Michael J Simpson

Michael J Simpson Nov 2017

I am a corpse when I sleep,
and rotten vines grow from my forelimbs,
reaching for an indeterminate point
somewhere in the atmosphere above me.

Nightmares reign in my dreamscapes,
green apples dripping with red poison,
my bed aflame with hellfire
and why will I not awaken?

Something dark breathes hot and heavy on my neck.
Who are you to call upon me at this godforsaken hour?

Michael J Simpson Nov 2017

The Drifter

One day I will
find my home,
and I hope
I meet you there.

Nov 2017

Dara Slick

Stranger lovers

We do not know each other,
you beautiful viewer.
You read my words and I read yours,
here you are.
You and I,
sharing intimacy over this poem.

I hope my words caress your heart,
your day,
your soul.
Take them in any way you wish,
romantically,
sensually,
friendly,
parentally,
hopefully,
any way that floats your boat.

I want you to smile,
and tear up.
Feel my words wrap around you like a hug,
you beautiful stranger.

I love that we have this,
this time and space,
so intimate.

I love you,
stranger.

I love when people read my poetry, and you deserve the best.
Send me comments, and conversational messages.
I'd love to know you.

#thank #you #love #strangers #help

Michael J Simpson Nov 2017

Who the **** Let the Cabin Boy Take the Helm?

The captain’s ill and we’re heading for rocks,
who the **** let the cabin boy take the helm?

We’re all in a panic and we’re rattling the locks,
who the **** let the cabin boy take the helm?

My god, man, we’re all going to sink,
who the **** let the cabin boy take the helm?

Davy Jones’s locker, we’re all for the drink,
who the **** let the cabin boy take the helm?

The sails are torn and the ropes are all knotted,
who the **** let the cabin boy take the helm?

The boards on the deck are all wet and rotted,
who the **** let the cabin boy take the helm?

We’re going down now, swim for the shore,
who the **** let the cabin boy take the helm?

Soaked on the beach, we’re ready for war,
who the **** let the cabin boy take the helm?

Nov 2017

Maria Etre

Charges

You're
attractive
when
you're
positive

#charge #positive #attitude #glow

Nov 2017

Kellin

My painter

Tell me great painter?
Do I end up Happy?

Or was my fate decided the day you chose to paint me black and grey?

No pastels of vivid lush meadows
Or bright sunsets

No; just soft hues of inky misconfiguration
Blurred lines on page

Depression as its finest. Questioning why i was born this way. What is normal?

#depression #painting #painter #lost #sadness #lonely #ink

Michael J Simpson Nov 2017

Mountains

We all have our own paths in life,
and most of us think we should be on other ones,
better ones that are bathed in sunlight.
But, just like people, the most beautiful landscapes
are composed of mountains and valleys,
and our paths will lead us by both.
These are our paths, the ones we need to travel,
because they will always lead to greater things.
Sometimes, you will find yourself on the mountain peak,
looking down at the world feeling elated.
Other times, the path will lead you into the valley,
and although it might seem to stretch on forever,
the path never-ending winding through the shadows,
it will always pass the mountains and can walk
in that beautiful sunlight you crave so much.