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Candidly so,
I'm increased by you
Your love, presence and adoration

Have you came to me so
In beauty, trampled by ways
You can not live without me

Your woes do show
Am I yours - carefully written down
Unknown to you
I am

We've not formally met
Dreaming in your head
Uprooted
Time and time again
Transplanted from my comfort zone
To a new place where I have no friends
Shipped off
Away from those I love
Forced to start over from scratch
In a new and hostile living environment
Thrown out
Kicked to the curb
Sent sprawling to the pavement
Isolated once again from all I'm used to

Is it any wonder I'm messed up?
I've got nowhere to call my own
I've been forcefully torn away from
Every place I've ever called home
I saw a therapist the other day. He said I have adjustment issues. I'm inclined to believe him.
I was relaxed, and deep in thought
The type of talk that silence brought
When just in earshot it rocked,
tick tock
tick tock
"Must be a clock"
I told myself and resumed my thought

Though as the seconds passed I could not,
Despite the will with which I fought
Do to its incessant knock
Tick tock
Tick tock
I searched for the clock
Unable to find the train I sought

I grew more and more distraught
With each and every tick and tock
That find the clock, I could not
As the silence grew more fraught
With the knock,
Tick Tock
Tick Tock
I knew the pain of Lancelot

On and on it ticked and tocked
I cursed at the unseen dreadnought
It no longer merely mocked
But each and every tick and tock
Became an unseen onslaught
TICK TOCK
TICK TOCK
T'was 11 o'clock,
When my heart felt the gunshot

Though the shots I could not block
And on and on the bullets poured
Further into the fray I bored
Each foot a cinderblock
Weighed by war
I slowly walked
Tick Tock
Tick Tock
How I'd make it answer for

Alas
With little blood left to speak for Desperately I implored
"Restrain your hands that caused such gore;
We need not fight evermore!"
But when I heard the ceaseless knock
Tick tock
Tick tock
I new my words had been ignored
And slowly collapsed to the floor

****** and bludgeoned when I hit bed rock, I had still found no clock
But tick and tock it had forgot
The church bell rang t'was 12 o'clock,
Though mortal wounds the seconds wrought
I no longer was distraught
And as I lay in the hemlock
It occurred in my last thoughts
I would miss the beating knock
tick..., tock...
tick..., tock...
First poem looking for feed back critical and complimentary
I was in a dream when Silence called
And woke me from my shallow sleep,
Though it's ring raked my ears I stalled to meet my feet,
Yet through the darkness I soon crawled
To hear the quiet weep,
A tearful tale it unveiled that I dare not repeat
It echoes in the mind it galled
What thoughts it's specter reaps,
I was dreaming when Silence called
It knows I never sleep
Would like to know what you think
And critical comments are welcome
The universe smiles when you wake up
the world gets jealous of you when you have no makeup
the stars shine brighter when you're around
and the birds sing when you make a sound

Flowers bloom in your presence
and you leave me speechless with every sentence
The rain pours down just to touch you
And you make grey skies turn to blue

Your beauty could make a blind man see again
And looking into your eyes is a godsend
An eternity isn't enough time to be with you
And like the moon I'll be there to brighten your night too

Because you're everything I could ever want
The one I'd always flaunt
The woman that will always be on my mind
So just know that I'll be yours till the end of time
For my 2016 writing project, I’ve decided to write a single line of poetry every day for an entire year. Below, is March’s poem. Enjoy!

A lust for travel.
Open road as religion.
Rubber and road offering redemption.

I couldn’t imagine anyone else by my side.
Attacking this world together.
We leave a mark everywhere we go.
Here is somewhere that once seemed like nowhere.
You are someone who once seemed like no one.

All is different now behind this wheel.
Everything and anything seems possible.

With vastness before us,
Space begins to open all around.
We are defining the world on our terms.
The stars hang above like a summer, revival canopy.
Here we are to receive a message;
A message to be shared far and wide,
As if from the mouth of God!

Your life is not your own.
It is meant to be shaped by experiences.
It is meant to be shared.
Make it a memorable one.

This road has an ending though.
Soon, the realness of life will return.
We do ourselves justice to remember this sense of freedom.
We do ourselves service to remember the love.
At times, it will be all that we have.
But it will always be what we need.
Just remember the open road.
Just be here in this moment.
 Apr 2016 Selena Nights
nivek
freedom can be bare feet
or naked
or laughter
freedom can be poetry
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