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 Dec 2013 Isabel Maree
Showman
I've learned that happiness
cannot be found in the form of a little
purple capsule.
I've learned that Pisa will have to wait until next time.
I've learned that the third mushroom
held in my sweaty palm was not as
big a deal compared to the other two opening my mind.
I've learned that a part of me
died that night where we ****** in a
room with no furniture.
I've learned that life is work and that
the molotov cocktail of Dubrah and eay mac
that came spewing from me left an orange tang
upon the floor.
I've learned that pain is better than numbness
and that jabbing a sewing needle repeatedly in my arm
was an educated decision.
Most importantly I've learned that together we are better than alone.
Solitude
I wish I could no longer feel
In the sadness of my heart
I would find no pain

Pain has been my constant companion
My best friend and lover
Pain in my heart you always remain

Pain I have you tattooed on my skin
And in my sad eyes it never stops raining
I do not want to feel the bitter taste of your nectar

And hopefully you would vanish from the emptiness of my dreams
Where there is not even a meager living echo
In my dreams where there is only darkness
you will live as my faithful companion
friend and lover

Hopefully I’ll no longer feel your dry bitter taste
on my lips
I want to forget your opaque kisses my faithful companion
I wish I could drown in the ocean of my sadness

Tell me, why you don’t want to go from this emaciated body?
Where there is not a rainbow
Where all hope is gone
How to make them understand that here they will not find a lord’s prayer

Why don’t you pluck my heart at once
and as a desperate thief steal my memories,
the beautiful jewelry, that you are killing
Tear this heart apart but don’t let me suffer any more

Your voice is like a knife blade that penetrates to the bottom of my heart

And with this solitary life
Finally I give up
My love, hope, and gentleness are gone
Pain, will you give up today?

Soledad
Ojala que pudiera ya no sentir
En la tristeza de mi corazón
Quisiera ya no encontrarte dolor

Dolor que has sido mi fiel compañero
Mi mejor amigo y amante
Dolor siempre estás en mi corazón

Dolor te tengo tatuado en mi piel
Y en mis ojos tristes nunca para de llover
Ya no quiero sentir el sabor amargo de tu miel

Y ojala te esfumaras del vacío de mis sueños
Donde no habita ni siquiera un mísero eco
En mis sueños donde solo hay tinieblas
Vives tú mi fiel compañero
Amigo y amante

Ojala que ya no te sintiera en mis labios
Tu seco sabor a amargura
Fiel compañero como borrar tus besos opacos
Ojala pudiera ahogarte en el océano de mis tristeza

Dime, ¿Por qué no te quieres marchar de este cuerpo enflaquecido?
Donde no hay un arco iris
Donde toda ilusión ha desaparecido
Y como hacerles entender que aquí no encontraran un padre nuestro

¿Por qué de una vez no me arrancas el corazón?
Y como un ladrón desesperado róbate mis memorias
Hermosas joyas que estas matando
Arráncame la vida y el alma pero ya no me dejes sufrir más

Tu voz es como el filo de un cuchillo que penetra hasta el fondo de mi corazón

Y ahora desfavorecida por la vida
Finalmente me doy por vencida
Mi amor, esperanza y sutileza
Han desaparecido
Dolor, ¿ hoy te das por vencido?

Solitude
I wish I could no longer feel
In the sadness of my heart
I would find no pain

Pain has been my constant companion
My best friend and lover
Pain in my hear you always remain

Pain I have you tattooed on my skin
And in my sad eyes it never stops raining
I do not want to feel the bitter taste of your nectar

And hopefully you would vanish from the emptiness of my dreams
Where there is not even a meager living echo
In my dreams where there is only darkness
you will live as my faithful companion
friend and lover

Hopefully I’ll no longer feel your dry bitter taste
on my lips
I want to forget your opaque kisses my faithful companion
I wish I could drown in the ocean of my sadness

Tell me, why you don’t want to go from this emaciated body?
Where there is not a rainbow
Where all hope is gone
How to make them understand that here they will not find a lord’s prayer

Why don’t you pluck my heart at once
and as a desperate thief steal my memories,
the beautiful jewelry, that you are killing
Tear this heart apart but don’t let me suffer any more

Your voice is like a knife blade that penetrates to the bottom of my heart

And with this solitary life
Finally I give up
My love, hope, and gentleness are gone
Pain, will you give up today?
 Oct 2013 Isabel Maree
Tom Orr
Storm
 Oct 2013 Isabel Maree
Tom Orr
The wild jazz solo of the oscillating wind,
tossing the great waters,
out-singing the sheer sighs of the unruly sea.
The clouds dressed grey, in mourning
the sun will peek
only to be swallowed by fishermen's mist.
Flickering bolts greet thunder rolling
with unchallenged prevalence,
shaking the Earth into fear.

Nature's response.
 Oct 2013 Isabel Maree
Ann Rachel
Walls surround her, they suffocate
In her veins, she feels hate.
The truth is forged, the lies a refuge
From her pain, there is no rescue.

Shadows bind her, they make her anew
The penalty never paid, now overdue.
She walks with charm, takes your hand.
In her eyes, the darkness stands.

Captivated by her every stride;
Thy heart goes on its very own ride.
In her mirth you find rage,
Go through every sorrowful stage.

She looks upon you, eyes void of essence.
The air grows violent, upon her presence.
She casts you into a dream
Of all we see and seem.

She buries her secrets inside your soul,
Upon you, she now has hold.
Her calm breaks away.
You were led astray.

Pain spirals into your being.
She feeds off the unseen.

Treachery, fear.
So very far, yet near.

At wake, altruistic you feel.
Filled with light, on your knees you kneel.
What she has done to you; comprehend
She was, after all, your friend.

Ripped out thy pain
Although none for her to gain.
An act of kindness she showed
Carried your burden, took your load.

Oh ‘twas cruel yet not.
For you, she fought.
Love, she formed from hate
For thy agony to abate.
 Oct 2013 Isabel Maree
Showman
He opens his Star Wars: A New Hope lunch box
Inside a hippies dream.
**** in baggies that have the superman symbol
And Batman symbol on them
Tabs of LSD
And molly.
Hunter S. Thompson would have a field day

©Gambit '13

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