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 Dec 2015 Debra Zebra
Cripp
the best time is our secret when I am blessed with the fortune of
circling overhead the debris of your existence
and falling in love with your fecund mind each time

you don't know it yet, but so many gems live within the bowls of your pain
your patterns are ejected from your ancient fears with alarming accuracy
a test subject of exiguous view
you open the heavens on us all
and how you are loved!

tomorrow, as usual, I will come and perch on your shoulder
and peck at the pieces of your remnant mind
it's my job to let you reach your best

I cannot apologise for the same thing you do
to me
 Dec 2015 Debra Zebra
Cripp
(domed)
 Dec 2015 Debra Zebra
Cripp
have one VERY dry and coughing throat here

realy miss freedom

here, feel this :o

I'm so taunting time, just to see........argh!

poet missing brilliance

to be open to woken joy!




(domed) structure collapsing.
I miss you and gutterally glad to see your face
make a plan.
 Dec 2015 Debra Zebra
Cripp
you're not embarrassed by my writing, really
it is me, my presence you can't seem to stand
off I go to some quiet spot where you'll find me, if you care
but I appear to do more harm to you than ever and wonder if it's only me.
when I left I left that place, then you came back.
 Dec 2015 Debra Zebra
Cripp
dreaming a pie slice of life with you, I'll happily plagiarize
inside the stinging bee's nest, nobody dares find it
secret, secret, oh little secret tune
sing the truth on the flute in the willow
who could ever guess who it really is, but you.
Say my name
Say it gently
Use your words
To caress me
Speak your thoughts
Speak them out loud
Confess your love
Amidst the crowd
Scream your wishes
Scream your dreams
Make your reality
Better than it seems
Whisper your pain
Whisper your fears
Release the tension
Wipe away your tears
Open your mind
Open up wide
Let my love in
Let me inside
 Dec 2015 Debra Zebra
Jeremy Bean
She's very much alive
But she is dead to me
The decision wasn't mine
She wanted to be
A tombstone in my mind
A grave inside my heart
A perpetual funeral
That has no end or start
There is no wreath to set
No flowers to lay
The only place that this exists
Is buried in my wake
Have you ever stumbled upon someone life-shatteringly special?
You lose your breath and can't think straight.
But somehow they've stuck around.
Feeling like a stunned vegetable to your innocent charisma.

Like divine intervention we met in the most unlikely of ways.
We hit it off and spent hours together, confined and stressed.
How did we get along so well?
How did we manage to learn more together than alone?
How did we manage to find each other in this big world?
I'll always wonder if there is more to this story.
Answers to my plaguing questions that rule my emotional state.

I don't know how to describe what it is I feel in a rational way.
It doesn't serve rationale.
Writing it all down or saying it only compounds how crazy I must sound.
But I'm not a loony bin. On the contrary, you are just infinitely more special than you realise!

But I'll not skip a note nor bump a chord.
Because I see you so finely in all your elegance.
A beauty which radiates in an innocent manifestation.
I can't tell if everyone else can see it also.
They must?!
I must have no chance here.
I know I should cut my losses and move on.
Right..?
Hope to find this feeling once more.
But something from beyond the blackened ether of midnight skies and space dust tells me to keep trying.
© All Rights Reserved Jack Thompson 2015
 Nov 2015 Debra Zebra
Cripp
long
 Nov 2015 Debra Zebra
Cripp
how I long to find
the one who isn't

frightened by
my love

why so long to wait?
how many more lifetimes does a soul have to be born into
to find a shred of mercy?
 Nov 2015 Debra Zebra
Cripp
let out
 Nov 2015 Debra Zebra
Cripp
you love to get a rise out of me
goad me to distraction
and let out the horrors you know exist inside
why?
do you enjoy the ensuing misery?

I'm your biggest secret
you wanted me to say it
so, now I do
you keep me in the dark pockets of your existence
and take me out to play
when you're all alone
don't you?

once in a while, a moment comes
when you tire of the pattern
you shake things up
(with me inside)
you forget there's still your living toy inside
and it's hard to hold onto corners inside

and later, when your tantrum dies
you realize and remember
by which time
I've had to sweep up once again
all the broken pieces and glue them back together
then it's your turn to pour on the soothing oil of sweet love

I don't know why I hang around
I don't know why I care
I only know I feel alive
even when you shake and rattle me so

so I let out your little secret
that I'm your biggest one!
you do know that love is sometimes not enough.
 Nov 2015 Debra Zebra
Cripp
everything about me
is pulled
to you

..into your wet
m-a-g-n-e-t

except, that reality has the upper hand
grip so tight
it smothers

aaaaaaaaaaahhhhh….  being born
you are so **** to me
but you can’t handle this urgent energy between us
time won't give
but this fantasia keeps spilling over
the one you sleep with


you let go of the threads of this thing
only to see yourself
stranded
in the one place you half-expected to find me

inside your head
how come I'm still there?
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