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 Sep 2016 Laurent
Mysidian Bard
Accept no limits
And we'll shine like the diamonds
That our tied hands mine
 Sep 2016 Laurent
LifeBeauty13
I chase her,but I need her to catch me
finish this dastardly deed
Hopelessness you work in the Art of killing faith
Naked my soul should be so I can bathe
looking to hope so she can set me free
the sun rising,mooning dancing,my heart allowed to be
One with creation,living my very best
not one with exhaustion driving me to my endless test
Where is my freedom, find and fight to hold on to peace
where my mind is open for any demon to lease
Find my armor,need my shield,wield my sword
losing even one drop of blood I cannot afford
Am I the player of this endless game
Just tired of the fighting,but I must,to breathe the breath of the sane
I get so tired.
He taught romance at college
She craved an iota of love from him
He dug her on nights of his choice
She echoed a deep pleasured noise
He had soon enough of her
She thought of ways to retain him
He found an admirer from his romance class
She slowly sank into depression
He pretended she didn't exist
She ceased in his nightly need
He ******* in a new romance
She broke her ties with acid.
30 years and I had to get this out of my head
 Sep 2016 Laurent
Kishamore
Sometimes
painful memories are
the beautiful demons
that entice
our mind and heart
at the same time..

They hurt
our breaths intensely
and makes life
little unbearably difficult.

But
sometimes
they're also
the delightful angels
that helps you
to get through
the ultimate phase of
transformation in life.

So
"revere the pain,
and
honor the memory..."


© Kishamoe
 Sep 2016 Laurent
Lina
Love is the sting of salty tears
In a still gaping wound.
I know because memories still linger...
I buried everything else with you.

The taste of blood
On our tongues after the fight...
The reason why they didn't know
What this addiction was like.

How much would we get by with?
How often? For how long?
Shield up, prepare for the storm.
It came after every calm.

We passed the point of no return.
You got the whips and canes.
Started with pleasure, ended with pain.
Passion goes both ways.
 Sep 2016 Laurent
AC
I wonder
 Sep 2016 Laurent
AC
I wonder
I wonder why
I wonder why I feel at ease

I wonder again

I wonder  what
*
I wonder what’s with you

I wonder, cause I can't help it
I wonder *how

I wonder how feelings escalated this fast

I wonder with all of these adverbs but I've got no answer. And then, I find myself asking
"Are you the one or are you the next to break my heart?"
 Sep 2016 Laurent
Traveler
Surely
I am but a wisp of smoke
Swirling boundless
To and fro

Out of the fire
A non-corporeal host

Stinging eyes
Burning nose
Cough me out
Or start to choke

Surely
I am but a wisp of smoke

Another cloud
Another soul
Into thin air
Watch me flow

Out the window
And down the road!

Surely I was
A wisp of smoke...
My avatar wrote this poem.
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