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A bleeding hearts campaign;
Spend most nights
vacant.

Wishing you were a smoker,
a harder, speedier drinker;
an alcoholic like your father
&
a ****** like your mother was.

Wearing sunglasses,
staring at the ceiling.
Coast, and
you’re stone sober.

Spend most nights,
laughing it off,
*******,
and you’re already
in debt.
why
do i see
my face
in the

mirror

why do i
see my breath
superimposed
upon the
cold night
sky

i died
long ago

drown in
your ocean
no deeper
than a

pane

of

glass



soulsurvivor
catherine jarvis
(c) october 9, 2014
Long long ago
In a life
Far far away
~~~~♥~~~~




so you want my heart?
can you perform

microscopic surgery?



soulsurvivor
catherine jarvis
(c) october 9, 2014
Actually I could have a great
Relationship with a man
We'd have to be friends for
Years FIRST.  Then a ring on the
Finger second.  Then the
Cerimonial I DO
OTHERWISE I DON'T
No energy,
it seems to have deserted me,
high and dry almost ready to cry.
It is said,
'you will sink or learn to swim' but on
the thin edge of the ledge
it's easier to jump than hedge
my bets.

Just bumping the numbers here,
playing Russian Roulette.
It won't get me the jackpot but may
stop me from losing out or
dropping like a stone.

Sponging up the algebra
I fill with uselessness, and under par
I rest in selfishness,
the iron mesh,the chicken wire,
firing off a missive,like a missile and
realise that it is all quite
futile.

And yet the day walks in on me
full of heat and energy
making me
seem like a
cold sort of
fish.
I wish I were,
I'd be able to swim then.
Trying to rationalise the irrational
 Oct 2014 Shaded Lamp
Adam Latham
Where is my left?
Where is my right?
What is this mist that eclipses the light?
What are my bearings
And where is the sun?
I cannot go back
And I cannot sail on.
I am lost,
I am lost,
Will I ever be free
Of this fingerlike fog
On this mystery sea.
 Oct 2014 Shaded Lamp
Adam Latham
Invoke the beast,
And unleash the salivating wretch
Upon unprepared man.
Feed,
Take blood,
Uncoil the serpent,
Set it free,
Weep not for your humanity
It is dead.
Dead!
Deader than a dodo's head,
Deader than the driest bed
Of once quick flows of water,
Fish,
That swam together
Swish and swish.
Silence!
Do not speak but be
Calm and elementary,
Examine and evaluate
The very essence of your state.
Close your eyes
And inward look
and deep,
Inside each dark recess,
Each nook
and peep
Along those contours of the soul
Where evil thoughts and deeds not done
Lie waiting for that loaded gun to fire,
BANG!
Do you see the plumes of bloodlust carry?
This is you.
If so then go,
If nay then stay
And tarry a while to clarify the node.
We breathe the air of demon spawn
Each one of us since we were born
For at conception
There began
A process unlike mortal man
Can ponder,
Wonder,
Split his fragile mind asunder
To believe.
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