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 Jun 2013 Max Jones
Mahadin
Neurons  passing  the Cosmic Sting ,
Structure  Cerebral Station  in space ....
Each of her rhythmic string symphonies love ballet ,  
Heart stops bleeding hearing the tune........
Distance force brain  sent neurotransmitters ,
Thus fading away all their emotions .
Sweet memories lost in camouflage .
Separated bodies failed to collide into one soul ...
Love beyond time,  her dopamine creates bond to reactive ,
And his burning soul reenergized,  formed into pure gold, shaped into a  ring  ,
with a pink diamond as her passion holding in the middle.
The beams of light,  shines through her eyes showing right direction ,
Her every breathe flowing his pegasus through galaxies from several  light years ,
reaching the ultimate destiny,  the heart of his lost soulmate......
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 Jun 2013 Max Jones
Carl Sandburg
My head knocks against the stars.
My feet are on the hilltops.
My finger-tips are in the valleys and shores of
     universal life.
Down in the sounding foam of primal things I
     reach my hands and play with pebbles of
     destiny.
I have been to hell and back many times.
I know all about heaven, for I have talked with God.
I dabble in the blood and guts of the terrible.
I know the passionate seizure of beauty
And the marvelous rebellion of man at all signs
     reading "Keep Off."

My name is Truth and I am the most elusive captive
     in the universe.
She preserves her horrors in her bones
every detail carelessly engraved into her structure
every bump along the way creating a signature braille of her history
a silent story told by the curvature in her body
a girl crying on the inside
wheels of fake smiles and emotions move her
she is a mere puppet to a life she cannot control
the scars are too deep
she is too broken
she cannot tell her story
silenced by horror
her bones narrate.
 Oct 2012 Max Jones
Evan Backward
I was going to walk with you,
talk with you.
I was going to go with you to your car
then part ways and catch the bus.
but then you uttered those words,
"It's Fine".
all the fires of the burning hells
surrounded my heart and I could not
get away fast enough.
so I ran, tripping over limbs,  
down that hall.
I needed to scream so I burst through the double doors,
and someone was there.
so I waited.
I walked to the bus stop
and there was a couple other people there
going the same direction I planned to go.
so I waited.
I got on the bus and rode it to work, and there,
I waited.
after work I walked to the diner
which I had to visit as I hadn't been able to
Stomach
anything all day.
and I waited.
I then walked back to the bus stop
to catch the next box that could take me home.
so I sat in the cold,
and I waited.
I walked home, alone in the rain,
and I waited.
I walked up the stairs to my room,
and I waited.
I sat on my bed,
and I waited.
the rain dripped slowly from my face to the floor,
it was then that I realized that I was filthy.
so I went to get a bath
but the bath too was in need of scrubbing.
so I scrubbed it,
and I waited.
it was then that you told me
that it was because I didn't trust you.
suddenly, I didn't need to scream all that much anymore.
so I turned on the tap.
and I waited.
I can recite this speech in a different way
but it won't change what I have to say
I'll just be saying it in a foreign language
(But there's still that slight hope you find my accent attractive)
 Mar 2012 Max Jones
Alissa Rogers
In moments of my life
I lie, I do admit.
I try and guard my heart
with my rancor and my wit.

In moments of my life
I gave a piece of myself,
for nothing in turn.
There's always another woman
for whom a man's heart will yearn.

In moments of my life
I doubt I will have a one and all;
one who understands me
when I cut and when I crawl.

In moments of my life
I try and run from my fate.
Yet as I've found,
with growing dread,
I'm already too late.
This is for all the lonely souls like me.

— The End —