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 Oct 2011 Day
The They
Love Sonnet
 Oct 2011 Day
The They
The wake my mind endured before you came
Prepared me for a cheerless death alone.
The corpse of rotting love once wild then tame,
Resigned to the earth all flesh save the bone.
Deaf to the sound of lust my world pervades,
I wrote poems of loyalty and love.
Without a muse, my words languished mislaid
On paper and lines scratched helplessly thereof.
Then I to your bed climbed with you to sleep,
And all my poppies transformed to roses
Red for the blood in veins now flowing deep
To a heart that now around you closes.
I’ll never give up what I’ve found in you
Aleks, may our love remain forever new!
Oh sillynesss....
 Oct 2011 Day
Makiya
I'm thinking that I'm
(until then) thinking

I'm thinking that I'm
finally thinking (again) about
something
other than
you
(again and)
again

I'm finding that
I am not (until then) you and
we are not part of
us (again)

And again,
(again again)
you will speak to me
and we
will be

(until then)friends.
 Oct 2011 Day
Samuel
Cheap Blinds
 Oct 2011 Day
Samuel
Up and at 'em
whispered half-awake to a
sun that yawns above the window sill
from somewhere deep beneath soft pile blankets and
crisp laundered sheets to
present their fresh aroma as a
billowing of color in rich warm golden
vision and see what a thousand cameras could only
hope to find hovering in a periphery, hidden among
storm-clouds
Blankets of blankness sit staring blankly into thine eyes,
while piercing wails of silence cradle in lobes of flesh.
Seal'ed doors of unframed bricks sit idly, occluding the sight of thy mind.
All the while, focus evades the perilous thoughts that thresh.

Still, well-knowing that of thy key to openness,
which lieth still within thy breast,
must, perhaps, be lost at best,
in cold, dark lying emptiness.
 Oct 2011 Day
Brandon
My golden heart beats and beats for you
A thousand palpitations at any given moment
I can feel my chest caving in within every pulse
Filling my head with such evocative dialogue
The salacious sound of your slithering voice
Snakes into my head spreading like an aphrodisiac
You solicit lecherously illicit questions that unnerve my judgment
In our dreams we dreamt of double eclipses
Upon our lips while we slept and slumbered
Our bodies coiled like serpents tangled in tantric passion
With the waking of giants and mythical expeditions
Our hearts would burn the fieriest of red
Ensnared between these silken sheets
Springs tied around every exposed limb
As if we haven’t known the sweetness of sleep for days
 Oct 2011 Day
Jordan C Quiogue
Vista
 Oct 2011 Day
Jordan C Quiogue
Tonight, I walk

I make my way up vista ridge
The sinuous road that winds its way
Through the hills behind my home
I pass the many old homes built into the ridge
Overlooking the city

I see through a window an old man in his kitchen
His grandchildren flutter around him like fireflies
The delicate dance of youth
Their glow illuminates his face with laughter
And joy
I would like to be him one day
When enough years have passed
As time begins to steal the light from my face
Only to have it replenished by the joy of family
And new life
And still endless possibilities
Even as my hair turns to silver

The streetlamps flicker on with the dusk
Casting a path down the lane
Illuminating autumn leaves
As they fall among the houses and parked cars

The lights of the city glimmer below
The entire world seems to crackle and spark
That which is not flame is tinder
Ablaze with life

I make my way down the lane
On feet that seem less content to touch earth
With each step
As I remember the incredible lightness
Of living
 Oct 2011 Day
Loxlei Blaire
These summery days have lifted my heart;
This world and people did them depart.
For your company alone,
Many would bemoan.
And since it is so,
I still cry: it is a great loss that you are all gone.
Each soul that lifted mine so high above the trees
Have slipped their hold,
And now your loving souls are gone.
Some to the nothingless north,
Some to the sickly south,
And each tongue and mouth
So spread apart and out
That there is nothing left but silence
Where our words and thoughts used to loudly be.
And now what are my fallish days left with?
Just ambitious souls who care not for me,
But simply hasten to climb
As thunder rolls.
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