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 Jun 2017
Harley Hucof
The world has escaped me, you leave me no choice
The traces of my past swallows me every day a little more
I want to run and scream no body understands
Every time i smile i feel like i am digging my grave with my own hands


Words Of Harfouchism
What? When ? Who? Where? Why? *******
 May 2017
Harley Hucof
My kingdom is no longer of this world
I shall escape for i am no longer the lord
I am a traveller always walking without a goal
A wanderer moving away without a home

I am no longer of this world
My people are calling me
Let them run after me

This earth have grown too round for me
I shall hide blissfuly
I shall enjoy my security

I and me will run alone though we shall miss our land
In the night however , we shall dance


Words Of Harfouchism
 May 2017
Lora Lee
If I could show you
              how it would be
                    if freedom were
                            in our palms
                   how it would feel to
                  be released,
                 a caged dove
       set into the cooling
swiftness of air
If I could dry your tears
and make you understand
that this will be
      more than ok
because happiness is right
around the corner
just a little faith
yes
just a little belief
in the mysterious ,
          unknown workings
The Universe has my back
and if it has mine,
I have yours
there is not one moment
that you will see
this back turned
or face hidden
my arms are meant
to enfold you
my calm to steady you
               Now    
                    it feels like            
                         being stuck
                                   in a wheel
                        round and round
                options limited
but once the break is made
I will be drifting up
my heart that dove
for I cannot let her die
(if I die a part of you dies, too)
and once you see me
spin her off into the light
the grace of heaven
allowing me to keep
my own ignition burning
you know you will have me
until the depths of sky
and into the wilds
of our
   tender
forever
To my babies. After an important  talk with my daughter. The link was the song we heard ...not my usual style but it totally inspired me
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qN4ooNx77u0
If you gathered every grain of sand
Off every seashore,
I assure you
That her big, beautiful heart's love
Is still more.

And if you gathered every single leaf
Off every giant tree,
I guarantee you
That within her soul
There is still more love
Than your eyes will ever see;
Her love is boundless, ever growing, Infinitely.

By Lady R.F. (C)2017
 May 2017
Tahirih Manoo
I shut my eyes
                         I hold my breath
Jaws clenched
                         Nervous Mind
I expect a lesson



                    Instead, pull out confusion.
In an unwanted explosion of emotions.


10:57 pm . Monday 9th March, 2015.
 May 2017
Gerry Aldridge
Love Needs Nurture.

Even a flower
Needs a drop
Of sentiment.
Without care
It shall
Eventually wilt.

The smallest flame
Is nothing
Without a breeze.
Gone is the flicker.
End of a life,
In one foul blow.

Pop my bubble,
Steal my air.
When I am gone
I shall not care.

Love needs nurture.

First; Can we be friends?
Second; Yes, of course.
As soon as my love is dead,
I will give you a call.
We can do coffee,
One day.

Talk vehemently.
About anything.
Probably, even smile,
As we lie to each other
About not feeling
Anything at all.

It takes time
To **** the truth.
There are no skipping stones,
Or shortcuts
From the pain.

Give love time, please,
To truly wither
And die.
Become nothing
Dry, bitter
A mutual shame.

Then the putrid ash
Of a love denied,
Falls wasted
Crushed, too sodden
To ever fly.

Some time later
We say hello.
I shed a tear
And force a smile-
The only way
Was to say goodbye.

(Gerry Aldridge ©2017)
 May 2017
ryn
What's to become of us
when all that we've coveted
is emptied of all value

What's to become of us
when the words we traded
seem to have lost their meaning

What's to become of us
when common ideals
turn to conflict

What's to become of us
when all that has been invested
gets swallowed by doubt and mistrust

What's to become of us
when we stand so close
yet between our hearts lies a lie
 May 2017
NV
may i always write words more naked than flesh,
more stronger than bone,
more sensitive than nerve.
may i always dip my finger into rivers of ink that will never run dry.
on the days i am not an ocean or a shipwreck,
may i always become an anchor.
may i understand that somedays words are a bridge,
and others are the fire that burns them.
that sometimes i write the words,
and that sometimes the words write me.
 May 2017
Harley Hucof
In those hopeless nights i am sick of doubt
Confused child, will i go north? Will i go south?

Who has summoned the servants of the night?
They stir and wait, dead stones, ghosts in the light

Death comes uninvited, though god is lost
Smile child your sins will be washed

I believe i can reach your mind deep
The magic and the colors, the lust and the dreams

I want something, someone new
Someone to be there when the night is through

Discoverers and searchers stop wasting time
Redemption is a lie

Hidden connections and a forbidden trance
I summon you to pray and dance

Because all your sins are gone
Unless you waste the dawn


Words Of Harfouchism
I hope it will make sense for some..



South = heaven      north = hell
 Apr 2017
Solaces
Sunset blooms twilight glooms.. Toward the moon and back I'll be back soon.. Darling I know you look at me, From an empty shadows dream.  But I have found where light is born. I saw where songs come from.  I have to leave.  I have all these emotions to weave.  I never really really believed. Nor did I want to really see.  But you became my educator.  And turned me into a revelator.  I feel beautiful inside.  And these new feelings of belief cannot be denied.
I see now.
 Apr 2017
Francie Lynch
Weren't you told,
Some time ago,
A picture's worth a thousand words.
Well I can show with a click or two,
A thousand pics for each word you choose.
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