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Scot Powers Jan 2013
As I sit and shake my head
hurt and bruised by the words you said
I look about and wonder why
I have not already said goodbye
perhaps it is not the season
perhaps you don't see reason
all I know is that when I'm here
I pace the halls in constant fear
of what I may say or do
to draw your ire the way I do
I know my daughter needs a dad
but I think I will soon go mad
I know I can't take much more
before I am out the door
Scot Powers Jan 2013
Welcome to the party
welcome to the show
this is for the tired beauties
promenading the watering hole
searching for another
stand in for the night
back in the darkest corners
where they lose their fight

And when the sun goes down
the feelings start to stir
another chance to redeem yourself
have you really found your cure
loneliness and desperation led you to this place
stuck in a world
where deceit is common place

Take a look in the mirror
tell me what do you see
are you proud of what looks back now
who you want it to be
wasted days and nights go by
soon turn to years
hopeful dreams and pleasantries
vanish into tears

Standing at the crossroads
of life uncertainly
past choices and decisions
stare back impassively
nothing comes easy in this life it seems
is all what appears to be
Scot Powers Jan 2013
Last time I saw you
we were walking pleasantly
down by the stream
hunting for treasure
finding pleasure
your laughter stays with me
with each discovery
your smile it grew from cheek to cheek
those rusty railway spikes
and bottle caps are priceless now to me

One day at a time
It's an uphill climb
only a fool pays the price
with a roll of the dice

Ten years have come and gone
since your last heroic deed
you can't believe the gaping hole
it tore in the family
your mother cries at night
your brother and sisters silent agony
you've never gone , your always here
forever in me.

One day at a time
its an uphill climb                    x2
only a fool pays the price
with a roll of the dice
Scot Powers Jan 2013
Reflections of yesterday
ripple through my mind
glassy surface of a pond
knows no time
these days like turn like pages
in this novel we call life
standing alone in the shadows
biding time

ooh ooh ooh

Looking forward
never looking behind
a pillar of salt is all Lot got that night
build your tomorrows
with hopes and delights
stand outside of your circle
in the light

ooh ooh ooh

As I stand here
before you tonight
I can't tell you how it feels
to be in your spotlight
suffice to thank you
for all you've done for me
thank you for being you
and judgement free

ooh ooh ooh
Scot Powers Jan 2013
Sitting by the railroad tracks,watching the trains
slowly, move away(its a game)
All the miles and all the whiles
I wonder just what we gained

Just one night I stayed, Just one night I played
Just one night I stayed, just one night I played

It's been a long time coming
This change come over me
It's been a long time coming
I guess it's up to me

Standing back,watching the veil fall away
revealing things you just could not say(its a game)
I remember the look on your face,when I walked away(its a shame)
there were tears for sure ,but were they real,its hard to say

Just one night I stayed,just one night I played
just one night I strayed ,Just one night  I played

Its been a long time coming
this change come over me
Its been a long time coming
I guess its up to me.
its been a long time coming,
Scot Powers Jan 2013
Steely faces on the battle line
nervous looks as we wait for the sign
just pawns in a sick man's game
you want to leave,Ha .Too late

A cold wind blows across the field
in the air you can smell the fear
ask yourself why must we die
to appease some twisted pride
our faces change every day
in bags we are taken away
Scot Powers Jan 2013
A timeless void
dark and vast
crushing weight of the past
slowly rises to the fore
gliding past my bedroom door
all it wants is my soul
for darker reasons left untold
I curse aloud
and quake with fear
rancid breath,very near
blood red eyes meet my gaze
taste the fear in this place
now and then when I cry
I often think of that time
all alone with my thoughts
a broken window,then pulled out
heavy footsteps on the stair
I have finally made it out of there.
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