Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Aug 2016
Somewhere, someplace;
maimed fingers are turning pages.
Eyes magnify words that mean less.
A bitter truth; holding too dear.
The singular thinker, alone; quite.

Shadows and alleyways;
a man stumbles through the dark.
Afraid of the monsters that lurk.
Feeding upon the weakened souls.
Shedding tears that glimmer gold.

Sitting at dinner; cold.
Empty pockets and aching back.
Destitute the waitress; she cannot afford.
Simply a meal, the restaurant employed.
Her feet, mangled; broken.

Jazz plays sadly.
Echoing among the dark.
Empty skyline engrossed the stars.
Drums play beats for the comet.
Snares kicking in with punctuation.
Slowly everything fades; and the trumpet remains.
Weeping gently, signifying kept shame.

Somewhere; someplace;
your key fits.
A golden sun is setting.
People are celebrating down the street.
Time is stuck in a trance; holding a breath.
Memories you cherish, vanish with the rain.
Skies will always remind; a little pain.

She'll find him interesting; alone.
He'll love her, she's tough as nails.
A pillar of strength, through kindred spirits.
Lighting the darkness; scaring shadows.
Dancing to the stars; enjoying the music.
Sharing the anguish; ignoring the rain.
Happily they will be; misery's company.
Jacobe Loman
Written by
Jacobe Loman  32/M/Kentucky
(32/M/Kentucky)   
344
     Winn and Jacobe Loman
Please log in to view and add comments on poems