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Nicholas Rew Nov 2011
The smooth surface of a snooze button
Probably pressed enough for two people
Lastingly longs for a lift of his head
Heavenly hopes in hand the button wafts herbaceous
Scents seducing his sack of sullen

The button beckons in unbearable vain
Wishing his waste of space could find work
Or motivation to move about the mattress
Cause cheerlessness corrupts even carefree things

Including myself inclined to intervene
So I will surround the room with sound
In a frustrating futile fling of furry
Until I encumber bereavement from bills I beckon upon.
Nicholas Rew Nov 2011
Sometimes I want to sit and cry
When thinking a bout you and I
And how our love will never be

But I Ignore my emotions pouring
When I see your smile soaring
As he walks in not me

Choking my pesky love to death
Just let out sigh off my breath
Across my face write happy

I dream there will come a time
When I'll be yours
And you'll be mine

But for now you and me
Is a picture you cannot see
Still blinded by you and he.
Nicholas Rew Nov 2011
It's been said a million times
In a million ways
With a million rhymes
Still cannot help, but agree
That's the justice deserved
Expressing love shared
For this beautiful herb
Nicholas Rew Nov 2011
I saw the world through analogies
The I was me, and I the eye
So the eye and me compared the sky
Interpreting love, through what we see
Then write down long soliloquies
Words laid down, stacked on top
Closing my lashes, reality stopped
Simile stranded, in unknown lands
Like fools I followed, the marching band
As a black robed man, I was the judge
Never meant to judge you, my love
But eye and I could not be torn
Until the closure, soul reborn
Nicholas Rew Nov 2011
As a salty drop escaped
The crest of his weathered brow
He set down brick in hand
To leave it free for the desired

Immediately resting above pool blue eyes
Then angling his head back to examine pink skies

Longed for he did, to be taken by wind
That on rare occasion, would cool his skin

Work must be done, he was convinced
So rusty mason was picked up
In cement encompassed hands
And framed an inevitable fall.
Nicholas Rew Nov 2011
On the bring
       Of                                                                               Relented
             Collapse
They

       Broke



                      As The

       World
This is from a newspaper clipping. I crossed out all the words from the article except for these.
Nicholas Rew Nov 2011
I was just a boy then
With a ketchup stained shirt
Had a mess of brown hair
Fingernails covered up dirt

I was just a boy then
When I would stare at the sky
And forget about schoolwork
Which compelled me to lie.

I was just a boy then
Fruit snacks in hand
Sat down to watch news
Just myself and old man

I was just a boy then
When toy soldiers were shipped
So I'd ask my dad why
Son that's just how life is

I was just a boy then
Could not fully understand
Why fighting and war
Made you more of a Man

But now I'm full grown
And still strain to see
How tears of a child
Could make anyone free.
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