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I'm locked in.
I'm scratching to get out,
No one can hear me.
No one can hear me shout.

I'm locked in,
In a three dimensional cell,
Where no one comes to visit.
No one comes to help.

I'm locked in
and only I can set me free,
You've got the invisible lock,
I've got the invisible key,

Im locked in
and only I can see,
If I want to get out,
I just have to be me.
~~♡~~♥~~♡~~


"Hush little baby, don't you cry,
mama's here for you only
and tomorrow she will buy
all the pretty little ponies

black and brown
tan and roan
all the pretty little ponies"

lullaby sung by my mother
when I was a child



there I lay
at end of the day
safe in my mother's arms
she had a voice
so soft and low
I succumbed to its charms

I don't remember
her grey eyes
so full of care and pain
I recall her dear soft breast
and those sweet refrains

later on in life I found
she was very ill
mood swings plagued her
all her days
and then they had no pill.

she was not a
stable mom
she was always up or down
but she tried the best she could
when she was around

I won't forget her lilting voice
though she was in despair
she made those ponies
twirl and dance
to show her child

she cared.


soulsurvivor
2/7/2015
My mom has not been feeling well.
If you are of a mind,
please pray for her.

Thanks

~~♡~~♥~~♡~~
You are...
Everything
I ever wanted in a lover
The best friend I've ever had
The dream I've dreamt since childhood
The fantasy of perfection
Always and forever
Forever and always
Timeless
Ageless
Eternal
...and mine
2715
To the Him who loves Her
 Feb 2015 Jennifer Humphrey
Holly
Cuts heal,
The memories stay,
Scars fade,
But i'm not okay.
---

Some people are diamonds
Some people are stones
Some people are skulls
and some just bones

Some people are spiders
Some are flies
Some are snakes who
Hypnotize

Some people are roads
And some are ruts
Some people are vinyl
Who stick to your ****

Some people are weeds
Some are heather
Some people are just plain
nasty weather!

But you? You're special.
One of a kind
I love your poetry
Love your mind

There are many metaphors
Yes It's true.
But only one poetfriend...

... and that would be YOU!


SoulSurvivor
2/7/2015
Actually this is for ALL my friends
here. You're my superheros!
Emergent through emotion
In a sychophantic way,
Thrilling through my system
In recall of teaching’s fray.
Those years of inspiration
As an aspirant of they…
That concrete mass of youthfulness
Wherein I spent my day.

Each hour of nervous questing,
Each confrontation stored,
Each shred of indignation
When the master plan proved flawed.
Through gyroscopic reason,
Through footless halls of pain,
An exultation’s bright explosion
When that child said... “Please explain?’

And the myriad of starburst
When the sky came crashing down
When, as if, by touch of magic….
Realisation there…profound!
From within that mass of granite-ness
Poured enlightenment as gold
And hot jewels of satisfaction
Flowed within this soul… untold.

M.
The years spent teaching hard country kids in a rural backwater high school were the most satisfying, rewarding working time of my life.
M.
Gentle in these halls of time
Soft images to reminisce,
Soft memories so clandestine
Of ruby, red sweet lips to kiss.
Reminisce within your smile
That incandescent way you had,
The laughter in a bubbling stream
Of light and shadow playing sad.
Softness of your auburn hair
Sparkle in your flashing eyes
Green to turquoise, fathoms deep
Causing me, again, surprise.
Love so fresh, so new, so pure
To overburden such as I
With expectation's cold collapse
That one, so beautiful, did cry.

When you left the singing died
Pastel colour turned to grey,
Deep inside I turned to stone
As reminiscence slid away.

Ruby red, we turned to stone
As reminiscence bled the day.
M.
When incandescent, young love abruptly ends,,,the fallout lasts a lifetime.
M.
When I was young I
thought the universe was small
so there I was, the nucleus,
the centre of it all.

As I grew I quickly learned the terrifying truth,
that there was more beyond the walls that held our weathered iron roof.
Then life became restricted to a handful of fleeting years,
to piece together meaning from a head full of ideas.

So lets go outside,
discover the world
There’s really no time to hide
beneath the covers my girl
To hell with the plan,
let’s just be young while we can


Floating back and forth between reality and dreams
Where anything is possible and not quite what it seems
As we attempt to recreate something so pure from what has been
We lament how much the worlds become so polluted and obscene

We fought so hard to have you not considering the cost
on more than one occasion felt that all our hope was lost
Then I witnessed an event that took me right back to the start
A picture on a screen of a tiny beating heart

So lets go outside,
discover the world
There’s really no time to hide
beneath the covers my girl
To hell with the plan,
let’s just be young while we can


Do dreamers ever dare to dream we all must say goodbye?
people just don’t care, it seems, so why the hell should I?
yet my silent trepidation tries to cling to every day
and the more it does, the more each slips away..

Late one night I held you, wide eyes surveying the room
Through space so vast, compared with the enclosure of the womb
Now I can’t wait to show you everything that lays beyond the door
your life is just beginning and there’s so much to explore

So lets go outside,
discover the world
There’s really no time to hide
beneath the covers my girl
To hell with the plan,
let’s just be young while we can



(C) bazookio 2014
For my amazing resilient wife, hilariously imaginative daughter,
and those involved in making the IVF process successful :)
I wake to find
An aching in the grey
My plans in disarray

My peace of mind
Shattered by the fray
A scene from yesterday

Callow and kind
Innocent and blind
Reason enough to stay

So far behind
Intention lost in time
Now too afraid to stray

Set me free - set me free
Set me free - set me free
been such a long time coming
I forgot that I've been running

Set me free - set me free
Set me free - set me free
I've no desire to stay
so i'm stepping out to find a better way


So sick and tired
Of all that is mundane
Numbing out my brain

Unable to explain
Confined to single lane
Borderline insane

I’ll shed my skin
stop sinking in the shame
of my alleged sin

so stretched and thin
can’t wait to leave
but where do I begin?

Set me free - set me free
Set me free - set me free
been such a long time coming
I forgot that I've been running

Set me free - set me free
Set me free - set me free
I've no desire to stay
so i'm stepping out to find a better way


A twinge of excitement, unfamiliar and queer
begins to escalate, and weaken my knees
I feel it spread beneath my bodies veneer
taking control like a delightful disease

Pretty soon I’m overcome by the feeling
of an electrifying sense of unease
with every sense within writhing and reeling
I get up and start to reach for my keys

My luck is changing, and its hard to explain
the little trickle is becoming a flood
I start to let go of the heartache and pain
The very thought begins to quicken my blood

No longer brittle, strong enough to spurn - my
loathsome memories evaporate fast
So with a smile upon my face I turn
and raise my finger in salute to the past

Set me free - set me free
Set me free - set me free
been such a long time coming
I forgot that I've been running

Set me free - set me free
Set me free - set me free
I've no desire to stay
so i'm stepping out to find a better way


(c) bazookio 2014
Have a listen to this wee tune for yourself -
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2IUfoIVpc-s
(copy + paste link)
would love to hear what you think.

Sung by the ridiculously enchanting voice of Kelly Baigent.
Bass strings plucked by the very fingers of Garreth Smith himself.
 Feb 2015 Jennifer Humphrey
Helen
I wish the world
would just *******
and stop trying to **** me
Stop trying to shovel
mountains of *******
into holes
that were never meant
to be
Why can't it point it's tongue
and kiss my ****
in a nice way
I'm so tired of being shackled
over a jagged rock
and pounded like
a piece of lifeless clay
I wish most would
just ******* get lost
so I wouldn't have to
shoot 'em dead
and leave their maggot
infested corpses
where they lay
*inside my ****** up head
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