Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
 
 May 2014 Roberta Day
CP
Late night thinking
Unblinking and sinking
Rethinking my choice of words
It's absurd
Everything is so blurred
Fragments shifting through holes
I take on all these roles
What lost souls

Late night thinking
Tinkering with memories
I need remedies
These fragments slash through flesh
Fresh wounds fester
Exposing new memory holes

Late night thinking
Should I have said that
Combat of my mind
Memories become no mans land, blind
Confined within the crevices of my mind
I just want to unwind
Let's leave all this behind

Tomorrow, perhaps, you may find
Some peace of mind.
To all of you, who have taken the time-
to read my works of prose-
Whether all, or just one line-
I believe it keeps us close.

So, keep your seats on this "poet's train"
and keep your pen in hand-
Do not be afraid to "speak your mind-
let your brain expand!!

Have a great holiday season!!
copyright Richard Riddle December 16, 2013
 May 2014 Roberta Day
betterdays
we are on strike
today...
in a passive sort of way
we got to classes
but don't teach
the students come to classes
but don't learn....
some lectures have become
filmhalls
here in theatre....we are offering donuts and  a big
bang marathon....
all to show a goverment
that placing a new pricing
scheme on higher education
is counterproductive....
but they are not interested
in our voice....we are but
cogs ...... they the machine.
 May 2014 Roberta Day
Yoni Sav
Between          
these                                          worlds          
­                                                          I'm    ­     lost
Between                                          
                                   your                          words
I'm                                                lost
Inside  ­                                                                 ­                             
                                   ­                                      my                                           thoughts
      I'm               lost
Day flowers open  .  .  .
At night close into themselves,
  .  .  .  As my heart remains.
 May 2014 Roberta Day
Lana
Golden lightning bolts
         jolt the muse to action
Dark skies lit for one...
Apply yourself,
Apply yourself,
Or you’ll sleep on the streets all by yourself.
Don’t ask silly questions; don’t try to scrape by,
Apply yourself this time.

Try yourself,
Try yourself,
No matter the hurdles inside yourself.
Forget the drinking, the hunger, the pain,
Try yourself again.

Push yourself,
Push yourself,
We think the stress won’t **** yourself.
Just go to a college outside of your league,
Through a stifling program to get your degree.
But if you fail, you must be lazy;
Push yourself like crazy.

Stay strong!
Stay strong!
Let go of your thoughts that, “This system is wrong,”
Or, “9 months is too long,”
Or, “Crack makes me King Kong,”
Or, “Should I use needle or stick with the ****?”
Silly, such thoughts, with no motivation,
People today have no innovation.

Help yourself,
Help yourself,
When you’re in the church all by yourself,
Your mom’s in a coffin, your dad’s in a grave,
Your sister and mister both passed away.
And then a man (more hardworking than you),
Comes in and kills you, right in the pew,
Blood seeps out and you sleep evermore…
Listen to us or be one with the poor.
Written in Chemistry and Pre-Calculus Class
 May 2014 Roberta Day
Lunar
beware when you fall in love
with an artist
be it a painter, a singer, or poet

for the artist will
paint you
with strokes and hues
in shapes of every kind

sing about you
with heartbreak lyrics
and feelings which rhyme

write about you
with the simplest words
and a secret message she wants to say

beware of the artist,
and her love
one wrong move
and you're an artwork in her display
Next page