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You're not allowed to do this
Right, You're not allowed
Why these restrictions everywhere?
Shimmering loneliness in the terror's crowd
The world is a confined prison
In the vast open nature
Without any dimensions
Everything is strictly prohibited
In this ghastly reign of terror
The sea is full of don't's
I'm sailing the boat
With a fragile thread
Of rules, regulations and amendments
Nah! I'm not  allowed to do so..
The view from the top of the mountain
Will be something I'll never forget

Be it a breeze of crisp Autumn relief
Or a shower of monsoon regret
First write in a long time
Out of breath

And helpless

And afraid

And angry

And quiet

Oh so quiet

You've always been so quiet

So why does it feel like you've been screaming all these years?
The vocal cords bear the brunt of the damage
Red

Like freshly chewed lips
And warmly flushed cheeks

Orange

Like the energy none of us harbour
And dry crumbling October

Yellow

Like towering sunflowers
Like a flowing summer dress

Green

That bleeds out through his eyes
And covers the walls like creeping ivy

Blue

Like how you've felt for so long
And the sky above our heads

Indigo

Like the future, overwhelming
But it's always been calling me

Violet

Like the truth
Like peace
Like acceptance
Like growth
Like healing
It all feels so saturated at times
Early morning hours
Caffinated brains
Lazy ceiling fans
Cool Autumn rains

Clumsy stitches
Networks of skin and bone
Safe within these walls
A family, a home

Words, words, words
Tired, dark eyes
All he's ever said
*Half truth half lies
I danced in the middle of grand central station
Because that’s where I felt the most inspiration
Weaving my body through the flood of generations
Imagining all this stone in bright decorations
Twisting and curving, collecting strange adoration
A brief affair from strangers prior to transportation
Where do you go when you’re lost, needing stimulation?
A place to be you, exploring liberation
A space to let go of all fears and reservation
Where history is elegantly fused with current modernization
I thought it was a home where my soul may take haven
But I was urged by a workman to leave the location
So much for my soul’s salvation
I know this ache
This persistent migraine
I’ve always known it’s the memory of you
Trying to escape
Looking for a way out
Pounding on left side of my brain
Familiar patterns of banging
Driving me utterly insane
DON’T CONSUME WITH ALCOHOL the bottle said
I closed my eyes and downed that champagne
Anything to **** the memory of you
In my heart and my upper domain
Blues and greens with fusions of orange
This is the colour of you
Visible purity, illuminating my every room
And I love you for it, that and so much more
Every shade and every blinding moment
The fear of the unknown is no more
Because I have your light
You grant me clarity in the darkest of places
When I fear even myself
The unknown person that loiters inside
You have illuminated all of her hiding places
And I love you for it, *that and so much more.
The one who did very little & the one who did it all
Had one thing in common
The girl who made each feel like he was not enough
 Oct 2017 Mike Hauser
Jackie Mead
The song and chicks for free but that doesn't mean much to me

Money for nothing, oh yes please
Give me lots of money and please don't tease
Can't wait for my numbers to be drawn to decide my fate
I'm sure a lot of you can relate
I will spend it recklessly until nothing is left
Bet it all on a three horse nag
Go shopping and buy the most expensive of bags
Buy a big 75inch TV with Netflix and Internet ready, so I can social media whilst flicking channels and ordering pizza
I would buy the latest iPhone, iPad too maybe even buy the children their own zoo.
I would purchase the most expensive labels for my head, coat and shoes
Maybe even purchase a company or two
I would buy land to build a home
Furnish the garden with garden gnomes
I would buy a star or two and name them Oskar and Ted
Buy my grandchildren all brand new beds
I would buy us all bikes so we could cycle for miles
Splash out on holidays that make us all smile.
I would give some money back to my City, spend some on street lighting at night its lit dimly.
I would give to my family so they can freely live
I would give to charity to help others children, babies and their mothers, brain tumors, cancer, lung disease and others too.
Oh how I wish for this dream to come true.
I know it's a famous Dire Straits song, it is also a line from Crime and Punishment that I'm reading at the moment and felt inspired when reading it to put pen to paper. Strange how three words can inspire a whole poem.
Just a little fun poem - How would you spend yours?
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