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 Jan 2013 Kat Phifer
Erin Lewis
I don't believe in religion
I think it's just another label
I believe in a different God

I believe in the wind
Running through the trees
To rustle the leaves
I believe in the sun
Shining through the rain
Nourishing the golden grains
I believe in the waves
Chasing me across the shore
Till my heart starts to soar
I believe in butterflies
And daffodils
I believe in all the beauty in this world

I believe in the God who gave me my Name
The God who created music
The God who wove words into being
The God who gave me my voice to share the beauty of these
My God is Beauty
And only she gives me hope
Bad dreams in my eyes, made the bartender think,
I was stone drunk,
I told him, "I've just begun, nowhere there"
the girl between us, sitting quiet on a bar stool, was not mine.
Her gaze seized me like a hug,
the room quickly got warm, I felt

"He'll be OK when his pain is subdued" she said.
I just believed her words and said a wordless "Yes"
The changing of the
colors of the leaves is the
most beautiful thing.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
 Sep 2012 Kat Phifer
Lucy Tonic
Stop the seasons
Halt the pain
It’s not your fault it rains
In her bedroom
But dysfunction needs a shepherd
She never meant to agitate
Love’s dark sisters
But they stole all her weapons
Bound to the bricks by a kiss
And a head wound
Once you feel the drowning
You’ll always be beneath
 Sep 2012 Kat Phifer
manju sober
I am depressed.
It happens once in a while.
I can see it coming.
Like dark clouds reaching my piece of the sky.
They roll and thicken and cover the entire sky.
Distant thunders and pale lightnings peep through them.
I suffocate and long for a rain.
Oh how I wish the rain just splash out of it.
And wash away all the anguish with it.
I  love that rain!
Rain of my own tears.
And the relief after the rain.
Like meek sunrays slowly spreading in.

Some tell me to fight it off.
Some tell me to pray it off.
Some tell me to work it off.
Some tell me to sleep it off.
Some tell me to write it off.
Oh! but the ecstacy is to cry it off!
For little they all know about my anguish.
I have tried in vain to explain and sealed it in.
Like the drop of rain in the oyster of my heart.
One day it was destined to turn into a pearl.
Behold! My beautiful pearl!
My Anguish!
Finally versified!
His poem made some one insane, it was alleged,
they took him out from his hideout and chained,
"Insane with pleasure, remembering soul's eternal mate" he said,*
they joked with him and danced; laughed all the way to jail.
 Sep 2012 Kat Phifer
CharlesC
there are many on record
the caves
the tunnels
the blinding light..
a hesitation
on the line
between life and death..

so many forms of death
each with corresponding life
these deaths
a passing of day into night
a passing storm
dark passages
each exhalation..

in each of these
a transition is reached
life and death not distinguished
the tunnel becomes
is the light..
so we read the reports
awakening
to life's primary
signal...
image @ polarityinplay.blogspot.com
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