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 14h girlrinth
Tom D
I dropped my head the other day
and found myself
playing cards and tipping a beer
at a table in Miss Kitty’s saloon
I was waxing philosophical
about the life of a cowboy
living in the city of Dodge
when I was awakened by
these sirens from hell coming
from outside my window

The gift of modern living
is the gift that keeps on giving
From here to you I say
Writing is your healing,
Never let it get away.
The community of lovers, hurts, addicts, wonderers & wanderers.
I surely believe
Or perhaps I perceive

Anyways it seems
That feelings deceive

The problem is
If you please

I am but a drop
  In an eternal sea...
Traveler Tim
 14h girlrinth
Liana
The stars are beautiful
They always are

It's just
Sometimes
The light pollution gets in the way
And we can't see them anymore

But who knows
Maybe
Tomorrow you'll see them really clear
In fields untamed, free,
Petals dance with morning breeze,
Nature's spirit wild.
Bare trees greet the chill,
Frosty breath on winter's morn,
Hello, still and cold.
Fragmented at best,
love in a mythical world.
The rational mind
can still save us all.
Traveler Tim
The Son has dawned
The Son has just arrived
After darkness for six months
Its now dawned again
Yes, the Son has arrived
And I embrace the warmth
Loneliness so cold
Dispelled by the Son
The Father, the son of a gun
Is happy now
For the Son has dawned
Dawned just now
Celebrating the arrival of my Son who has come just to help me pack and move into a new place...
~•§•~ Light Sleeper v2.0 ~•§•~
(song attempt/build)

One foot in the ground
One foot six feet deeper
With darkness all around
Fear's such a light sleeper
My fall never made a sound
Put the tree on loudspeaker
A picture won't last longer
If it never is a keeper

See here

Feeeearrr
Doesn't make a sound
What you heeeearrrr
Is your spirit finally found
Get an eeeearrrr...
...ful when you finally hear it
Just hope you survived it
And don't sound like a hypocrite
Light Sleeper version 2.0
Should I write it like I hear it or not?
(Coming from a "lyrical" (a loose term) begining, and being completely honest, I'm not sure the proper poetry/art etiquette or most of poetries rules and guidelines for that matter. That makes it so freeing to me, not knowing the way "I'm supposed to do it" and doing how it feels (cliche warning) in the moment. It's beautiful...
Example
Fear (Feeeearrr)
Hear (heeeearrrr)
Ear (eeeearrrr)
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