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 Aug 2018 K G
Edmund black
I just can’t help noticing
So many poets
With splits hearts
The hearts that cries out for help
Yet I’ve noticed
The silent sounds
From the comments
The words you’ve  never said
Not a sound is heard
As they’re desperately crying for help
Their tears are falling for us
Their words crying ink
To be touched and set free
we must open our eyes
To their writings for it has a tale to tell
A glimpse of the roller-coaster of emotions
going on through the poets lives
But many go unnoticed
So I prayed
We can noticed their cries
And shield them from dangers unaware
And try to see yourself through the poets minds
Sometimes I ask myself
Are they truly In need of help
Or Is it just writings
And since I don’t have the answer
You don’t know the answer
We must and should
Reached out
Yes it is true
It’s not  our profession
But it is also true that
We are all God’s creatures
And the great book says
help those who cannot
Help themselves
So next time you
And you and you
Notice a writer
Crying out for help through their ink
It won’t hurt to send
them a few words
of encouragement
A few words of hope
Or maybe just a good morning
Sometimes goes a long way
let them know
Life is precious
It has its ups and downs
But it always gets better
As I expressed
It wasn’t long ago
When a phone call saved my life
Maybe you’re the last word
the poet is waiting on
Before they’ve reach a dead end
It’s too late
Answer me this:
Besides those great lips
And their humor so crass
That beautiful ***
And hella hot ***
With its flawless facade
Your mastery of jokes
And all else that stokes
The desires of men
Like us into sin

What else have you got?
Everything we dream of?
Quite a claim, that's a lot!
the sky darkens
as night draws near
the forest grows quiet
as closer draws fear

the shadows lurk
between bushes and trees
dread grows larger
with all that he sees

lost in these woods
without a trace
just terror in his bones
and fear on his face

the sights are scary
but worse is the sound
he looks for a path
but none can be found

dark shapes surround
he feels them close in
no escape from these beasts
in the woods and within
I could split atoms, spit feathers,
light fires on the tundra,
go under and who would remember?
not many
ask anyone
they won't know me by name.

In the index marked selfish economy
above the last line is where you will
find me.

I want for, but
need nothing
she brings to me
everything,
and
when I fall she'll be the one
to recall me.

In these optical collisions
she is one of those visions
that torment me
in the best possible way
 Jul 2018 K G
Chameleon
Ugh
 Jul 2018 K G
Chameleon
Ugh
I've been having moments of panic, and terror and loneliness and worry like what have I done to him? To me? Can I really take care of myself as well as I always thought.
I'm crying as I write this because I'm scared.
I'm also terrified that I will give in to him and let things go back to the way they were. I'm weak.
I still haven't seen him yet, but I know that when he comes here to get his stuff I will want to take it all back because he will guilt me.
He will cry and say he still loves me but I don't want to give in.
I need this. I need this.
I don't know how to tell my therapist about this on Friday. I feel she will think it was a bad idea. But she would be wrong.
 Jul 2018 K G
Mark Wanless
voice
 Jul 2018 K G
Mark Wanless
i thought i was a voice
in the wilderness
until i heard a voice
in the wilderness
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