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 Jan 2016 Mike Essig
kyle Shirley
You showed me one of your most beautiful creatures you ever made. The most caring and compassionate woman I've ever met. What do i do? I go and squander it. It's always been about a girl... Its what pulls my heart strings and gives me hope. I guess thats the root of my problems... abandonment issues more or less. I seek beautiful, lovely, smart and caring women and I chase them away. I know im not good enough to keep them, so, I make a reason for them to leave. I cry out to the lonely voice in the sky for advice or guidance, and I feel more lost then ever.
 Jan 2016 Mike Essig
Traveler
In the foxholes
Of my childhood plight
I prayed and prayed
With all my might
Praying to be forgiven
For the imperfections
Of life
Yet these were merely
The symptoms
Of an ideology
Of either black
Or definitely white

With the rudimentary
Truths concealed
Those miracles
Seem so **** real
I could never lose
My faith
In that childhood
Holding place

When the years pass
In deep thought
Ultimate conclusions
Result

Each of us
An eye
From different views
Allegiance forged
In the comfort of norm
Evolutionary rules
Oh how I miss you
Invisible spirit being
Oh my contemporary
Youth...
Traveler Tim
If only you could see yourself through my eyes,
Then you'll be able to see what you mean to me.
You'll see that I love you dearly, I cherish everything about you.
I love your smile,
The sound of your laughter,
The way your eyes sparkle with happiness,
All your little dumb jokes.
It drives me crazy when I'm away from you,
It drives me crazy when I'm with you,
But I wouldn't have it any other way.
I love everything about you.
I was a lost broken soul,
Living in my own miserable world.
Drifting from place to place,
Couldn't keep up with the pace,
Of all the chaos around me.
Then he came along,
He was like no other.
My own knight in shining armor,
But his armor wasn't so bright.
It was dark like my soul, for he too had a dark past.
He brightens up my day.
His eyes glimmer with happiness.
His heart beats with love for me.
Our souls become one, when we are together.
He is my world, nothing else matters.
We mend each others hearts.
He makes me whole, makes me feel special.
I feel like I can take on the world,
With him by my side.
He is my Joker, and I'm his Harley Quinn.
Together we can win this battle.
 Jan 2016 Mike Essig
Emily B
I was a mythical creature once.

I lived in a small picturesque town
next to a little hole of blue water.

I sang the sweetest songs.

Mortal man never heard the like before.
They wandered by to listen very often.

They say my feathers fairly sparkled
and if the sun lived closer he might outshine me.

There was darkness that the feathers covered.
No one could tell what destruction lurked beneath.

But I lived to sing that song.
Morning, noon and night. I put my heart in it.
I never faltered, but once

and I looked in the placid lake to see my own reflection.
The monster that looked back at me grinned
at my surprise.
The darkness laughed out loud.

And I did nothing but climb that tall live oak.
As close as I could get to the sun
and I built my nest with twigs.

I lined it with bits of color, silken scraps
to echo my plumage.
And I lined it with sweet-smelling spices
cinnamon and lavender and myrrh.

And then I sang my best last song
'til the suns rays came too, too close.

I kept singing til my last breath was ash
until the day that I will begin again.
 Jan 2016 Mike Essig
A Lopez
Travail
 Jan 2016 Mike Essig
A Lopez
I take on
The burden
Of
Men
And the
Travail
Of
A woman!
 Jan 2016 Mike Essig
JR Rhine
I know you
like the last step
in a staircase:
enshrouded in darkness.

I slowly stretch a brave leg across
the unknown dimensions;
do I relieve myself
with another familiar step?

Or do I brace myself
for the cold, naked floor?
Do I leave the routine journey
to step into a world extrinsic?

What will happen if I dare be brave;
will my foot sink through the transparent tier
to tumble aimlessly through the void,
screaming curses at my misplaced courage?

I just don't know anymore;
balancing my leg in the still air--
the temptation to pirouette
shakily and ascend anxiously.

To escalate the last step,
I find to be much easier;
My strength carries me forwards
as the light receives me warmly.

But down below,
in the shadows' taunting musings,
I cannot put faces to the voices
that call me into their reckless abandon.

I know you
like the last step
in a staircase,
faceless amorphous Guile;

your voice... indelible.
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