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  Dec 2014 M Tamura
Mike Hauser
we find ourselves as prisoners
a fact there's no denying
we have to blame, nobody else
on whom we are relying

the curtain call we all must bow
shadows of tomorrow
turn the page we know it well
the author of our sorrows

step from the path into this place
we bow our heads as we say grace
the past our present we can't erase
the future tense that we will make
Today will be my last day on all social media till early Feb. Deep inside I always feel the need to escape the ******* that they have placed on me due to my own weakness. I'll be back...
  Dec 2014 M Tamura
Soham Chakraborty
‘Arson’,
Cries the enslaved gunpowder path ,
That bridged our realms , of love and lust;
For beyond the rubbles , of Cupid’s wrath,
We are but orphan specks of dust.

So now,
Dwell we in the realms ,of those forgotten,
And to every legend , vanquished by rust,
Remind with verses bold , bitter but seldom rotten,
That We are but orphan specks of dust .

For every silent ballad
Raging in distant lands ;
For  every broken dream
Swallowed in temporal sands;
For  every dewdrop that will never burst ;
We are but orphan specks of dust .
Beholden.
I am for a tainted past.
Years of scars.
Inwardly vast.
Recollected memories so brawn.
In my dreams.
They will never be gone.
At a time..
Feeling worthless...
Knowing now.
A test..
A test of hidden purpose.
Purpose that has given me preparation.
Inspiration.
Determination.
Motivation for a delightful future is now my affixation.
I am..
Beholden.
  Dec 2014 M Tamura
Daniel Tabone
I searched for you all my life,
Tried to take you as my wife;

As wild as a tiger,
As fierce as a gale,
Tried to tame you,
To no avail;

Gave you my heart,
Gave you my mind,
You wanted none,
Of what I provide;

You ran away,
I let you slip,
You left me alone,
Biting my lip;

My journey proceeds,
Searching without rest,
I never waver,
From my quest;

Looking around like a bee,
On the search for honey;
love   lonely   hurt   cold   angry   heart-broken
M Tamura Dec 2014
How many times did slow words drip
Sweetly, quite lovingly like honey from your lips
The words I could catch, I ate them up with a kiss
There were many from daydreaming, I  did miss
Added up like taffy and getting more sticky as time moved
We've become bound, entangled in words unproved
Lashing out, pointing fingers, who made this mess?
Both shamed to blame for not giving our best
  Dec 2014 M Tamura
Curing
Oh, what a gift,
...Stopping time's flow.
Just to hold you forever,
...Without letting go.

...Racing and burning,
...Forever returning,
...I loved you each day sure as the Sun loves to fly.
...Rising to Day.
...Falling to Night.
...Forever returning,
...Till the day I should die.

Yes, a gift and a curse,
...Our lives but a verse,
...We dance through the stars, as around us they burst.

A bleeding heart,
A world apart,
By sunsets final glow.

Loves tender fruit,
Pure to the root,
Deep in my heart you sow.

Through misty mornings clouding sight,
Through frozen winter rain.
I know tis true...
it beats for you...
my heart and all its pain.
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