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The atoms that make up
The outermost layer of my skin
Repel yours the least
In some sort of metaphoric nuclear fusion
Though we may not release photons
With each touch
And we're not quite travelling fast enough
To create such an explosive reaction
In a physical sense
It seems that you still turn
my mass
into energy
 Jun 2015 Dan McGowan
niamh
He was a ***** dog.
She had the ****** snacks.
If I could see only dishonesty and corruption
I wish I was blind
If i could hear only evil
I wish I was deaf
If I could speak only stupidity
and nonsense
I wish I was dumb
If I couldnt use my hands
to help others
I wish I was a torso
If I could be cruel and selfish
I wish I was dead
Because, there is no use
to be alive
When we are not able to
show any resposibility to
the world!
----de3pak
Notes (optional)
 Jun 2015 Dan McGowan
Pluck
Bright ideas but I like my room dark, So when I start thinking I disturb my own comfort zone.
 Jun 2015 Dan McGowan
Pluck
Something changes when the sun beats me to bed.
Numbers dance, scripts prance, & a masquerade starts in my head.
Traces of things I should've did, thinking of my tomorrows, my worries, what am I do?
Suddenly this party in my head seizes, music is silenced & the guests vacate once I see that "incoming call" from you.
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