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 Apr 2014 Harkaran
cheryl love
Can you imagine the taste
The supreme taste of summer on your lips
Can you feel the extra skin and flesh
encasing your bones on your ******* hips.
That is what the cream will do when it gets there
Covering your bones with trouble and extra weight.
Spoon the cream away, you do not need it
Quick enjoy the summer madness now before it's too late.
 Apr 2014 Harkaran
Wednesday
Have you ever loved someone with

bird bones
paper thin skin
irises like pooling blood on a tile floor

Have you ever loved someone who
wears their heart on their sleeve in the way of a tattoo

Have you ever loved someone like

you wish their arms had heavy locks so that
you could keep them wrapped around you
until you grew tired of their embrace

Have you ever loved someone like
dripping IV bags
ICU at 2 am

Ever loved someone like
laying on the carpet in pain
watch the shadows on their face change
see the door open and close
these days the sunlight always looks the same

Ever loved someone like
dark circles under their eyes

Ever loved someone like
you wish to wear them like a necklace
have them ******* in a locket

Ever loved someone like
I would take a bullet for you
 Apr 2014 Harkaran
Judypatooote
Storms never bothered me as a child.
I use to love to put on my bathing suit,
barefoot, and jump in all those puddles...
Mom would ******* in if it was lightning.
But with lightning came thunder,
so I would run inside at the first crack.
My mom use to tell me that it was
the Angels bowling.
I'm sure every mother told there kid that.
I know I did...

I loved storms when we were out to our cottage.
Because the waves were raging, and I remember
standing outside with my dad and all the
neighbor guys, discussing this storm. With
a beer in there hand. I never had fear back then.

When my kids were little and a storm was a brewing.
We lived in a duplex, with no basement and
we would take the kids, and our bird down
to our neighbors basement.... I still wasn't
afraid of storms... the kids, and parents we all
played pool, some dance...it was like a party...no fear...

Now, I live by the weather mans report.
I have a program from each tv station on my phone,
and the weather station, even an app for tornados.
But it's not fun any more... I don't go run in the rain
barefoot, or jump in puddles, but I try to keep a bottle
of wine in the frig, a snack or two, and set stuff up
in the bathroom for two....me and my dog buddy.
I'm in the tub, he curls around the toilet...
no fear... well maybe a little bit...

by ~ judy
It's almost time for those storms...summer storms, which seem to be happening all seasons...I say I have no fear, but I try and tell myself that....be brave....
 Apr 2014 Harkaran
betterdays
dear prince george
( and your parents too)

hope you enjoyed
our menagerie of
fauna, at Taronga Zoo.
sorry we could only give
you the, Bilby, the rabbit
come rat rodent hybrid
marsupial thingymajig.
but, you're just not old enough for a kangaroo
and koala's a bit too much
like you, mostly they eat sleep and poo. yes they
are cute and cuddly, but
they tend to wee all over
you, especially if you have a celebrity hue. and you so do!

sorry, you are n't going to
Ularu, it is a spectacularly
big rock, with much meaning and mystery.
but out there, outback, beyond the last black stump,
it is stinking hot, and dusty
to boot and there really isn't
a lot for someone under one
to do.

one last thing, sorry we disturbed you, on your day off, when you were just doing normal baby things.
unforgivable in a sense,
but then your are the flavour of the month, down here and your smiling face
and chubby arms are doing
wonders for the crown.
so smile little prince,
don't you wear a frown,
soon you will be home
and forgotten all about,
the down under clowns.

your humble convict
betterdays
the royals are in town,
andthe media took footage of  the princess and her babe
on their rest day..
much discussion re privacy ensues(mostly with said footage running behind)
 Apr 2014 Harkaran
K Balachandran
Mackerel, they want to  be
both unanimously agreed;
but why is she stuck still
under the hide of a whale?
imperfect imagination is the reason for all disconnect
why refuse to bark, after donning the costume of the dog?
it's all a play, after all one should realize, lasting till the curtain falls
"All the world is a stage" The world observes 450th birth anniversary of
Shakespeare on April 23.
Spasmodically chaotic
Flies the embryonic tonic
Through the veins and to the brain
Heart and soul are now defiled
Complicating, hating
Imitating, devastating
Dying stars so full of scars
Schizophrenia’s inner child

Ash to ash and dust to dust
Sanity begins to rust
Bleeding laughter
From beneath the mourner’s veil
Carried on into the dawn
Imprinted on the demon spawn
Unresting and ingesting
The dismembered and impaled

The bones of the alone
Rattle on in monotone
Resurrecting and collecting
Tortured ghosts of minds depraved
Humanity receding
Feeding on the need for bleeding
Leaving mental catacombs
Eternally engraved
This was actually an idea for a slightly heavy metal song I had years ago in my darker days which had more instrumental than lyrics as they sometimes do. I was never able to relate the music in my head to any of the musicians I have known, as I do not speak the language well enough, so it stands as is.
I am for you
But I’m against what you do
As long as you get what you want
You don’t care who you use
I am for you
But I’m against what you say
You’ll tell any twisted lie
If it gets you your way
I am for you
But I’m against your philosophy
“If you’re not for me,
Then you’re against me,”
I am for you
But you’re against me
You use the help I offer
To get what you don’t need

You tell us you’re tryin’ to change
Just another way you lie and steal
You’re pushin’ everyone away
All you care about is how you feel
I won’t help you destroy yourself
You can do that so well on your own
Only you can help yourself
The choice is yours, and it is yours alone

I am for you
You know I am your friend
But I refuse to watch you fall
Over and over again
I am for you
But you have got to try
You will never have respect
When all you do is lie
I am for you
But I will not pretend
If you’re not gonna help yourself
Then this is where we end
I am for you
But I refuse to be
Just another pawn
Who helped you fall disgracefully

You tell us you’re tryin’ to change
Just another way you lie and steal
You’re pushin’ everyone away
All you care about is how you feel
I won’t help you destroy yourself
You can do that so well on your own
Only you can help yourself
The choice is yours, and it is yours alone
There was a mutual friend in my main circle who continually lied and stole and pretended to change, over and over, for years, until we all got tired of trying to help only to be used again and again, until we had no choice but to cut our ties with him. I wrote this for him hoping that it would open his eyes where music and lyrics seemed to be the only thing he would really listen to, but even after reading/hearing it, he continued to play the same game of, "If you're not for me, you're against me." Unfortunately, some people refuse to care for anyone but themselves, and the only thing left to do is walk away.
 Apr 2014 Harkaran
Raphael Uzor
When ink kisses paper
Leaving his marks on her
Staining her Immaculate white
Corrupting her innocent purity
With unspoken words and lines,
Punctuated with figurative styles,
Embedded with phonetic rhymes
Of divine charismatic beauty;
Sweet poetic lyrics are born...*


© Raphael Uzor
 Apr 2014 Harkaran
Jack
Drenched
 Apr 2014 Harkaran
Jack
Within my heart resides
an ever wondrous song
~drenched~
in blush tuned daydreams,
oh won’t you sing along
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