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 May 2017 Don Moore
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When I was young
I didn't have any doctor bills
now I get statements
special delivery, envelopes
full of X-rays I hold up
to the moon, that rock
sinking deep in my gut
looking like all of those cold
feelings I've swallowed
the many curses held inside
wooden matches chewed twice
and not spat out, a cancer
like a two-headed speckled trout
swimming around
trying to find its way out
when in fact it's just a feeling
I get trying to swallow regrets
one rusty old fish hook at a time.
 May 2017 Don Moore
nivek
murder
 May 2017 Don Moore
nivek
"you cannot do wrong to do right"
(a universal known truth)
which puts all terrorists arguments
in their rightful place.
 May 2017 Don Moore
Ryan Holden
When I was a child
We threw stones outside our home,
Wishing time away.
 May 2017 Don Moore
Ryan Holden
Thorns give us scratches,
But not all can take insults,
With delicate skin.
 May 2017 Don Moore
Ryan Holden
Let's take a leap,
From this precipice,
Hoping that my wings,
Will guide our journey,
As we slowly glide,
Into our new beginning.
 Feb 2017 Don Moore
Sjr1000
No time to dwell
(on what's been undone)
or that
which has become undone

We'll hold onto
each of our moments
when love's song was sung

(When) we stepped on time's ladder
climbed each rung
Each one told a story
of births and deaths
failures and success

The higher we ascended
The shakier the ladder
Encouraging each other
when our legs start to tremble,
when our balance is threatened,
My hand in yours
then
your hand in mine
Should you fall behind
I wait for you
When I falter
You wait for me

When we stumble
We hold on to each other
With a word
A look
A warm embrace

Time's ladder
over time
deteriorates
with aging and pain

I know we'll hold on to the end
though no promises can be made
I'm not perfect
Neither are you

But

I know I won't be climbing to these heights again
or stepping up on to
another time's ladder.
A nod to the Boss, "If I Should Fall Behind  "
 Dec 2016 Don Moore
Nemo W
My Love
 Dec 2016 Don Moore
Nemo W
Return to me  my love
I know I've done you wrong
but is there still a chance
to be with me at last
I wish you well if not
but return to me my love
Dear one drink too many,
It seems that you want to hurt me.
Like it's your art, your passion-
You are good at poking me-
it's breaking me.
(I know you hurt)
It's our foundation breaking down.
These foundations I thought were strong, strong enough for the **** thrown at them.
But that foundation breaks down everytime
Brick by brick, I'm afraid it's weak now.
what did we build this on, actually?

I know that you know pain,
Far beyond what I can comprehend.
(Please don't push me away)

I know pain in a different way,
One of constant neglect
and of being a non necessity .

Please don't make me feel unnecessary

I know you don't NEED me,
But I don't want to feel un-needed-
                            -anymore.
Please
Love, s.
 Dec 2016 Don Moore
Gabriel burnS
My summer smells like deadlines,
for lifelines **** themselves
sometime near spring,
with the serrated rust
of misconstrued martyrdom,
they wither fall
into a ghost who lingers
flaking slow
among the fallen ribbons,
former clothes
torn and thrown away
for the sheets of winter
*original*

My summer smells like deadlines,
for lifelines **** themselves
sometime near spring,
with the serrated rust
of misconstrued martyrdom,
leaving fall a ghost that lingers
naked and alone
among the fallen ribbons,
former clothes
torn and thrown away
for the sheets of winter
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