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 Dec 2012 Ingrid
Paul Hardwick
As my body defeats sleep
I find I am awake again
Only my dream s must  I keep
for another night for I find myself without sleep
there see, there is my mind again
Sunday morning
Clouds go by
And there here is
A wiZZard
and he walks by
never talking just keeps walking
spelling his majik.
 Dec 2012 Ingrid
Danny C
Jet Plane
 Dec 2012 Ingrid
Danny C
I met you at the corner under the streetlight
You were staring west, following tail lights
I already knew how this would end
So I said a prayer on my torn and bleeding knees

A plane crashed before I finished speaking
Flames took over the November night
Screams and wails roared from dissipating turbines
I wish they tore up every piece of me

My eyes were steady when the wings broke apart
I stood with the stone on my shoulders
Even when the smoke filled my lungs
I forgave you, I had no choice but to lie

We held each other amid of the wreckage
Engines and fuel went up like the 4th of July
I knew what was going to happen then
So I bought a ticket for the next flight
That secret that you knew, but you don't know how to tell
It ***** with your honor, and it teases your head
-Bon Iver
So the song sings
that we are all innocent,
but I don't think
that's true,
of course
maybe nothing is true,
but I think
that we are all
almost not guilty
by reason of insanity,
the insanity
that goes with being
human,
so I seem to know
that I am almost not guilty
because I know
that since I have a book
of all the sins and crimes
of all the people
who I have perceived
to have hurt me,
that everybody else
has a book
on me,
and I seem to know
that they are probably right
about me,
being an *******
in the past,
just like I think
that so many
in my life
were *******
to me,
so we're almost not guilty
by reason of insanity,
so I'll give us
a suspended sentence.
 Dec 2012 Ingrid
Brooklyn
You're always there when I need you.
And you always have my back.
We laugh,
We fight,
We forgive.
When I am hurt, you make it better,
Because it makes you hurt to see me like that.
I need you in my life.
You are the other side to my soul.
You are the best friend I've ever had.
As the flames take my memory
I see beauty in its tyranny
I think about suicide
fire melting my skin
cooking my internals
cremating all my bones to dust
Until everything is dirt
 Dec 2012 Ingrid
Whiskurz
I planted the world's last flower
In the garden by the brook
Its beauty took my breath away
It only took one look

It's as precious as the finest gold
And jewels cannot compare
Nothing is quite as beautiful
As the flower I planted there

Its smell is like no other smell
That I have ever known
It's got to be God's pride and joy
The best He's ever sown

I covered this flower so carefully
As I placed it in the dirt
The tears I cried has quenched its thirst
But for me it only hurt

I planted the world's last flower
Under skies of purest blue
It was hard for me to walk away
For the world's last flower was you
 Dec 2012 Ingrid
Lila Lily-Thanh
some lives are god's intentions gone wrong


executed way beyond kindness:

dreams taken away, dismembered, thoroughly un-remembered
&
smiles dissected to the core, where sadness lies, falling apart in broken nights
&
words scrambled with silenced anger, spoken in tone of non-lovers
&
kisses numbed by a million thoughts dying in the mind, slipping down against low sighs
&
teardrops clogged in eardrums, blowing up the misery of the moment


dark moods today?
no.
this is life, simply.
that is
all.
 Dec 2012 Ingrid
Whiskurz
The flowers in the bible
Her thoughts of yesterday
Pressed between the pages
So they couldn't fade away

Grandma would read us stories
From her bible every night
But she'd stop to smell the roses
That the pages held so tight

She'd always smile and close her eyes
As she traced the petal's form
Her mind would drift to things long passed
As her broken heart would warm

She'd tell us of a oak tree
Where Grandpa carved her name
The place where they got married
Where two hearts beat the same

He gave her on their wedding day
This rose she loves to touch
It takes her back to yesterday
To a man she loved so much

The day that Grandma passed away
And we laid her in the grave
We buried her with that bible
And the flowers that Grandpa gave
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