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 Sep 2015 KarmaPolice
ThePoet
I looked at 
you close, 
to find you a 
stranger now
I looked at 
you closer, 
to find you 
always were 
somehow

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What's your lover done to you
Now that your worlds' are changing
She's beating up your head
Baby, where have you gone?
This just isn't you, I need you to know.

And I wonder if that's a good enough excuse
To trample on something we've nourished for so long
To destroy my stems on and on
Or if there's any excuse at all.
Oh, here we go again, here we go...

No one matches up to your dynamite
No matter what you believe
You're the only true friend
I've not got by my side these days
You know what I'm like:
Cynical, sarcastic, sometimes a little contrite
But I need you to know, this isn't my half anymore.
Just show me a little respect before you bring the tyrant around to my door...
Again...

I wonder if there's an excuse
For you to tear my limbs apart
If there's one for bringing me down
Lying on the ground,
Water dripping from my sides
While the world continues to turn.
I don't want to be the one, don't want to feel this hurt -
No excuses, no where to hide.
I need her back by my side, before the night implodes and leaves me alone.
Leaves me dry, again.
As olive or grape
So shed paired souls are threshed
Out of their bodies
 Sep 2015 KarmaPolice
Sea
is it the fear of the insecure?
longer than a year
it's been since
I cradled the old face.
I stand in the place
between knowing for certain
and being unsure.
Should I fight the urge?
Or is it time to
welcome freshness in?
You ask me what a true poet is
Do you know what I think?
There´s more to a poet
Than their tears and their ink

There is hope on that paper
With dreams in each word
You love then you hate her
Some letters are blurred

There is passion, there´s comfort
A moment preserved in time
Piece of a heart, piece of a soul
Between every line
All of the thoughts that can´t be defined

There is confusion and tension
Happy and fearful days
Not just paper and pencil
But a whole life on that page

There´s sadness, there´s strength
You live and you die
A poet feels content
But then the ink starts to dry
Last one today, promise.
My thoughts on poets, January 2014.
Copyright @ Johanna Magdalena
 Sep 2015 KarmaPolice
Dina
My key
 Sep 2015 KarmaPolice
Dina
I wish my mind was a padlock
I wish I gave you the key
So you can see for yourself
What's troubling me
Then you'd see the demons that are set free
Scary monsters, chasing me
My broken heart without defense
My crashing soul in need of help
After you've been there
I'm hoping you'll help
I'm hoping you see I break
And I melt
People say I'm a "*****"
That I'm "cold" and "selfish"
But maybe if I gave you the key...
You'd see what's hurting me.
People like to assume I'm the way I am for no reason but truth be told none of them know what's going on.
I was 18
Unfettered
Fresh faced, eager
World was mine
Life of party
Soul of clubbing
And so I drank wine

25
Treated badly
Blackened marriage
Drew the line
Parents shocked
And disappointed
And so I drank wine

32
Lost a baby
Twisted heart strings
No more chime
Shadows fell
Another heartbreak
And so I drank wine

39
Working hard
Breaking boundaries
Nows my time
To then discover
I'm just a number
And so I drank wine

42
Love of life came
New beginnings
Feeling fine
But the habits
Setting in now
And so I drank wine

51
What can change
Drinking daily
Not a crime
Till my doctor
At a checkup
Tells me straight
Down the line
One more drop
You'll be gone
Your glass empty
Before your time
And I wonder
Do I care?
And so I drank wine
(This isn't about me - well not yet anyway!)
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