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 Jan 2015 Pen Lux
JDK
I resent this emergence of televised li(v)es.
A pathetic attempt to make our own feel less worthless.

Mother,
don't you realize?
You're wasting away.
I don't care about who the Bachelor sent home today!
That's not real love.
All that ****'s fake.

You spend your whole life staring at screens.
Get out of the house!
Please, do something!
 Jan 2015 Pen Lux
aar505n
Can you see me, Moon?
or am I too far?
are the stars too bright
to see me tonight?

Maybe if I get higher
or burn some fire?
Maybe if I sing a tune,
you will hear me to see me, Moon?

I can see you so clearly
so perfect, so still, barely trying
I've always seen you , Moon, but you haven't seen me
I'd like to believe you do and followed me during the night.

Every late night journey
all those lonely hours in my room
Watching me, learning from me, devouring me
If I can see you, you can see me

You orbit my everyday life
but I must admit
it feels the other way around
it is I who orbits you, I surround you.

I can see a face but no eyes
blind to my devotion, my worship
luminous clock that semi-brightens the night
unearthly high, up on a pedestal

Moonlight flood my room
My love above hovers over me
Floating in this half light
Gloating at my sad plight

But even with this said
I can not help but still ask;
"Can you see me, Moon?"
Knowing you won't anwser me soon.

Never see me forever
 Jan 2015 Pen Lux
nivek
the North blasts her cold through to bone
and bones radiate her mission
to freeze Human skin fragile as a plucked chicken
waiting on a supermarket shelf
bought rescued and ***-heated
to be a cannibals meal the preferred death
 Jan 2015 Pen Lux
nivek
you can take a seat around it all
in a middling-kind of mushroom circle
pretending you are a fairy story
but its much more exciting to be in a nightmare
brings it all so up close and personal
all the primeval living alive and well
a tribal shared scared out of your senses
to run and hide to run and hide to run and hide
seven eight nine ten coming ready or not
 Jan 2015 Pen Lux
nivek
the sky blows black, here, now
a mind needs discipline to keep on loving
be merciful and understanding the signpost reads
and the sky spits hail stones at the windows and roof
while every memory holds some healing and forgiveness
 Jan 2015 Pen Lux
cody dale
with people on the mind
and words on my tongue
giving advice
and asking for it
is nearly impossible
as clouds of thoughts settle on my brain
my thoughts become foggy
and i cant think
 Jan 2015 Pen Lux
Megan Grace
London
 Jan 2015 Pen Lux
Megan Grace
i am in love with the
messesstickysweetgum
glued to my windpipe
please destroy me with
promises and feed me
forever's straight from
the palm of your hand
because i will store them
when you have given
up already and moved
on i swear i will still
hear them rumbling
from under my bed after
you are long gone
I am in love with being lied to.
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