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The active night walkers shift through my uneasy mind,
as I toss and turn in response to this torment,
I know there is a hidden message I have to find.

So I dig a little deeper,
and read between the lines,
while visions of dark strangers crawl through my head.
I feel anxious,
as though the whole world has been placed in an arena,
and I am centre stage,
dellusionally unaware
that I am tucked up in bed.

Am I dreaming this horror because I fear it will be a reality?
Do dreams really have any ambiguous meaning,
or are they just a fatality.

This man I fear,
is faceless and nowhere near,
and yet I feel his cold and harrowing breath down my neck,
and alarm bells screaming in my scull,
like music for a madman.

I am suddenly captured by this demonic creature,
but cannot inform you,
of anymore than that.
As I have awoken from my slumber,
I shake and tremble with sheer terror,
because there is a face at the window.
And it wants to come in.

So I turn on my light,
and brace myself for the sight,
of a possessed shadow figure from ****,
for tonight, I know
I will go dancing with the devil.
What a beautiful dream
our eyes were locked
into each other's
our hearts were beating
at the same bit
our minds were just thinking
about the past
how glad we were
we could be together
in the same dream
memories of yesterday
the best of all the things we did
we were smiling
I can't even describe what I felt holding your hand
touching your face looking you
in the eyes
talking with no words
reaching your soul and mine
a beautiful dream is stored somewhere in my mind
I will keep it there until I am ready
to say Goodbye....

Author: Gary Zambrano
through the streets and column cracks
culture weaves and summer smacks
sacred figures, holy shrine
monastery in grand design

cathedrals, convents, heaven’s stars
god of neptune, god of mars
doge’s palace, alley ways
gondolier on full display

winged lions on pastel breeze
cicada singing from the trees
pillar walk of saint mark's square
basilica in all its flare

crosses shade the carousel
a bridge of sigh that leads to ****
golden stairs on placid ridge
arches of rialto bridge

torcello! murano! grigio!
the countess rides the river poe!
sins of seven, fiery hides
poplars bank the levee side

black plague, attila the ***
eden formed before the sun
paradise above the marsh
high alter, gothic arch

middle age, religious wars
celestial fountains, marble floors
sculpted peacock, catholic faith
all is true the great god saith
You wanted me,
because you were spoilt for choice
and soon recognised
that I was the only "off limits" one.
You had it all
and yet you wanted more.
Apparently
having the world at your feet
isn't enough
And you needed space too.
I was the forbidden fruit
and it drove you crazy
because all of the other fruits were dry and plain
or at least so you THOUGHT
but how were you to know?
because you never ACTUALLY
took the time to understand
JUST how special
each and every one of those unique tasting fruits
were like.
You just wanted what you couldn't have,
And overlooked
and didn't appreciate
what you DID have.
The only downer
on all those fruits
that you had in the palm of your hand,
Is that they were blind with delusion,
Because if they opened their eyes
they would see,
That you are the most rotten fruit on the earth.
Just imagine all of the capitals In italics please thanks.
He was an ocean of darkness.
And within that ocean were few,
very few,
Specks of light.
I love the way the sand feels sifting through my fingers
I love the way the fresh grass feels beneath my toes
I love the way the sun sinks as it sets
I love how the breeze explores through my clothes
I love the way the water cleanses my mind and body
I love the way the fire swishes with delicacy

I love how when I laugh,
my body gets overwhelmed by a happiness too great for even words to explain
I love how every person is unique and there is only one of each
I love how people can accept other people's imperfections and treat them as if they're perfect anyway
I love how that man just gave up his seat on the bus and how selfless people can be
I love how our brains excel and excel and everyday we grow stronger
I love how the heart can break time after time, and still offer the opportunity for it to get broken yet again.

I love it when you can see the golden speck in an ocean of darkness
I love it when I can scream and sing, and spread my wings, like I'm the only one here in my world
I love it when I look into his eyes and see what's behind them;our future
I love it when I am feeling so on top of the world,
that I could defeat anything bad to come my way,
With only my own strength
I love it when I am around someone and feel so safe,
It's like it would be impossible to hurt me.
i LOVE It when I take a step back from the chaos and see the beauty in this world.
This was just a post of my respect that I have left for the world.
We have come too far she said,
too late to get back together,
But is it?

Been 9 months 9 days since we broke-up,
****** of me to let you go,
But my love for you has never been low,
Same feelings ,same me
but it's not the same you,
We have come too far she said.
Have we really?

You got a new bf ,
I am still alone ,
Not because I have no options,
But they don't make me feel the way that you do.

I accept my mistake yes i do .
Deep inside I am still waiting for you,
We have divine connection yes it's true,
My heart still groan ,
When I miss your skin and bone.
It's too late she said .
But is it?

YES it is,
I have tried enough,
I have cried enough,
It's time to let you go.
accepting you ain't coming back.
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