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In the spring of warm grassy lawns, silver threaded
song sparrows high amid the bright lily bowers
they fly gold drenched in the morning hours
in the deep peace of this sanctuary shelter
we are far from the city's maddening swelter
here beneath shade trees and roses, we sip tea
we float soft as petals, a dream life in these hills
smell the ocean rain, blue the way the sky spills
we walk scented jasmine trails back home
come to rest in each others arms
before this resplendent day is gone
with nature becoming one
connected to all things
we are never alone.
 May 2016 PaintItGrey
PrttyBrd
Weeping turtles
On angels' wings
Electric harps
And choir sings
Traveling time
Remembering
As an era
Comes to close

French chabot
In fruited hues
Revving engines
With horses used
Nothing that
Compares 2 U
And songs
We'll never know

From pain
Was born a troubadour
Pushing limits
Breaking doors
Supernova
Evermore
Songs with
Silent lines

A legend lost
Within the mist
Of mewling souls
Interminus
Taking time
To reminisce
The party ends
In nines
042216
 May 2016 PaintItGrey
Red Bergan
As the Night is drawn,
In the spectacles of my mind.
I stand alone,
In the shadows of light.

My eyes turn to the moon,
Whose gaze is pallid and ghastly.
Now they shift,
Becoming Scarlet irsises.

I am a beast of the night,
The nocturnal moon is my call.
To summon from sleep,
And all.

Nocturnal forever.
A girl of the night.
I am the one in the shadows.
I fight for that right.
Rawr Night owl!!!
 May 2016 PaintItGrey
brooke
brown.
 May 2016 PaintItGrey
brooke
this girl came wanderin' in the shop
with slim hips and these summery
blue eyes, real nice, probably 23.

I've always wondered about that
study taken on by the University
of Copenhagen wherein they found
that blue-eyed people might very
well share the same ancestor--

how in the presence of this feathery girl
who looked like she might be hiding wings
beneath that brown leather jacket, I feel
like even the last man on earth would
rather dive into an inch-deep lake than five
feet of muck, only some people find pleasure
in wet earth

but lately i've felt as if even the men who
call me beautiful would much faster take
off for the sky if only just to leave the ground.
(c) Brooke Otto 2016
 May 2016 PaintItGrey
SN
Slow mind on a speeding train
Tracks across, dragging tired
Eyes beam, lighting up the night

Away from that house
So filled with memories
Some of which you'd like to leave
While others sting their bittersweet
Of some of them you still dream

A summer haze, a billowing cloud
A firelit kiss and the sounds of the night
With sleep in the corner opening its eyes

Then from the dream
Haunting the seconds you're awake
Your fever broke, your hands did hold
I didn't mind your passing
I do mind the cold
I'm a different person everyday.
Drinking on each day.
Sipping on gin to La Dispute.
Crying to Grizzly Bear like a *******.
Walking alone on this earth.
Hating on life since birth.
Who have I become?
Trying to be something, not a slum.
I want to live life.
But I am a ruin with all this strife.
I just want to scream at the world.
All I want to do is make my voice be heard.
I surrender myself to you
my dark haired sultry one
No power on this planet
can stop what has begun

It's sanctioned in the heavens
by the gods above
It's impossible to control
this sweet unbridled love

We'll make love in the moonlight
under the endless stars
Expending all our energy
this night is truly ours

Knowing all my needs
all my deep desires
using passions sweat
to quench my inner fire

We'll spend this night together
and greet the rising sun  
I'll never be ashamed
for the deeds we've done

I'll tell you this my sweet baby
on this you can surely trust
Until the next time we're together
It is you I will only lust
 May 2016 PaintItGrey
jane taylor
eking out the ultimate gasp in my last breath of impulsion
i collapse without a touch of grace at race's end
how i made it i will never know
dazed and in bewilderment
i reminisce upon my journey

an aggregation of barricades assailed me
with iniquitous decadent delight
seeming to writhe in triumph at my possible demise
capitulating as it devoured and spewed me out the other side
i humbly reassembled fragments of my near annihilation

temporarily rehabilitated
i recommenced the toilsome climb
to the treasured peak atop the mount
when in would come the tempest with its furor
and render me asunder

mere exhaustion is not the word
for death experienced recurrently
ground to mulch and back again
screaming, pleading, surrendering
proved futile as i newly met the same demise

near incapacitation i miraculously emerged
and scraping pulled myself with broken heart and bones
scratching my way through the darkness
toppling at the pinnacle
to victory's end

with exhilaration it dawns on me
the long dark night is over
i passed the test to realize
it is not the finish line
but only the beginning

©2016janetaylor
 May 2016 PaintItGrey
Deeee
Have you ever felt like you can't breathe?
Like your chest is suffocating, or your ribs turned into plastic bags, holding it all in.

And have you ever felt like you're breaking?
Like every fibre of you is coming apart, every bone in your body is shattering and you're becoming a mass of blood and muck.

Have you ever had so much noise in your head that you don't know what's going on any more? That all you've ever known is going away and there's nothing taking its place...
Not noise because you've got too much on your mind; noise because there's nothing there at all.

And then, after all that, have you ever known silence?
Absolute silence surrounding you, taking you over till you can't even hear your own heart beat. Maybe because it's not there any more...
Absolute nothingness and you don't know what to do.
Complete quiet
Complete loneliness
Complete hollowness

*Have you ever?
 May 2016 PaintItGrey
Rhet Toombs
Beautiful death
Shiny handles on your sister's casket
Denial of a thousand doors
A shadow's noise
To examine a dull moon
Kinder notice with innocence grasping
Angel awake
A stomach full of ocean
Rapture saves, a pool fades
There are no second questions
And at last
Her weeping
Removed
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