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 Apr 2015 Deovrat Sharma
Nandini
You can't see,
as I wouldn't show.
It's an art colouring,
with hidden secrets,
you are the one with the secret soul.
The false veil is taken.
Lighted secrets cast the darkest shadows....
I spent my life
trying to please my family

It didn't work

I spent my life trying to
Please others


I spent my life......
Be yourself
You look like the devil ,when you're playing.
The guitar man with the face that contorts, he's cavorting.
He's a player, an angel slayer.
He drops to his knees, before his brothers and sisters,
All fallen angels.
Dark demon with love in his eyes.
Fallen angel's demise.
The demon is her lover.

And the she ***** is single.
She's dancing on shingle.
Long the devil may play with the *****,
who is single.

A face full of stone cold sober guitar.
The guitarist, the angelic
mother of lust.
Moth eaten wings, pretty things,
Golden mind without no strings.
No dulcet tones, just lonesome moans
Noisy wails.
Discount lover bought in the sales.

And the she ***** is single,
She dancing on shingle.
Long the devil may play with the *****,
Who is single.

Let the devil play on.
One look and she's gone.
(c) Livvi
I am an adult,
But a child is how I see myself.
Some may speak of my strength
My capabilities and tolerance.
They say, in any circumstance
I have perseverance
And endurance.
These are praises that are sugar and spice
When my days are not so nice,
And yet, there's a feeling, a knowing,
Without you, I am nothing
Your stretched hand, I would always be needing,

During not so good times, you said, it is okay to cry
Told me to stand up, through the hurting hours that would go by
For, I must learn of the bright and faded colors of life again and again
How it is to walk under the sun, or through the pouring rain
So, I will appreciate joy even more, after the pain.

The warmth of your embrace
Are my weapons when scary moments I have to face
Thinking...I could have been lost
Worrying...what would've been the cost?
Errors at this point in my life, I could no longer afford
I must listen, careful not to miss your words.
There's this questioning fear,
"What if I soon leave this world?" a thought so drear
Often whispered in my ear
Something I would rather not hear,
Yet, you see me through, with your advice,
Nothing could be truer...I don't have to think twice.
From the start, you have  loved me,
In fact, you have spoiled me
I feel, I believe, you'll never tire of me.

In your assurance, in
Your undying love,
I have become inebriated...
To you, I can not hide the truth
To you, I will admit without a doubt,
My GOD,
I am, and will forever be, YOUR child....



Sally

Copyright January 2015
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
***HAPPY EASTER TO ALL!!!***
a chunk of time that i can't reminisce
for it takes me back to that precipice
a trapeze act without a net
a balance born between hope and regret

the truth of the matter, the one you can't conceal
an empty mind may wander and reel
so in time i hope, sans focus
my mind only wanders along a positive locus
The moon shines a cool blue tonight
as we entwine our fingers, laying on the baseball field
beneath diamond heavens. We lie
in silence, in the moments when the Universe reveals
itself, and contemplate the distances between one celestial body to
another, the space between
us growing as I turn south
to find Orion while you seek Cassiopeia in the north.

Shooting stars cross the sky, and we wish separately on dead
stars and dead dreams, lights already grown red and extinguished
as we whisper in the dark, passing
between phases.

And in the end we're all left searching.
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