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I remember the can of corn,
it exploded in the fire,
hot kernels whistled past our ears.
We laughed so hard,
both of us peed in our pants,
rolled about
like drunken sailors.

We counted the stars
through the tiny
corn-holes in our tent,
I still remember
the steam of your breath,
licorice & nicotine,
you blew my mind
to smithereens.

O girl, it was
a time of real romance,
when stupid things
that were really nothing
meant oh so much.
Jesus, I miss your touch...
The world is at a standstill,
in a very weird equilibrium
when one enters a government office.
It's as if they have a monopoly
on mind control & boredom.
It's no wonder they love to tax
working class people &
**** their children, too.
 Mar 2014 Danielle Rose
Solaces
Yesterday light strings..
I strum them with memory glow..
Rememberence of her smile..
To yesterday I go..

Grasses so green..
So cool to my bare feet..
I race my little brother..
Around my grandmothers house in the late spring..

Under bridges, Along the creek bed..
Countless ghost hear voices..
Boys fishing and swiming..
Riding bikes down the hill screaming..

Beautiful fun spirit..
Alive and strong..
Memories of color..
Memories of voices and song..
Good ol days!
 Mar 2014 Danielle Rose
Solaces
As I walked into the chamber of dreams the lines on both of my hands lit up.. I then heard a voice..  

" Welcome, please stand here and please open your hands and shine the light above.."

There were stars everywhere.. The light from my hands lit up a constellation..  

After doing so 11 others walk on out from the dakrness and did the same..

Seems to me as if i was the final piece they needed for their star puzzle..

And then at the center of the dream chamber a strange looking being was looking up at the completed star puzzle..  Although its face showed no emotion I knew it was very happy..  I awoke from the dream.. But was it truly a dream?
Was it a dream?
 Mar 2014 Danielle Rose
Solaces
understanding is beautiful..
i can say that i have always been confused..
trying to understand is the hard part
but at least i tried..
and trying is understanding in a sense i guess.
wow! thats all that needed to be done!
i get it now!
All you have to do is try..
 Mar 2014 Danielle Rose
Solaces
I send to you random messages..  Some of you will get them..  Some of you will ignore them.. They are my thoughts and dreams.. Ill show you what I see..  And they are all real to me.  A sort of memory from the otherside I suppose.  This is just the beginning.. And I smile at the thought of it all!
We leave together and return as one..
Lucifer just said I'm two-faced;
But the reality is I wear many faces
Each one a mask
Picking a bouquet of oopsie-daises
Unabashedly lashing out at you
I eviscerate; wielding a scalpel
Then I pounce; scalped him,
Pelt dangling from my ***** pack
Went Kerouac on ***** ***

Surprise, surprise
Palpable attack
Thumbing tacks into your eyes
Lame as a bad sitcom
Band-wagon careening off the laugh-track
Everybody loves disarray

****! Vamoose!
Underlying interloper
Feel the allusion in high resolution;
Little tike on the *****
Anne frankly I'm that Führer fomenting furor

Have you lost your marbles?
Inaudibly garbling warbled garbage
Mauled to death
I **** narwhals

Convoluted revolution
I revel in it
Elusive illusion
Testify, I bring the excellence in electrocution
I'm the executioner

Putting the fun in funeral
Like a neurotic necrotizing narcotic
A lobotomy to the temporal
I dreamt the demented torment of descent
Cascading like a torrential waterfall
Ghoulish delight

Primeval upheavaler
With hopes to elope, many fold
Mic bold, but I suspect she's hitting the slopes;
Ice cold
Evoking emotion but a hopeless show
marionette in a stranglehold
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Honesty
      shouldn't
           hurt,
                      Neither should love.

         But things
     don't
           always go
 as planned.
It is up
to only thee
to travel
thy chosen Path,
but,
beware of
a danger lurking:
the responsibility
of the aftermath.
 Feb 2014 Danielle Rose
Zella
I've never met
anyone
quiet as extraordinary
as you
and I've never loved
anyone
quiet the way
I love you.
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