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 Apr 2017 J Ames
Traveler
I realize the ketchup
Is not where it belongs
And while the tooth picks
You counted are pretty much Gone
Relax my friends
HP will carry on
...
Traveler Tim
I know you don't want to hear this but
I like some of the change.
Night approached us, with a full moon.
I began to cry, and you to laugh.
Your contempt was a god, and my whinings,
a chain of doves and minutes.

Night left us. Crystal of pain
you wept for distant depths.
My sadness was a cluster of agonies,
over your fragile heart of sand.

Morning joined us on the bed,
our mouths placed over the frozen jet
of a blood, without end, that was shed.

And the sun shone through the closed balcony,
and the coral of life opened its branch,
over my shrouded heart.
I've closed my balcony
for I don't want to hear the weeping,
yet out beyond the grey walls
nothing is heard but weeping.

There are very few angels singing
there are very few dogs barking,
a thousand violins fit in the palm of my hand.

But the weeping's a dog, immense,
the weeping's an angel, immense,
the weepin's a violin, immense
the tears have silenced the wind,
and nothing is heard but weeping.
 Mar 2017 J Ames
Deadwood Haiku
you ain't right, Jimmy
lyin' causes cat **** smell
thievin' *******
 Mar 2017 J Ames
Alexandra Provan
Under the stars that knew no judgement
We danced on sands
We had forever been taught
Would burn our curious feet,
Dipped our toes into banned oceans.
Born again
Into a world without restrictions
Lifted veils on new dimensions
We had forever been taught
We were not supposed to see.

My love,
I've never felt more brave nor more proud
Swimming in these waters with you
When everything we'd ever known
Forbid all but steady ground.
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