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 May 2014
Poetic T
Light above me which shines so
bright, the things you have seen
on your journey through the
cosmos of darkness and light.

You have traveled not wanting an
orbit, a lone traveler seeing the
sights. Your journey has been long,
but now it is time to rest, as you
shine brightly through the sky
and show others your here with
your tail behind you.

As you travel from the space ways
to your place of rest, nestled in the
earth a crater your bed, now sleep
space traveler you have now come
to rest...
 May 2014
Luminosity Cat
Demons echo through the night.
She seems to cave without a fight.
The pain is to great to keep on running.
You may never again see her dancing.

Hell's gates greet his pain.
No one cares to tame life's mane.
His life seems be burning in hell.
All because of the secrets he can't tell.

Look at the girl who sits all alone.
Dying inside because of her mother's cruel tone.
Her life has been taken by man's cruel thief.
Nothing can bring her true piece.

He takes the gun to school one day.
Everyone keeps walking away.
He planed the shooting, and took the lives.
He never again plans to look at the skies.

To all those who feel this, know I do too.
It just isn't fair what life has done to you.
I know what people have taken away.
Just remember,
it is okay to not be okay.
It just isn't okay to stay that way.
It is okay not to be okay. It just isn't okay to stay that way forever.
 May 2014
Poetic T
Sandman catch me if you can,
I will not succumb to your dust
as I am awake, no sleep needed as
I am staying up till dawn it is a must.

You set your traps, reality TV, a
boring show as my yawns happen
repeatedly. I'm not having that,
loud music keeps my senses alive
and vibrates my  yawns to dust.

Sandman I will not surrender,
to your want of sleep, I will win
this battle as my eyes awake,
but slowly succumb as my head
nods forward then back, like a
cradle swaying, my mind is hazy
is lack of sleep driving me crazy.

I see the dawn break, I have won
this round Mr Sand Man, I am
still awake, but my joy is short
lived as I'm shocked awake.

Well played my friend, as I
look to the window pitch black
only moments have passed, I
surrender to my needs, as
my head hits the pillow. The
Sandman sprinkles his dust,
the sandman always wins he
never sleeps on the job.
Sweet dreams
 May 2014
Denisse
I'm in a haunted place before
Many problems that easily cuts me to the core
All I know is to cry
I prison myself because I'm scared for another try.

All I've got is a massive darkness
I can't even find the door of happiness
But He truly loves me
Because two lads knocked to rescue me.

I learned that if someone locked me in the room of darkness
There's always a window to get a shade of brightness
All I have now is possivity in my life
That with His plan, I know Im safe because of His Son.
"Because two lads knocked to rescue me" Im talking about Latter Day Saints or Mormon missionaries. Yes I'm LDS.
I thank Him so much because He always extend His loving arms to everyone.
 May 2014
Poetic T
I arrived home early to  surprise, but
the surprise was on me, a car in the
drive who could that be. I went in
quite not knowing who could it be.

I stepped in cautious not knowing
what would await me, I looked in the
living room no one there, but ladies
shoes and two bras different sizes
laying on the floor discarded quickly.

I heard a noise up stairs, and off i went
to see quietly, I went finding discarded
clothes a trail to follow for me. who was
this man was he big small i was about to see.

An ear to the door moaning heard, rage
did flow and I kicked through the door,
to my amazement a woman down on
my wife carpet munching like a king.

Rage and horniness both flowed through me,
as she moaned and screamed as i had found
her deceit she had been keeping from me.

Her friend did turn, Jesus she,s hot, NO
I'M ANGRY no, this is turning me on
they can both see. We were waiting but
had to much drink as you can see, this
is your birthday present from me to you
this is my friend she like both sides of the
fence as you can see.

