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Just cooked up another bright idea came to take the foreign words
From mother earths now unprotected purse
Curse the common man who came in droves
I meant not to befall so awoken
I was brought here asleep as a stone
 Jan 2017 Shannon Lee Rohn
tamia
the moon is beaming in the dark
with tiny stars as little sparks
it shines with pride, in graceful hues
when night time falls and starts anew

but the moon is kind,
it does not boast
it shines so brightly
to guide, at most

and the moon loves greatly,
it loves the stars
because it lets them shine too
so they are seen from afar
 Jan 2017 Shannon Lee Rohn
ALC
My bones they creak
They beg to give in
They swear to me
That this is our end.

My skin it burns
It rips and it tears
It bleeds profusely
Puddles everywhere.
It cries my name
With each passing slash
And swears to me
This is our last.

My muscles they burn
As harsh acid fills in
It pleads to give up
They need to give in.
It groans to me
Weak with despair
We must surrender or we will no longer be here.

My body it aches
It screams as we bleed.
It needs to rejuvenate,
To rest and receive.
It promises our demise
With sharp barking words,
To go on is death!

My soul it sings,
And screams all the same.
It feels all the hurt,
And it knows all of the pain.
It knows the trial is more then can bear,
But it sings because it knows we are almost there.
It whispers sweat words to the rest of my being
To go on is death, but so is just staying.
Move forward,
Go on.
See the world through a screen
Or look with your eyes,
And experience new things.

-ALC December 21, 2016
my bones decay
slowly.
a cobweb spins
in and out,
in and out,
pulling bones
closer, tighter,
snapped.
i am a ghost, i
am the dust of
a burnt-out star,
collapsed,
collapsed,
collapsed.
i am the corpse
of a child, i am
thrown out,
used up,
and death drags
his feet behind me,
the angels turn
their backs and
hang their heads.
and i spin suns
out of dirt,
tapping my feet
and breaking
all my fingers.
(g.c.) 12/17/16
 Jan 2017 Shannon Lee Rohn
tamia
i spent my childhood
with a conch shell in hand,
i'd be near the sea
even on land

for when i'd press
it to my ear
i'd hear the ocean
loud and clear

and that's when i realised:
i could have the world in my hands
if i believed enough
i could get to distant lands
Yesterday is a waste. Tomorrow is a haste.
Today is all there is, and it's the last of them
I am a lost girl, overlooking dimensionless depths
The sea sings it's subtle songs,
The sky bleeds blues into oranges, reds into purples
And the cirrus clouds streak the sky like scars
Evening embers tinge the edge of existence
Reality retreating into it's final resting place
Tainted flower of fragile fights well fought
A lost girl, staring at the shining sun of sorrow
Knowing full well there is no tomorrow
more news that ain't fit to print by yours truly
Sentiment settled on something close to love
But found the weight of endeavors just heavy enough
Barely a thought above water
Treaded the dreaded commitment, swam the distance, Between a lover and the mere drive to want her
Animalistic as it is
I've evolved only so far to *******, meaning in a moment that calls for it
I'll rise like fault lines met true expression
Completely lost to a word worthy until it's been written
I said it loud and clear
Loves resurrected
Hour glass holds the key and the breath like you're form, more deadly than the very fall from the dream you shook awake
The daylight holds not a candle to yours
In the midnight like stars that permeate this darkness
Hearts sit just above horizons
And the mere static between is intoxicant to toxic
Sentiment settled the nerves like tea leaves
Saying romance comes in varied growth
Souls when bared naked
Cannot be unseen
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