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 Aug 2011 Morgan Ella
Sieve
raised in a way
not to savor the day
not to lay in the hay
or just play
but to
pay
pay
pay
caught in the gears
of these soul crushing years,
I feel Helpless
and so I turn to that sweet kiss
of chemical bliss
to experience some
of what this cage makes me miss.
I can't remember a time
where I wasn't in Line
rank and file,
won't you stand and wait for a while?
Do this.
Get that.
Do that.
Get this.
cause and effect,
a lifestyle that leaves
very little time to reflect
on what you're actually doing
every day,
this pattern cannot stay.
Apathy invades the hearts and minds
of our kind,
brought on by an inability to change
or even rearrange
this world that's become
so Strange.
Despair,
in the face of such a menacing machination.
Fear,
in the face of such an unfeeling application.
Behold the Beast of progress,
never to rest,
created by man,
driven by our hand,
fed by our compliance,
sustained by our reliance.
 Aug 2011 Morgan Ella
Sarah Mae
i've been wondering lately why i haven't been on the level
my world seems tilted and uneasy at each turn
there has been something missing from my life, and it's you

the pounding on the hardwood floor directly in tune with the beat
my foot stomping along
the bass with an infectious tone and vibration
better than any lover i have ever encountered
your voice is raspy and your words are strong

this is the point where i nearly lose my balance
as the crowd pushes in on me rushing toward the stage
for a moment i forgot we weren't alone
once i realize the room is full it hits me again
i'm taken back to the center stage and there you stand
we are one. the crowd, you and i.

it's a flicker in time when i know that we are all on the same page
i put my arms around the two people next to me
we are now singing and swaying, stomping and stumbling
there is nothing like it in the world.
people call me crazy, but you were my first love.
"Maybe."
A simple word you use,
Loaded with meaning and
Crushing and nothing.
Out, with a smile or
A wink or a frown.
Another time?
"Maybe."
 Aug 2011 Morgan Ella
tamara
glimpse
 Aug 2011 Morgan Ella
tamara
mom
my life started with a spice most don't recognize when its on their pallet
i ate my veggies like big girl
watched adult TV at 5am
kept u company so you wouldn'ty be lonely
grandma tried to keep the house clean when she could
she kept the cloths on our backs
she kept the food in our stomachs since u couldn't seem to make the welfare last past the 1st trip to the health food store
its were you bought the flavors of my child there and fast food
your age had nothing to do it
you were weeks past 35 the day of my birth
u never acted a day over eleven
at the age of 8 i walked to grandpa's house by myself
i looked both ways before i crossed the road
you were at home watching more TV
it was always on
till your tattooed boyfriend thought he wanted to act like family
when he was drunk
i mopped the floor right before his construction boots crossed the kitchen
he came back again
called me a ****
the day i first had ***
how funny that was
heroic tales with swords and saviors were everywhere
the books took up space on the floor along with the half empty cans of cat food
i learned flavors and smell and sounds and story's
other people tend to keep away from there kids and i'm not sure where all this leaves me now
other then addicted to curry
 Aug 2011 Morgan Ella
Andyroosky
Breathing nothing but ice
gasping for air but surrounded by cold
you take it with you everywhere
in hidden words and rhymes shared
other freezer boys laughing
as they understand what a hypocrite is
all the same
nothing more typical
take a step back
I crave warmth
which your frozen hands cannot provide
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