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 Jun 2016 Juneau
katie
name
 Jun 2016 Juneau
katie
there are
names we
do not say,  
they form
pockets,
places the
rain has to
move to
get around.
a note that
when struck
is as
resonant
as the wolf,
whose howl
breaks the
sea, carves
the name
through
you & me.
 Jun 2016 Juneau
Edward Lear
There was an old person of Sark,
Who made an unpleasant remark;
But they said, 'Don't you see
What a brute you must be!'
You obnoxious old perrson of Sark.
 Jun 2016 Juneau
Colette Williams
Sometimes we think we can escape
With a pill, or a drink.
Sometimes we perfect pulling the wool
Over our own eyes.

I lay down now,
The world melting around me.
My blood pressure dropping infinitely.
I breathe in, let a sigh out
As the world spins recklessly about.
 Jun 2016 Juneau
Ellie Wolf
Bed
 Jun 2016 Juneau
Ellie Wolf
Bed
There’s glass shards around my bed
And if I step out I’ll bleed again
I know this for a fact that
With my emotions still intact
I cannot make it through
So unless you’re planning to ignite
My soul and burn it in a cold blue light
I suggest that instead
You climb into my bed
And in the night when we sleep
Whatever dreams may come
I shall welcome them all
 Jun 2016 Juneau
Pamela Penta
Riding down this old dirt road
Music loud and windows down
Wind blowing through my hair
And wiping away my frown
I turn down the road heading to the lake
The place of my youth and my dreams
Where laughter of long ago
And wonderful memories stream
My childhood was filled with adventure
First boyfriends and kisses in the pines
Camp outs and bonfires, rock pits and games
Yet I felt alone and afraid and confined
I ran from the place where once I was safe
Searching for a way to find peace
Alcohol, drugs and a life filled with shame
Did not the self loathing cease
That was a time as well long ago
With many a story between
The things in my life that have brought me to now
My life I still work to preen
I no longer fight the things of my past
The lessons I've opened and learned
Which brought me back here, the place of my home
With honor and respect now earned
June 2, 2016
 Jun 2016 Juneau
aar505n
Pretty things should be eternal
Instead of being rather ephemeral.
Roses whither away.
Buildings weather down.

Time will end love every time.
It reveals all and destroys all.
Nothing last forever.

Better a blissful weekend of love and nothing more -
Than to watch what you love -
Unravel, shatter and die.
Mere mortals thus miserable
 Jun 2016 Juneau
Kelley A Vinal
If I had a lot of wood
A whole lot
Like, a lumberyard or a forest's worth
I'd build a boat
A really BIG boat
And I'd take it to the ocean
And live freely with the fish and the urchins
And the squid too
I'd chat with the 'gulls
And feed them little mackerel
And smile as the storms came
Because my boat would be big enough
That it could handle the winds
It would be super tall
And really skinny
That would be funny
Although that design isn't really conducive
To being safe on the sea -
I still like the thought
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