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 Dec 2015 Shaded Lamp
Sjr1000
Finally,
I'm comin' around

I've been gone a
long long
time

I'm coming around

I'm kicking back in

My eyes beginning
to
see again.

The
faded
hated
self
I've been -
the haze
of fog
without
within

The rolling
of
sleep,
sleep
never
really
very deep

But
I'm comin' around
I'm coming around

The girls
they
look
so good
again

It's been a month
of Sunday's
since I felt the power surge

Ready to
put
my party boots
on,
head to town
see
what
maybe can
be found

I'm comin' around

All those issues
are
dead and gone
I know, I know
there's
always
another
box of tissues

But
that's okay
I'm back to seeing the world
seeing it
some way
sometimes
even
my way

I'm comin' around
I'm coming around.
This words are my own to
scandalize, throw it directly
in your face, scream them
encrush them and swallow
in silence as a pois a porter
at a tabooed cablooed bar
drinking bottles of brewed
cougar gulping bitter pills
small tokens of forgotten
abandoned little peoples

Taboo Words:
heartbreak, blob, writersblock
anguish, drunkdead, motherfu
To miss a staff meeting is no joke.
It extends the time between a smoke.
Once outside cigs are passed around:
The air is filled with smoke and happy sounds.
Too soon the session comes to an end:
To the customers’ needs they must attend.
So it’s back to the job,
Where they earn a honest bob.

Norman Stevens
Every time I see Norman at *****'s pub on our seafront he hands me a handwritten poem. Here's another....
 Dec 2015 Shaded Lamp
Matt
Everyone has left
My home
And left a mess for me

But I'm content
To clean at home
I'm happy as can be
I wish that I was dead.
It’s not really that I want to **** myself.
I just want everything to be over.

If I was brave enough
maybe I could do it myself.
But I’m not.

I wish that my life was over
so I wouldn’t have all of these feelings
that actually don’t exist.

I wish that I was gone,
away from my life and family
so I wouldn’t be hurting them anymore.

If only I could make it
so I’m the only one who hurts,
maybe I’d be brave enough.
.




Oh I can see

You  so simple


Gentle as a

Child

With a mother who loves


•••••


Tender feelings

We walk on the broken dream

Street

( of a nation        In so much    Pain )


:::


Mountains open

Revealing


Magical Pathways


Come quickly


If YE'd escape !




Wandering song


Strong men appearing

Women

With true love

Carry the child

So tenderly



.
It used to be much worse than this,
we'd sit beside the open fire and listen to
the choir of winds that sung outside the
kitchen door
and Dad would give us kids what for if we
wished that there were more of it.

The seasons all roll into one
and each one mirrors
the one before,
poor robin's beating his red breast
trying to figure which one's
best.

I got somewhat older somewhere
along the way,
the days become much shorter and
I feel the cold today.

She keeps the thermostat on high
she knows that I'm that kind of
kind of guy.

It used to be much worse than this,

but
it gets better.
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