So all ended well, naked were all three,
My wife orgasmed by a woman,  four by
me. I came home early and caught her in
the act. But I just bounced my wife and
got swallowed by her friend this is my
best birthday, I got a smile from ear to ear..
 May 2014
Carl Joseph Roberts
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Concealed Carry can sometimes cause
More problems then its worth
If every time that you need
You always use it first

You're not supposed to stop and think
Of the fear that you may have
The pain that's caused by others
Is simply not allowed to last

Concealed Carry is hard to hide
When it always stays with you
It becomes the thing that you use most
When you dont know what to do

Concealed Carry might just be
The worst thing you can use
You should always try to talk things out
And do whats best for you

When you Conceal Carry feelings
And do not set them free
They become the worst of weapons
And can drop you to your knees

Concealed Carry can sometimes cause
More problems then its worth
If every time that you need
You always use it first


**Carl Joseph Roberts
Im a cop so no gun fanatics about our rights to carry. I carry and I believe you have the same right as long as we all abide by the same laws there should be no problem. Its the crazy ones who carry that worry me but i hope that I or a fellow conceal carry will be there if that were to happen. Ok, my rant is over and my poem was not about any of that I just didnt want to get the hate mail from the far right. Im right in the middle on most issues.
 May 2014
K Balachandran
Rising full moon spreads her cryptic commands
on the tree branch a wise owl sits intently listening
from her window a girl in wonder discreetly observes ,
seeks its unknown meaning , a pregnant pause in the choral music
 May 2014
Chalsey Wilder
Drip drip
I'm lying in bed
It's freezing cold
With only a thin blanket to cover me

Drip drip
There's a window right beside me
The sun is rising
I can feel the light on my skin, but it gives me no warmth

Drip drip
I'm me
Then I'm my other me

Drip drip
I am so cold I no longer shiver
My lips are blue
My skin pale white porcelain
My body is stiff
Can't move

Drip drip
The heat from my body leaves me with every exhale

Drip...drip
I can't feel my body

Drip....drip
My eyelids close slowly
I'm sleepy

Drip.....drip
Am I dead?
Cause I can't feel a thing


Drip......drip
I can still hear the water dripping

Drip.......drip
I can't feel myself breathing

*
Thump Thump Thump
Cold death's door is waiting
I hear no dripping
I hear it no more
You would have to read my poem "When lamination" to get the line when I said "I'm me
Then I'm my other me"
But I hope you like this.
c;
 May 2014
Poetic T
I have them in my mind, a place for me to use and abuse,
when alone and where no one can see.
I visualise what I need, those lovely ladies recorded
in thoughts used by me.

My neighbour she's as hot as could be,
but after to many usesshe has become a bore.
What once went hard with a thought,
now my cheese stick slumps not content,
new **** bank material is needed so on goes the TV

O ye this is good, weather girls low cut tops
in the bank they go for use later for me.
But I need that girl to light the meat, to get me well hard,
so I see one woman in the bank ready for me.

I test drive her not as good as could be,
so I swap parts saved in the file, now perfect for lonely fun.
The thought of her **** and me.

All men and woman are nearly the same,
they have a **** bank for those times when lonely.
Be it butts,legs, ******* or meat hanging or the
slit between the legs.
We all have that special some one that is with
us when are fingers and palms get happy...
Every one has a **** bank..
 May 2014
Poetic T
My heart was glass then you
left, it did fracture so slightly,
barley visible to those around,
but was plain for me to feel as
it cut a thousand times in to me.

I thought it would heal, but
words spoken about us, what
I meant to you, the fracture became
a crack, as I grabbed at my chest
as it could now be felt cutting even
deeper I to the feelings within me.

Then the words I thought I would
never hear, from the lips of others
whispers that screamed at me. I
asked a truth to you and then my
heart shattered in to pieces as you
said you never loved me.

I could have tried to pick up this
fragile thing, but now my heart
is replaced by steel, glass was
weak as now I see, ill never
let another shatter my heart
as it is now cold solid steel
to me.
 May 2014
Chalsey Wilder
One more day
One more chance
Say the word and we'll have this dance
Not my best....
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