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 Aug 2020 Sandra Lee
JT
Death she is there calmly waiting her turn
A farmer's wife she rests upon the wall
Her scythe still holds a piece of wheat
Her hands worn from the day

Death she catches some sun
A mature woman she in no hurry at all

She is just there

No rush


I can live with that
inspired by the painting "Death" by Jacek Malczewski
 Jul 2020 Sandra Lee
Han Drew
Sun
 Jul 2020 Sandra Lee
Han Drew
Sun
You we're my sunshine
But then I remembered that the sun doesn't just shine for one person.
I have kissed boys

Girls

People in between

But lately I have been kissing bottles

Their lips are colder than yours

But slowly I have realized that the pounding headache when I wake is less hurtful than the shattering in my chest

Yet as these toxins rush through my veins

I can't help but miss the tracing of your fingers along my skin

Miss the numbness of the world when you lie with me

But when I wake I remember that a headache is treated with an aspirin

While heartache

Well if you have a cure for Heartache let me know
 Mar 2020 Sandra Lee
Micah G
He lays his head down
On my stomach - -
And we breathe as one
“He” is my dog, not a dude. No offense to the LGBT but wanted to clarify.
 Mar 2020 Sandra Lee
Micah G
IDK
 Mar 2020 Sandra Lee
Micah G
IDK
The wine is red
His robe is blue
My *** is sore
From sitting in this pew
What will your order be today?
If I may.
Will it be one of the plumb ones?
Or perhaps a skinny fish?
Do you want an English meal?
Or a French delicacy?
What about one wearing white?
Or are you more into blue?
Do you wish for one swimming free?
Or one drying up with me?
I can tell you this
they all wish to be picked,
taken home
so they won't be alone.
 Jan 2020 Sandra Lee
Michael Smit
I scribbled down what I needed to say
Picked up the piece and threw it away
Like there was nothing to say
I've already lost my way

I tried  supression of depression
But I wasn't done with the lesson
Can't I end the session
I needed to tend to my depression
I lost my self-expression
Depression was taking possession
The lesson was already in session
The session of depression

It takes my breath away
It kills me everyday
I struggle to find a way
for happy to stay
a permanent gray
I've tried to pray
But all they do is say
fight through another day
What's the delay?
this is only foreplay
Obey


I never fought this hard
But still I remain scarred
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