by honest expressions;
Dictated by my loving heart
And perfumed by your pure love !!


Thoughts of you I can never let go
They will be with me wherever I go
The impact you had on me , I strongly know
As I grow older, the lessons you taught me start to show !

Spreading love ,
Sending hope ,
Vanishing all the mope !!

My lord awakened this meditation feature inside of me ;
So whenever I miss you,I'll pray and sent blessings for you ...
Life is so beautiful , even if we lost precious features !

I awakened from this astonishing dream
In a glimpse of an eye,finding myself beneath another's gleam ...
I was wandering in a picturesque sparkling field;
Of blossoming flowers and dancing butterflies !
That stranger lady softly refreshed my love ;
Her magical countenance kindled my inspiration candle ,
Brought me lessons about  how to handle !

Optimism,yearning,joy and magic
Were kissing softly the blossomed petals
Bleeding gently in the meadows...

Piles and piles of dreams were drown
On a colored paper by that shining crown ...
My granny passed away in 2009!! It was a dreary moment !
Once she left I found my escape in writing !! she's my biggest inspiration !!
may ALLAH bless her soul and may she rest in peace !
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This poem was inspired in the bus in front of that lady,when I had a deep eye contact with her !!
^__^
 Mar 2014
eunsung aka Silas
Love*
melts
into
my
being
5 w
 Mar 2014
eunsung aka Silas
a quiet discontent
seeps slowly into my bones.

a steady stream of despair
floods my whole perspective.

I cannot escape the weight
pressing quietly down on me.

A slow steady death of my own making.
How do I escape this maddening numbness?

I cry out of the darkness out of a deep dark hole.
A glimmer of hope comes in the form a voice.

Someone climbs down into the darkness with me,
and tells me that he  can't lift me out, but
he can share with me how he dug himself out.

Hope rises from strange places,
and mine began when
I experienced love from strangers,
and realized I am part of a We.
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