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.I've seen many foretold stories. Some chapters closed, some still open!!! Unheard, and outspoken I marvel the tinkeries ahead! A crown of thorns on this head!!!!

I feeleth it all coming to its haulting stop, wherein this nothing wilt be naught and yea will be nea. Live for tomorrow, die today said musicians who get payed for sympathy...

Mourn me and miss me, thou haveth thy day long chance. For I'll be at the dance swaying positively in manic mode!

A foolish happy soul!!!!

Hahaha I'll Trip across mine own feet, I'll loosen these teeth and bite into farland fruits!!! Bare feet smashing Rebirth's roots! For all come back unnaturally
The *** of rot
I've been simmering
Was embroiled to the boil
You tried to remove the heat
And appallingly scalded
Your chest and face
As my
Water supplies are
Surprisingly small
I have little to go on
but potluck
and recall
 Jun 2015 kayy katrice
Madeysin
Falling asleep to passing headlights, sangria in my mind. Your head in my lap, your fingers laced in mine. Another mans hoodie, propped against my head. His scent put me to bed not you. I wish beyond the sound of squealing tires, and back road drives. I fell asleep too soon.
Thy greatest poets
Aren't the one's who put all their money into their work's,
The greatest poets
Art the ones who art poor
With no loot
Not putting their work out there
Just writing poems in a secret notebook
For their eyes only!!!
 Jun 2015 kayy katrice
RH 78
Why do the most important words, get the least attention?
 May 2015 kayy katrice
Keva Minus
God will kiss away those silent tears.
He will embrace you with his promise.
And in this time of trouble, He is the arms that cradle your heart. He is the breeze that will cool your soul and bring you peace.

Your prayers have been answered before they left the earth. He hears the broken you. Your heart is heavy, it will dance like a feather. You will see! You'll be light as a feather!

God Knows,
God Knows,
And he shall fix it Darling.
My Mom Had a stroke, I'm praying for her recovery. My heart is heavy.
By: Keva Minus ©
In this darkness I rest in this solemn fate

This empty space surrounded by hate

No peace, no serenity, no salvation

No hope, no love, no solution



Unaware if my eyes are closed or open

With A heart, battered, bruised and swollen

The walls are closing, I feel constricted

Words like brail are all encrypted



I clenched my hands till it bled

From hurtful words often said

A mouth, dry like the dessert sand

filled With spoken words that none understand



“Help!” I screamed, “Get me out of here!

save me from this dread and fear!”

But nobody answers, nobody cares

No sense in yelling, if nobody’s there



I wish I could cry, but my eyes wouldn't allow

I didn't know about this up until now

as the dust chokes me like the hands of death

Yet I still live, gasping for my breath
like a story that finished with lose ends

cuts like a knife with a wound to mend

one thousand nights with tears falling

with only one name that he is calling



in the middle of the dark all on his own

the memories flashes back in a mellow tone

with every beat that synch with his pain

a bitter sweet symphony inside remains



with all his might he lets it go

like a water fall he lets it flow

there's no easy way out from this predicament

nothing else will work.. not even a replacement



as time passed by he realized all this

all is worth it even if sometimes you miss

for the pain he feels will soon subside

and look for that happiness he once found inside



so he closed his eyes and said these words

"nothing else is more important in this world

but to keep pushing forward and to be free.

once I lived for you...  now I live for me"
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