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When nothing seems to work, nothing just seems right;
Its so easy to lose hope, so tough to prove one's might;
When the heart feels like sinking, falling from a height;
Its so easy to lose hope, so tough to prove one's might.


The roads seem so lonely, there is darkness all around,
I hear no voices, no one calling me aloud;
But i continue to believe n I know I'll come around,
For there are dreams unfulfilled, destination to be found.


You said you will walk, hand in hand with me,
If i ever slip, you said you will hold me;
Where are you now, my sleep eludes me,
When the sky seems to be falling, and death nears me.


I cry out your name, though I know you are not there,
I sing aloud those songs, which you n I had sang;
There are miles to be traveled, but you'r not there,
Wont ever go back...cant let destiny hang.
 Jul 2012 Sean Kassab
Joee
The 'End'
 Jul 2012 Sean Kassab
Joee
Here comes the end,
they say;
But it isn't the end, I say!
Hey people,
I am not making fun,
but all I ask is,
are you here to see the end?
Agreed!
Everyone has to end one day;
But why spread the word,
when you are here;
Not live to die,
instead die to live...
For the long forgotten ancestors,
let us give them our bit;
Not fear the unkown,
and not even sit by it.
Different worlds have come to an end, different things have been destroyed.
When you did that,
did you care for any END?
Then why care now?
Keep those sins increasing;
For the one with a spirit will live,
and the remaining will END....
Unlock the dreamless sleep
to see the truth
when afraid
you are the last face
with words of decision
bound to gaze into the mirror,
when you are surrounded by us
in the evening of our hearts'
and still know we are one
even if unnoticed
by anyone
in the light of day.

How do we close our eyes
and fly away
when we find
we are only human
wearing a dress of skin
and we remember how we met
and built bridges to be together?
Still, we both know
that a  music flows between us
and neither one of us
can ever
forget the words.

The doors are wide open
and nothing is different,
our love is full of life and time.  
Unlock the dreamless sleep
and see the truth,
my beloved,
look at us
in the evening of our hearts'.  
We are still one
even if unnoticed by anyone
in the light of day.
Copyright ©2012 Neva Flores - Changefulstorm
I was sitting outside,
smoking a cigarette
with three of my favorite pals,
and I looked at each one of them,
and I told them,
"I love how,
right now,
we're happy.
And how,
when I look in each of your eyes,
I can see the smile that isn't even on your face,"
and then we smiled,
and I went back inside.
The clouds wander on the placid water plane,
Fallen dark angels, trapped in cold flat surface,
Surreal, above the slow swimming fish in the depth

My urge to wade in and stand knee-deep
Will now smash water's fragile memory
Of sun blazed cold clouds in to smithereens

The fish, unaware of all this
And an intimacy that goes beyond
Many incarnations, would tickle
Me from toe to knee, nibble till it bleeds.

Water, a memory beyond birth,
My momentary refuge, sin and redemption.
Pain that binds me with life's incessant
Yearning to go back to elements.

It's in blue water, watching her in full bloom,
Swim in exuberant mirth, I spilled my wild seeds.
And once, the ashes of my father's mortal remains
Went gently in to water, to be one with mother earth.

**Water, beginning and the end, my forgiving
Mother, waiting with stretched hands at both ends.
Featured poem, Asiawrites.org  April 28, 2011
This alcohol in my cup won’t numb the pain,
Just like the umbrella I hold above my head won’t stop the rain.

But it’ll cover it up.

Just like the cigarette I hold between my fingers,
Will levitate smoke, hide my face and softly linger.
 Jul 2012 Sean Kassab
Lucy Tonic
Today I drew a map on my arms
It matches the old map on my legs
Now I can be useful to someone
Now I can be fruitful and divide

Still I’m afraid I’ll end up serving them
Yeah I’m afraid I’ll end up hurting them
But wait, I’ve done that already
And history repeats
But wait, I’ve done this already

They say don’t cry over spilt soul
But they’re not the ones growing ever-old
Turned off as they chant “turn me on”
With lacerating smiles from a smoking gun
I gave everything to my stereo
But it hasn’t helped me to carry on
I tried so hard to give not to take
But I’m still enemy number one

So here’s the end of the rope
As my eyes trace the destiny of these roads
They seem to run straight to my heart
But I know my brain trumps that
I’ve tried to get a big head start
But machines made sure to stop me flat
I pray for the end, the passing time
And a good friend to leave behind
But it’s as futile as it can be
My tear ducts are all empty
So I’ll pray to the nothing
Where I’ll linger, where I began
Pull up my dark cape sheet
Make death a poetry slam
The ships are coming in
The monsters are leaving the bed
Now underneath is a pair of boots
A record, and a stain of red
I’ll take nothing and everything
With me when I go
A brain in a guitar case
Would be a gentle bode
I’m sailing now, far away
To a place I will call home-
I know my true parents are
Spread wide open

Today I drew a map on my arms
It matches the old map on my legs
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