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Giulani ...

looking much like

a radiated & mutant tortoise

from the walking dead,

& the always golden-hearted

Judge Jeanine Pirro

casually chat

on Fox News

all chuckles & smiles

about Muslim bans

& refugees,

while youngsters

languish in camps,

die in cities,

get cold

in mountains.

Chuckle on
you two
chuckle on.
Will you... walk a while with me
Along my painful way
A love whose heart has eyes to see
When stars shine over the darken sea
The quiet rest at the end of the day
While all else sleep I cry and prey
Will you... walk a while with me
A friend who knows and cares to say
"Stay strong my dear I am always near"
Sweet words that cheer my questioning heart
No matter how distant we are never apart
Will you... walk a while with me
In spirit you take my hand
With tearful eyes I search for answers
In the kindness of your soul
Until the pain will let me go
Will you... walk a while with me
 Sep 2017 Sam Bowden
skyler
are you two back together
how should i respond
when i don't know whether
you still care or not

you might say that you do
but you are the one who left
and i really don't believe you
no matter what you confess

and i've got people in my ear
saying you're bad news
but it ******* hurts to hear
when you're still who i want to choose

so i'm not sure what to say
when people question about us
because it hurts at the end of the day
and it's not something i care to discuss

s.s
hold my hand
in front of everyone
take care of me
like im the most fragile in the world
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daydream letter 2
 Nov 2015 Sam Bowden
Julie Butler
it's not how we
stick around
'cause I can't be the bend for you
can't be the,
chorus up loud;
but I need you to hear me

I've
stopped calling it
restless when
these thin lines start to smart
being confronted by your
perfect waist, your
burning eyes, if I;
if I cannot lay beside you,
my try for sleep, I must
deny
>|< Julie Butler
What is it to be compelled?
What is it to have a feeling ****** upon?
Like a needle
It ******,
Scratches and sticks
Stays in mind
Repeats, rewinds and repeats
Time and time and time...

Until, another comes about
Pricking, sticking and repeating
Like the one prior
Only different in its nature
Stemmed and born to cater
The prototype that preceded
Predicated on deceiving
One's perception of the first.

And another third to sift off the second
And a forth to sift off the third...

Leaving one deaf, blind and dumb
Becoming nothing but an outcast;
A sad and lonely ***.
Immobilised and cocooned in bed;
The warm glimmering shine of sun-
Touch not registered  
Given the compelled numb.
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