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The ocean washed it all away
before we’d even awoken
from our dreams.

Towns washed away
like a hose cleans
a sidewalk
of its chalk.

Creations no more,
erased from existence
as easily as
a man blinks
an eye.

It was gone.
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what's complainin do anyway?

when the beauty is gone

the beauty

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the light is shinin

why does the darkness remain?

are we so in love
with the shadows

feelin safe

hidden in the shadows?

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hardly remember your
name
anymore

did we ever know eachother
really?

------

wheelin the child in the stroller
down
the street

carryin no-one
in the heart

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TODAY is a momentary  "tweet"

hardly worth noticing
just the "news"

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i hardly remember how
to remember

anything

worth remembering

(is there anything
worth
remembering?)

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i'm not complainin

call it a poem if you want

who knows what you call anything

who knows what you're feeling

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Does part of your confusion?
Arise from the contusion?

Of that kiss so lovingly wrapped inside a fist?

Why hold back?
What’s pain?
Just black
A void
In which to switch!

We both know that you can’t touch me
In the fortress of my mind
For only I control the drawbridge
Vermin’s
More than often blind

squeak
squeak
squeak
              
“Please let me in.
I have some wares to sell.
I’ll cross your palm with silver.
No secrets will I tell”


Little mouse
Go away
Go back where you belong

We all know the germs you carry
We all know that they are wrong

YOU

Tout yourself as honest

YOU

Tout yourself as pure

But just beneath the surface
In the sewers

YOU

DO LURE


Lure the unsuspecting
Lure the barely formed
Punting pretence of perfection
Salivating salacious scorn

“But … please Miss.
Hear me out.
You have me oh so wrong.
I'm just like all the other Joes.
Lost and all alone.
The mistake that I made was in telling you.
Thoughts inside my head.
On reflection.
Now.
I realise.
They were better off not said”


Little louse
It is too late
For your motives are plain to see
Time to move on
Time to move out

**Time to live out your sick fantasies ...
Dedicated to Helen .... no apologies this time ... lol -;)
the change you seek
is much deeper
than what you tack
onto your bedroom walls.

you're not him,
no matter how
many times you
swear you see
your reflection
in his skin.

strings have been pulled:
slow motion conversation:
because all I want to do:
is let my bones:
fit perfectly with yours.
she stands alone

(but for me)

the winter winds
wound
but we

stand alone in the wind

(we do not weep)

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sometimes someone says

"where are they?"

no-one answers

(the winds cut deep)

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she

is swallowed by
the storm

i follow

her footsteps
are

the only thing i see
we'll sing one more

sure

we know who this one is for

THE ANGER DRIFTING
DRIFTING
THE ANGER DRIFTING

(he stood right there)

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images of wealth mar the scene

authority
without  humbleness

thieves
(really)

AND THE ANGER THERE

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we'll sing one more

sure

we know who this one is for

AMID THE ANGER

(so lovely)

standing there
One stone,
One placid lake,
One toss,
Ripple, ripple, ripple ...
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Your eyes, like galvanized steel
Piercing the open bullet hole in my chest
I would have forsaken all the rest
To melt those ice cold eyes to liquid
Your soul has shut me out, and it was my fault
I should have never left you filled with doubt
I just can’t escape your eyes, those **** eyes
What I would give to soften your glare
What will I do when you are not there?

Your eyes, like a dagger to my brain
The sharp words that left me speechless
The last kiss that left me breathless
I can’t forget your eyes, once so full of light
You’ve hardened to me, which I can understand
Yet no hope remains, something I can’t comprehend
I can’t escape you, nor erase you from consciousness
Your eyes, they said everything for you
Told me that forever would never be true

Your eyes, like a dead trampled flower
I would **** to go back in time again
When we were more than just friends
Your eyes shoot through me like no pain I’ve ever felt
Now there is nothing between us, only the past
Hastened love took flight, but had no hope to last
The anger, the words, the hatred, the disappointment
I hate disappointing; I only want to find true love
I thought we had more than that, something far above

Your eyes once gave me freedom, now only pain
Your eyes once embraced me, now push me away
Your eyes, now a set of forgotten train tracks
Your eyes, once so caring, now filled with disgust
Your eyes, something I can’t explain with words
Your eyes, probably something I’ll never deserve
Your eyes, I’ll never forget them, never relinquish them
Your eyes, I see them everywhere, but still you won’t be there
Your eyes won’t see the pain you’ve caused, nor my broken heart
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