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 Aug 2012 Sean Kassab
Alice Kay
The dark rolling clouds
surround me.
Each dusty contact
burns.

I try to run away,
but in which direction?
Stumbling and tripping
over hidden obstacles,
I run towards the only patch of color in the black,
A field of grass before a setting sun.
But it slips into the engulfing darkness
as the sun sets.

The clouds sting my eyes now,
my vision blurs and fades.

How did I even get here?
I think, as I fall the final time.
 Aug 2012 Sean Kassab
Andrea
i woke up from a dream the other day
i dreamt no one was there for me
everyone abandoned me when i needed them most
my friends, my family, everyone
i barely made it out alive

i woke up from a dream the other day
i dreamt that i was forced to live in a place i hated
everybody in that place was a carbon copy of one another
no one cared, no one noticed
i barely made it out alive

i woke up from a dream the other day
i dreamt i was in the hospital
i had taken too many pills
my heart was racing faster than it should
i barely made it out alive


i woke up from a dream the other day
i dreamt that i was living my life
day after day of being me
living in my house, going to my school
i'm not going to make it out alive
 Aug 2012 Sean Kassab
Emelia Ruth
I love you.
For everything,
that you are,
that you were,
and the amazing person you are going to become.

We seem so perfect for each other
but so
distant.
Two missing puzzle pieces
that fit immaculately together,
lost.

We tried so hard to stay connected,
but our edges became worn
and images faded.

So you stripped me
of everything I was.
You took all my colors,
all my strength,
all of my will,
and left me as just
cardboard.
Soggy,
from the tears,
of a shredded heart,
streaming from within.

But over time,
my skin dried
and was stained and crinkled.
Showing a new picture.
A new me.
Stronger.
Happier.
And even more beautiful than before.

I love you.
For everything,
that you are,
that you were,
and the amazing person you are going to become.

It's just that you don't love me...
 Aug 2012 Sean Kassab
Jessica M
Is it too late to dream?
The first gleams of sunlight are creeping through the glass
and the birds sing of morning
but i stay wrapped in my sheets
and in my dreams
of you and me on a dock in summer
but the water is red
and it stains your toenails
I sit and i watch
the homemade movie
play out in my mind
i see a woman with love and care
in her eyes
and tenderness in her hands
as she holds the baby me
in her arms
i see that woman transform
the dark shadows under her eyes appear
her eyes, nails and teeth yellow
her eyes become dull and lifeless
I see me growing slowly
watching my mother fall apart
as i move from in her arms
to beside her
to all the way away from her
what replaces me in her arms you ask?
A needle
a vial
of a nasty drug
that snatches my mother away from me
so why after i watch my mother **** herself slowly
do i still pick up that joint
and smoke that bowl
or drink that bottle?
because im weak and
Im always looking over my shoulder to see
if she is watching,
if she is seeing me end up just like her
but all i see
is her slowly wasting away to nothing
untill i see myself end up in that same seat
with my daughter looking back at me.
The Man in Black
The Silver Fox
Brad Paisley shows
That Country Rocks

Western's gone
But Country's not
Remember those
Who time's forgot

From Red Georgia Clay
To the Tennessee Hills
From Kentucky Blue Grass
I still get the chills
When the music goes through me
It's a feeling so strong
That can only be born
From an old country song



Loretta Lynn
Dottie West
Patsy Cline
They were the best

Old time country
Tennessee tunes
Mountain Bluegrass
My favorite tunes

From Red Georgia Clay
To the Tennessee Hills
From Kentucky Blue Grass
I still get the chills
When the music goes through me
It's a feeling so strong
That can only be born
From an old country song

The singers change
The tunes do not
They still sing the music
That others forgot

Williams and Jones
Acuff and Dickens
Old Buck and Roy
Still Pickin' and grinnin

From Red Georgia Clay
To the Tennessee Hills
From Kentucky Blue Grass
I still get the chills
When the music goes through me
It's a feeling so strong
That can only be born
From an old country song
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