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 Feb 2017 K M M
Stephen Norton
Trance
Enchantress
Take a chance tonight

Grasses bend and wave
Smoke plays with the moon
That light coming through
From where its arms can’t reach
Gray and blue

God has lit a trillion candles
Flames flicker off the mantle
The scent of wood perfumes
While its warmth consumes

Under cover
Where skin slides so smooth
Whispering words
I can’t quite make from you
Something says you’re sorry
Others say I love you too

Are we dreaming?
What’s happening in this quiet room?
Laying in dark
My eyes closed
And it feels like I’m not alone

My eyes won’t open
My body can’t let it go
Just one more moment
To lay here with you
I can feel the hair
Brush across my face
I know my lips are dry
But why is it you I taste?
 Feb 2017 K M M
Scott Hamsun
People are walking down the street,
during the final apocalypse ,
radios on their big feet,
the jails are empty and all stripped,
and Micheal Moore might call it,
republicans old warship.
It's all our fault we built a world on ideas of ownership.

As the world sat there dying,
the remorseful dragon was bled,
and the leaches are all crying,
their brothers are all dead,
and I know though my silver spoon shines,
in the moonlight it turns to lead,
I sat there on the mountaintop and watched tom thumb break his leg.

The popular trend is collapsing,
the pirates are heroes too,
the tree now is alive and clapping,
what were once lies are now all true,
but ages pass and still we know ,
that every day is just a clue,
I ran across the border along with Napoleons entire crew.

The glass coffin it has a leak,
snow white is looking for love,
but all that people want is a peak,
and all she gets is mud,
behind her sunken eyes we can see,
a dam that will soon flood,
she kept it hidden long enough to water every shrub.

Everyone you knew has been abandoned,
They didn't last long on their own,
the prizes they always branded,
are gone its like they never were owned,
and even when the memory returns,
they'll just be a name on a stone.
And the people worth more than others are now just dirt and dirt alone.

Gandhi was walking his rat,
and he handed him a flower,
he said there you go Mr. diplomat,
but don't get drunk with the power,
and even with all of the things he yelled ,
the rat jumped off of the tower.
And we are now left to determine what to do in our last hour.

The ****** was again, alone,
with the memories of his father,
who was famous for many different tones,
he played while on his swather,
and he knows deep down he killed his pa,
there no excuse for hes a doctor,
and know he has to be punished so he kidnapped his own toddler.

The sideshows are all empty,
the freaks have all gone home,
the first to die are the the yetis,
the first to live are made from foam,
we remember this but forget the rest,
if we must we will build catacombs,
but be careful if you don't comply with them they'll take you up into their domes.
 Feb 2017 K M M
T R H
I can't wrap my head around why you're still with me
after I so badly ****** up
and I can't wrap my head around why
I would do such a terrible thing
to someone I so desperately love.
It terrifies me knowing I've been so confused
does that mean I don't love you
as much as I know I do?

I tend to try to wreck things when I get scared
It's always been this way
And up until now everyone
immediately headed for the hills
So I can't wrap my head around
why you chose to stay.
 Feb 2017 K M M
T R H
Just when I think I'm doing fine
living my life without you
you show up in my dreams
and I have to suppress my every urge
to drive to your house,
knock on your door
and fall to your feet.
Just when I think I'm strong
every song I hear screams your name
and I realize I'm so weak. I'm weak.
So I'm sitting here resorting to writing poems
about how much I miss you
while you're sitting less than a mile away
doing God knows what
(Oh how I wish I knew).
This is all so new to me
and I don't know what to do
because every time before this
you were always the one to leave,
not me.
 Feb 2017 K M M
T R H
Yeah, totally.
 Feb 2017 K M M
T R H
I don't miss you anymore*.
I've finally moved on
but it sneaks up on me sometimes
when I hear certain songs
and I get to thinking
of what we were,
all we had,
what we could have been,
all of our plans.
And I can't help but choke back the tears,
as I habitually sing along.
But I don't miss you anymore.
Yeah, I've finally moved on...
 Feb 2017 K M M
T R H
Most people don't know just how crippling loneliness can be
It can creep up so suddenly,
clenching its jaws so tightly,
you can't breathe.
     I can't breathe.
Oh, you think you're free?
You think you can escape so easily?
The darkness, it follows you,
swallows you.
Sure, one might argue
"But you've got great friends,
and a man that loves you..."
While all that is true,
it taunts me,
haunts me,
deep down to the bone.
I'm all alone
     I'm alone.
 Feb 2017 K M M
T R H
Who, me?
Oh, I'm doing fine.
I only close my eyes
and hope to die
every other night.

I only imagine
driving over rail road tracks
real slow
praying for impact,
every other day or so.

I contemplate taking a blade,
running it down my veins
and watching myself bleed,
only about once a week.

And don't bother asking
if you're ever on my mind
because it's barely ever.
It's just every second,
of every hour,
all the time.
 Feb 2017 K M M
ajit peter
Tears
 Feb 2017 K M M
ajit peter
Conceived from hurt
Nurtured by pain
Filled by sadness
Born in heart
Tears a call for help
May each drop of tear
Be answered
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