Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
 Jul 2014 Luna
Miranda Renea
I close my eyes and see city lights
Intertwined with vines;
Flowers underscore pavement,
Life in matrimony with death and
All the beauty in between.
 Jul 2014 Luna
Miranda Renea
I lost my innocence
Beside railroad tracks
And learned my love
Of - why? - when I
Watched the train go by.
 Jul 2014 Luna
Miranda Renea
My pap saw ghosts
The night he died.
I stood in his old boots
One year later, and learned
A subtle love of power
With fire, fire, *fire
 Jul 2014 Luna
Miranda Renea
Sometimes I find myself lost
Hush, my love, hush
In the thoughts of others and
It isn't long now
I find I fall in love with 4 AM
For soon the birdies wake
Whose silent voice does speak
And the moon must partake
And sing the gentle songs of sleep
*In his final, lonely bow
 Jul 2014 Luna
Miranda Renea
The idle ghosts of innocence
Dance sweetly in a silhouette of sun;
Teasing tiny palms, they shimmer
As tempting gold specs of treasure,
And as he plants these small seeds
I sometimes sense Time seethe --
*Fickle is man if he cannot see,
Of remembrance, dust is currency!
 Jul 2014 Luna
PrttyBrd
Subsistence
 Jul 2014 Luna
PrttyBrd
In the wee hours of nothing
We exist as ourselves
Too tired for delusions
Too asleep to lie
Too awake to dream
Unintentionally
We are our unfiltered selves
Content to just be...
In the wee hours
071114
 Jul 2014 Luna
Poetic T
I speak to the mountains,
SOFTLY
I tell them of my troubles,
They seem to be blown away
In to the clouds,
I do from time to time
Shouts words, from up high,
Bellow them out loud,
In to the mountains
And away in to the sky,
The one I love to come
Back is the sound of
The mountains speak,
I shout with all my might
I LOVE YOU
Because they never judge,
They listen to what I say in
Happiness,
Sadness,
Joy,
And laugh,
And the echo comes full swing
**WE LOVE YOU RIGHT BACK..
 Jul 2014 Luna
PrttyBrd
Cudgelled
 Jul 2014 Luna
PrttyBrd
Sweetness be ******
I'm dancing in hell
Dipping my feet in the sea of souls
Breathing in the scent of deadly sins
Slow and tender long faded past
Slapped to the precipice with a pendulum of flesh
As the sacred dagger of life
Stabs bouts of ecstasy
To the hilt
Hammer of the Gods
And all is right in the world
6/29/14
 Jul 2014 Luna
Tyler Cobain
Sitting in a moon lit field
In my hands, the future I yield
I've got a personal stationary kit
Cross legged I sit
Swallowing stables to repair my inner self

Am I to be martyred?

Sitting in a moon lit field
In my hands, the future I yield
I've got a personal stationary kit
I'm in a panic, my heart's edging its final fit
Cross legged I sit
With a scissors I cut off my rough edges

Am I to be martyred?

Sitting in a moon lit field
In my hands, the future I yield
I've got a personal stationary kit
In my head I feel this is it
Using a ruler to guide my knife
Blood falls like a liquid hour glass ending my life

I can't be who I have to be
My aspirations far outweigh my ability
My motivation is hindered by my stupidity

I'm sick of the annual near life experience

Depression is the zeitgeist of our generation

Correct me if I'm wrong

Sitting in a moon lit field
In my hands, the future I yield
I've got a personal stationary kit
I try to hot clue my memories
The fondest, I fear, aren't even true

I feel like I'm being eaten alive
I'm a lobster in a *** slowly being boiled
My claws are being torn from me
My very soul being soiled
My heart is still beating
My legs are being ripped from my rife carcass
I cry louder than I ever thought possible
Still breathing I am in gross darkness
My eyes feel like they're going to bleed
My tail is ripped from me
I wish I could plea
But I'm just one
I'm just me

Sitting in a moon lit field
In my hands, the future I yield
I've got a personal stationary kit
But I will share
Next page