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None of the words seem right without you.
^Reason as to why I can't really write anything.
There is no time to stop and stare
It was not me, I was not there
I ran away, I caught the wind
I never let the truth rescind

In morning news I buffer
In evening nap I stutter
In transcendental modes
I mutter.

This is a human isobar
They do not touch
The pointsof equivalence
Connect linearly

Lovers leap
The rest of us
Try to catch a glimpse
Of their compass.
 Oct 2014 Sean Winslow
Samuel
I feel as though I'm falling
And **** myself awake

But sleep is a feast
And I'm starving
 Sep 2014 Sean Winslow
Ryan Jakes
The man in the van
Started hatching his plan
Down the street at a quarter to four
With his clipboard and tie
and his best lizard smile
He purposefully knocked on my door.
"Do you have a license?"
his voice broke the silence
I stood there and claimed common law
I told him his kind on my land were not welcome
asked him to step away from my door.
He said "could I step inside for a second to see if you have a TV.
I told him get lost as he told me the cost
of getting television for free.
I stood there and mocked
he was really quite shocked
by my laughter and absence of fear
at a thousand pound fine, maybe even some time
at her majestys service for me.
I then, quite politely closed the door behind me
as I marched him tout suite down my path
straight back to his van, this strange little man
while the neighbours all watched with a laugh.
"You're breaking the law"
He told me once more
as I put the poor ****** inside
I closed the door tightly
and then so politely
Waved *******, as home I did stride.
I don't love you any more

Nor do I love you any less
With you I feel I have reached the peak
Of pure happiness

That's why I really can't stand you

Being all by yourself
Need you to be here with me
And nobody else

Because I hate you

Being away from me
If this is all a test of time
I've failed it miserably

It's all over

Written on my face
The love I have for you my dear
Could never be replaced

So yes I don't love you any more*

Nor do I love you any less
Because without you to keep me grounded
*We both know my life would be a mess
The whispers of a thousand ladybugs
Caught in a strand of sunbeam
Became slurred
One more White Russian
Sloshed down and stirred
In the belly of that brilliant star
Gave birth to sweet summer
The seventh month, day five
Seemed silent in comparison to the night before
Where blasts became a long drone
And drowned out that roaring train
Which would (on any other night)
Rattle the blinds of this small home
We see that it is soon to be emptied
And even more quickly, after,
To be full once more
We are at the crossroads
Of interspace and matter
But those thousand tiny wings
Kick up dust off our old albums and memory boxes
And leave them hanging there
Suspended in threads of light
Such big eyes we have
All the better to dream with
Sleepwalkers, forevermore
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