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By what means must you be drunk
To find yourself face first with a pink trunk

In the midst of the night
When things arent quite right

The moon seems to get a little nearer
And your eyes no longer see much clearer

Your stomach does trapeze tricks
While your feet wobble on tall sticks

It can be quite a fright
When u see that strange sight

Of things that shouldnt, that suddenly are
And surely pink pachyderms qualify as bazar

Especially when one is holding the moon
Dragging it along like some silver balloon

Barely thinking this devil's drink has me out done
But it didnt seem right this shifty elephant on the run

Finally leaving with a huff and shocked i must admit
Seeing that the elephant didnt even have a 'moon transfer' permit
 Nov 2015 Maman Screams
Bree Anna
Sometimes I just want to lock the door
I want to fall to the floor
Shut my eyes
Where I see no light

Hidden in the darkness
I find myself
I need help

I am the one
To help myself
Escape my mind
Finally break inside

Let all things go
Escape the lies
Believe in myself
I’ll heal with time
April 2013
Learning from your past is way better than just forgetting it..
You're not a child for people to babysit..
those lessons will help you when you'll think that the only way out is to quit..

The correct formula to success was,is and will always remain hard work..

Bring your dreams to life..
or continue to live your life on the edge of a knife..

Live your everyday life with the lessons of yesterday..
-Sharvish
Many think that forgetting the past is better..but forgetting it will mean making the same mistakes again..
 Sep 2014 Maman Screams
La Mer
Like morning shine, I creep through windows
And expose my internal rays
Am I to cure this heavy sadness,
Or remain blank in all of my ways?

Shall I heal the broken,
Words brand new with courage,
Or repeat those that have already been spoken?

Is the this job of plenty,
This journey that tramples my ears
Or a timeless piece of evidence,
That my life will see too many years?
A universe caught in it's own diversity
like the wings of a butterfly
severed off during it's flight.
And as the Fall becomes apparent,
the leaves find changing colors a bit too
dramatic.
A melodic song, sung in the key of
freezing temperatures
but is longing its dear, blanc
sitting on the pavement.  
A restless change in winds,
like a wave colliding into the equator.
A world too predictable,
like a dandelion
loosing all of its wishes.

But your voice grows flowers,
your eyes rip me apart,
almost like a ray of sun
hitting ice, and not becoming another
element.
Your heart takes me in one,
and starts to feed.
Your body is the source of life,
like a newly-wed spring leaf.  
And I've never been more okay
.
 Sep 2014 Maman Screams
Unwanted
Secrets are always better when you have someone to share them with
To the girl with a secret, and is afriad to tell, no matter what you say I will always love you
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