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another brittle mind
shed in light;
enlightened after such severity,
and stable enough to think
through the idea that i'm lost.

there's enough here
that we all can find enough ways;
that there's a reason to think
still, although we're conditioned
by ourselves; myself.

projection, direction, interjection.
 Mar 2013 Sean C Johnson
August
Don't be a stranger in my bed.
You already filled the vacancy in my head
But I share this place with me alone
You can't get inside, but it's yours to hold
 Mar 2013 Sean C Johnson
August
A shadow on the wall since the beginning of time
Doesn't like writing poems composed of rhyme
And while she likes to pretend she's real
She can't explain why she doesn't feel
But it's okay, because a day passes
She likes watching the masses
She doesn't need a savior or a soul
She doesn't need love or a home
A nest built inside the rib cage
To nest a pile of burning sage
Smoke billowing out of her mouth
An elephant choking her by it's snout
Eyes hollowed out by butterflies
And empty mouth filled with empty cries
 Mar 2013 Sean C Johnson
brooke
I am a bit too loud
without trying, and
I promise myself I'll
stay quiet although
I never have. I keep
in mind the things
my father says to
me, that the wise
never seek chances.
If wisdom is sought
I have never had any. I am
too loud without trying, witty
around the edges, with a cornerstone
made of sand.
(c) Brooke Otto
 Mar 2013 Sean C Johnson
Jessie
I cannot fathom
why that pretty song lasted so much longer
when I was so exhausted
I could hear my bones groan.
Yet that sad poem ended so much quicker
when it was about you.
One sang me to sleep.
One lead me to nightmares.
 Mar 2013 Sean C Johnson
Jessie
You should know
I am quite aware
Of ALL your longing stares
And it makes me really uneasy.

You should know
To avert your gaze
Stay away from my maze
I don't want you if you're easy.
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