Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
 
 May 2013 S D S
sleepyhead
4:10-5:30
 May 2013 S D S
sleepyhead
"we're not psychologists, you know"
yeah, but we can pretend
lying under pine, oak + ash

i watched them hold eachother mostly every day
until we felt everything was going to be grand
or at least okay.                            
it felt less and less like a therapy
more like addiction, a prescription, need

nicotine hands, freezing fingertips
whiskey breath + colder lips
Do not stand at my grave and weep..
I am not there. I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain,
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awake in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft star-shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry..
I am not there. I did not die.
 May 2013 S D S
Runner
Where is the elixir that will make me forget?
I need to find it I need to drink it.
For I need to flee,
for I want to be free.
Free from the burden,
free from the torture and guilt.
I just want to run,
To a place far away.
Away from the corruption,
Away from the sins.
To place where I will know,
Know the meaning of peace.
So help me forget the memories good and bad.
All I need, all I want,
Is freedom that I lust in a land far far away.
 May 2013 S D S
whispertotheair
She believes in wishes,
And that true love exists,
And Maybe some day
Will come her prince.

She wears flower crowns,
And reads old books,
She believes in poetry
And in unicorns, too.

She enjoys learning
And reading the dictionary
But never got good grades
It just wasn't the matter.

However this world
Was never enough
She wanted a fairytale
And never got it along.

That's why
she had to create
A world for herself
And nobody else
Hoping someday
A prince would come
To rescue her from this sleep
That never begun.
 May 2013 S D S
Harry J Baxter
The morning is serene
sober shafts of light
filter through the trees
which were planted
lining the streets
to make the city seem
just a little less man made
and it isn't too hot
and there isn't too much wind
only a light breeze
and a gentle wash of
sunlight

Mornings are holy times
times of reflection
times of rekindling
the spark
of the spirit of humanity
and I'm not a morning person
so I'm graced with these moments
much too rarely
but they are my best moments
and my favorite moments
easy summer mornings
when the birds chirp their loudest
and the sky is the cool blue
of the pacific ocean
morning for the usually dreary
hydrates the brain
better than any cool
perspiring
glass of brita filter water
the morning is the birth
of a new day
 May 2013 S D S
CRH
Hide and Seek
 May 2013 S D S
CRH
You are so tentative and terrified
and we both know beyond a reasonable doubt
exactly how much of it is all my fault.

There is no way to deny
my responsibility this time.

But I am confident and competent
and, at this point, not really giving a ****-
(rock bottom has advantages sometimes.)

I have nothing left to lose
because I have already misplaced you
but I am a master of Hide and Seek
and you are not terribly hard to find.

**I gave you fair warning that I wasn't backing down this time.
Ready or not,
here I come...
Tap, tap, tap.
These repetitive little things
repeatedly annoy me.
They tap and tap and tap,
and my blood begins to boil.

Tap, tap, tap.
It's like it echos in my head,
like whispers that emit
in a room that makes no noise.
And I am tired of the-
tap, tap, tap.
It drives me crazy, and,
i cannot control it.
I have a problem,
with authority.
I don't like to be controlled.
And when the tap comes tapping back,
I cannot sit at all.
It stirs me like a coffee cup and
throws me like a switch.
It's like a faulty bungee jump
or a clock that only ticks.
TAP TAP TAP.
It's only getting worse.
I contract, with the-
tap tap tap*-
and I can't control myself.
So stop the tap, tap, tap,
or maybe I'll stop it for you.
Because once the demons rise in me,
the anxiety builds a wall,
and it won't control the things I'd wish to do at all.
 May 2013 S D S
whispertotheair
Now that you´re far away I can´t sleep,
which is weird,
we used to be in the same city
living in the same streets
and I missed you
like you were far away from me,
and now that you are
all I can think is
how lucky I was
when you where next to me.
Next page