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 Jan 2013 kdugan
RL
The Empty Stage
 Jan 2013 kdugan
RL
Billowing in the breeze
They swirl around her like
Scarlet wisps of smoke
She grips them forcefully
And turns and turns.
Turning Turning
Turning.
Faster
Faster Faster.
Her eyes bear straight
Wide and hollow
They cannot mask her fear.
Turning Turning
Turning.
Round and Round
and Round.
Everything becomes a flicker to her.
And she becomes a flicker to everything.
Flicker Flicker
Flicker.

And then the smell of iron.
A cry of pain.
A burnt-out candle.
 Jan 2013 kdugan
Sami
Feel free to constrict me
Steal my last breath,
Strike at me and
Wrap around me
When I least expect it.
Warm scales on my trembling skin
I promise it won't hurt.
I want it so bad.
 Jan 2013 kdugan
mads
drink to your teeth and sweat,
i'll drink to the bruises you built
pray to the flesh you tore
cigarette ashes settle on your eyes
You'll drown, you'll drown
this is your demise.

burns stay
and not all scars are my own.
every droplet of wine
spat in my face,
every knuckle
that broke a bone.
you let him leave.

but i made you watch,
i made you watch me walk away.
Writing doesn't come easy to me anymore, theres been a shift inside my brain and I can't seem to mend it. Enjoy I suppose.
 Jan 2013 kdugan
jeffrey conyers
In church, we are told to enter into his house with thanksgiving.
Give him praise.
Which is the way we should greet each morning.
When we awake.

In church, we are sermonized to let no foe control your soul.
Some people lives for it.
Some even breathe for it.

In church, we are preached to connect to the lord.
Through prayers.
Through holding hands.
Through the best way you feel you can.

Let our flesh become one.
As some speaks in tongue.
As we acknowledge the Wonderful One.

In church, we lock our problems out.
In church, many have found a saving spouse.
Oh, the power of the word.
If you listen to the message being spread.
 Jan 2013 kdugan
Jae Elle
I remember you were
calm
once the ashes were
long gone
& I never gave notice
'cause all I ever noticed was
all wrong

worn out matchbooks
& wildfire eyes
steadily fixed upon the glow
I've come to borrow
from the
sky

I'll find rest in my
burdens
I'll find vitality in my
fate
& the air you've lent to my
aching lungs
is the life I shall
create
 Jan 2013 kdugan
Caytlin Rae
Cashing in your years for tears,
Is that the way to live?
Living in a state of hate,
With so many to forgive…
Judging others for their flaws,
While you, yourself are a fake.
While you hold yourself above,
We are humbled by mistakes.
You walked away and watched
As I drowned in a sinful sea
While you turned the other cheek,
He has always been there for me.
Forgiveness has been upon me,
I’ve forgiven you, as well.
Although you’ve ignored me,
He picked me up when I fell.
When hypothetical happiness
Dwells in your own personal hell,
What will it take to make you realize
That He will make you well?
I precariously teeter in the morning air...
And happen chance does find me there...
On breeze...on edge...I ride the waves...
Of sunlight through the morning haze...
In noonday's glow I drift abroad...
Subdued by warmth my spirit nod's...
I search for bliss on evenings air...
It sweeps me swiftly from my cares...
Then night sweet night extends it's hand...
Invites me to another land...
Extract the stars one by one...bundle them and I'm undone...
Lasso the moon...pull it near...
A glow that has become so Dear...
Cheek to cheek...dance of delight...
Oh how indeed I love my night...who knew that it could hold such light?
And I am now the captured one...it holds me...it's forgotten sun...
And Glow begets glow begets glow...
© Nancy McGinnis - Roberts 2013
My juxtaposition to your heart...
Just short of right and  just left of leaving...
This fascination...distant adoration...
Trailing off into the distance...despite my own persistence...going...going...gone...
You see...Yours was a velvet touch... smooth against the skin of my soul...
My lips raw from your sandpaper kiss...once riveting...
Now...  remorseful hue... morose shade of blue...defunct me and you...
My own sweet type of primal bliss...you...audaciously exist...within me...
As I the ribbon...the strand...
NO...the last straw...
Am wrapped around your finger...linger...
flail...fight...then make tight...our binding...
Intertwining...
Bound by our brittle bias...
And you... pious... feel the need to mediate...to delegate...
NO...dominate...
Our love...
You... an anomaly...of the not right variety...
Build...gather...house the mire ...selfishly... misty moments... memories
My pain protruding...while eluding...my acute identity...
Pregnant with grief...disbelief...I strain...
Laboriously to free you...
Giving birth to the rain...
of emotions...
And OUR storm rages on...
A weeping...seeping semblance of love...
Circling the drain of our destruction...
© Nancy McGinnis - Roberts 2013
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