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rain sreaks through the neon
wind howls in the bones
no lover to lean on
you're on the street alone

no stars in the auburn sky
they're all under your feet
the city beconed with a lie
and now you're on the street

-chorus-
you were once so proud and bold
now you're on the street of souls
you were young and now you're old
out there on the street of souls


you've slept in front of Grauman's
you've been to cattle calls
it's no place for a woman
my, how the mighty fall

there's a story of a starlet
took a header off the sign
they said she was a harlot
Hollywood can grind...

-chorus-

you walk along the Boulevard
an agent straight from hell
had given you his business card
but you lost that as well

now you look at all the stars
you tread on as you walk
you speak of all your fancy cars
but all it is is talk

you had a chance, you had your fame
in front of the news-cam
you have no one else to blame
you are just a sham

-chorus-


soulsurvivor
(C) 10/30/2015
I used to live in an apartment
not far from Hollywood boulevard.
There is no place sadder on earth.
For every star on the sidewalk
there are a million broken dreams.
There actually was a starlet who
commited suicide by jumping off
the Hollywood sign...

Sorry I have been gone so long.
Life these days is very hectic.
I don't have time to
change my mind... lol!
 Oct 2015 Rob Kingston
ryn
Swimming alone in my ocean...
In search of courage
drenched and drowned
in cowardice.

I have ample foothold,
for now...
Taunting the winds
that whistled treacherously
on this precipice.

Ears to the air
I hear the faint calling
of a lone zephyr
in the traveling winds
of tomorrow.

A smile emerges.
Forgetting the uncertainties,
the shame
and the unforgiving sorrow...

Bewitched and determined
to catch this breeze
that briefly promised salvation.

Brushed away the tears,
emotional inadequacies
and lifelong trepidation.

My lips parted...
Inhaling deep
what once,
for a long time felt acrid.

Eyes closed.
I greeted the whispers
that spoke of the end.

I've wished to be amongst
the choral voices
that sang
not of strangers
but friends.

The time is now.
I've conveniently forgotten
what and who I am...
Knowing only where I want to be.

I've found courage.
I took one step
into the future.
And finally...
I'm free.
Inspired by Third Eye Blind's "Jumper".
If you are in pain,
if you feel sadness,
if you are racked with fear
that they judge you for
if you rage with an angry fire
if you have ever been betrayed
if you shout at the top of your voice
if you're not afraid to love
if you're not afraid to cry in public
if you sometimes want to die
if you are not afraid to question
the oppressor & reach out to the oppressed
& look for some Blessed heavenly light or
the  mysteries of the Universe in all things
if you know you are a candle
that might get snuffed out
but the memory of which will never fade
you are alive
& it's all worth it
Written because often the world & psychiatry tell us these things are not ok. They are. Shine that light & let it blind someone with it's beauty.
 Oct 2015 Rob Kingston
Mikaila
I think of you always. You

Linger in me, like a melody, a heartbeat,
On and on... Oh what if I say it and you just
Vanish? And I am left here,
Empty... Oh, but what if

You don't? What if you are waiting too,
Openhearted but shy, cautious-
Unable to confess? Afraid, like me, to fall.
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