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Jack Piatt Feb 2012
Love takes no prisoners
save one
locked alone
uncharted waters
floating fortress
non-penetrable walls
inescapable island
scribbling on the floors
undecipherable language
coded in pain
signed in bloodstain
a story of loss
of great regret
never to be freed
a sentence of life
without the arms
of my lover
no lips
kisses
or eyes
seeping into mine
none of that now
... just time
Jack Piatt Feb 2012
These scars
Are my bars
   My brains
   are chains
   My heart

    broken
Jack Piatt Feb 2012
A wintry wedding with pain
Till happiness do us part
Lifeless sentence without bail
Future repossessed
Heart for sale
Chance of rain
And it did

Every day

Of every summer
The sun landed a better gig
Left without notice
Days of grey
Sad
Cold
Wet
Nothing left

But retrospect

My hindsight is blind
A bat would do better to find
A way out of here
a place without fear
a mirror
without angry eyes
glaring back
wanting answers
reasons for lack
of luster
or failure to muster
a real charge
a shot at least
a stab
at even a glimpse
of glory
a different ending
story
a sky that doesn’t
look so stormy
just a brand new
life
waiting for me
Jack Piatt Feb 2012
He cries only for her
somewhere inside
where it always rains
absent of smiles
boundless miles
of pain
wrapped up
folded neatly
memories
like photos
fill the pages
of this secret garden
overgrown with green
no colors
light the flowers’ faces
thorns and grey
rule here
stabbing legs
and soul
as the passerby
frantically seek the sun
to no avail
emptiness lives here
love left long ago
leaving nothing
of its passing
Jack Piatt Feb 2012
Now
Boundless beginnings
     bursting into my
       Parnassian periphery
        present endless
      possibilities
Jack Piatt Feb 2012
I came out kicking I am sure

As did the *** Pistols that night

I screamed and cried

And so did Johnny Rotten

I was a newborn, new to the world

They were newly signed to a record deal

But as I lay in my mother’s arms and began to cry

They cussed on live T.V. and got cut from EMI
Jack Piatt Feb 2012
There were times when just to touch you
Would bring tears staring through
The windows of my eyes
Wanting to come out and play
Thinking better of it
Those days held power
Traces of passion left to be swept from the floor
My heart beat differently
Music held me close to its chest
Nurturing me throughout the day
And though I was pained
I was alive
Thriving with love’s essence dripping from my chin
Nothing could reach me then
The island of my being cleverly hidden
By walls of sea on every side
And I walked through your sand
Smiling in the sun
The script of love in my hand
Forbidden fruit would come to be my poison
No antidote to carry us through
Not this lifetime my sugarplum
Not this one
(c) 2010
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