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Change the pace, replace, then sing
The words, unheard, the tempo focusing
And unto hallowed voices bring
A little bit of clarity

Please part the clouds of smoke we've made
While songs of hope burst like grenades
The smog now cleared, amidst the haze
So we therein might find bright day

Barefooted runs, dirt between toes
In chorus, a million solos
Rise up, a message from the globe
Live more, cry less, sing as you go
His silence slowly whispers a calm into my soul
As I kneel before him
I tell him of life's toll
I ask him to forgive
All hatred pain and strife
That's woven in amongst us
He says
I came that you may have life
Abundance was my virtue
Faith hope and love
My aim
Please stay upon this path my child
In you I shall remain
Feed upon the words I left
This is your daily bread
Many will come in my name
Don't let them turn your head
So many are false prophets
Their false doctrine
They will sew
Not by their words
But by their deeds
Their fruits will surely show
If they are ones to follow
Their hearts are filled with love
The way the truth the light of god
Shines through from up above
Promises

A linguistic signature to your word, as binding as cursive
I'm never sure if your tongue knows which curves to merge
Swerving across defining lines
Dyslectic joy rides, is it still considered homicide if you hit and run when the ink dries before you have the ties to derive a sentence.

Sentences

Time served.
Grammatically speaking,
Your word
Is the act of dramatically seeking the exact adjectives and verbs to
Purge every truth from the definition of true.
Tell me why, in your book of synonyms is
Promise handcuffed to Lie...
When spoken
Words fly free, gravity is defied
When broken
Words are deceived, credibility dies

Words have weight and time is heavy.
I sit on my own hands
to stop them to write
what is in my heart
and in my head
It's been so hard
Erasing you from my brain
Why can't I just get over you?
I have it so badly, don't you see?
No matter how much you try to ignore me
We tried to be friends, but that hardly worked out
And you don't want more
But I want more
I want a good chance
To show my affection and care for you
I can treat you ten time better than she can
Make you laugh better than she can
Talk to you better than she can
Listen better than she can
Kiss better than she can
And maybe, just maybe, if given enough time,
I could love you.
I don't, but I could
I haven't kissed you, but I could
I haven't touched you sweetly, but I could
I haven't shown you all of me, but I could.
I haven't loved you, but I would.
 Oct 2013 Quentin Briscoe
echo
..
     Friday's not a day.

                           Its a feeling.
                                                      .­.
yup.
:P
Hmm
I can't help but sit and think
Why this all happened to me
Why can't I be somewhat the same
As everybody who knows my name
I hate the fact that I can't have my dad
When my life just gets really sad
And my mom tries
But our relationships bad
When we try to talk we just get really mad
Treatment Foster Care really *****
Taking meds makes me feel yuck
Life is a drag
It's all getting bad
My heart has been stepped on
And thrown in the dirt
I have court Halloween Day
I just wish they would let me have my way
I'm in foster care and my parents aren't super involve, we have court for custody Halloween Day 2013 I just hope all goes well, I miss my family
Ten thousand hours
to master a skill; twenty-
one years—still novice.
 Oct 2013 Quentin Briscoe
John
We are so incompatible
You are so incompetent
Don't hear a thing you've been saying
Nothing on this green Earth is permanent
So you're words are falling on deaf ears
And my mouth, well my mouth is dumb
All these years and my ever present fears
Dull my senses of everything that's fun

Never, never
No, it could never be
Ever, ever
Why is it you can't see?
Are you that blind?
Or you just a wishful thinker?

Over these times
And under these flames
Words that rhyme
And all that impending fame
Don't ever get me up
And never bring me down
When I spill my cup
I don't ever usually frown
I just ask for another
inevitable, i know...
unintentional most times, when
night time comes during broad daylight...
what i choose to forget
could not be kept at bay.
once in a while, comes visiting,
keeps popping up other times...
traces, droplets, sometimes snatches,
worse times, buckets-full......
bad, sad moments, hover, linger.

every former connection,
i want them ALL SEVERED from me...
distanced from my remaining years...
no more stabbing ache on my chest,
no more pin-pricking pain for me...
no more disturbing thoughts....

........at times such as this........
i struggle to be there,
where i'd rather be,
i need to be there....
for peace is all i ask for,
nothing more......
and peace is what would shower me,
there, where i always long to be...
...seated, contentedly...
with eyes half-closed, half-opened,
as  i take in a view of cool serenity
.........................always.......................
~­~~~~from my refuge by the sea~~~~~
...where i would be totally out of reach...
.......there, where my phantom fears......
....................d i s a p p e a r......................


              ~~~~~        

   (...a gloomy day, a gloomy write...)
              
Sally

     Copyright 2013
        Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
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