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 Apr 2014 Steven Fortune
J
I wrote I love you in the sand at the beach
Tide swallowed the words and drowned them
But the waves were not the reason for impeding speech
My awkward asocial character is the one to condemn
  Now the words are gone like the tearstains on my sheets that I have just  bleached.
My depression is a transgression
against me, and mine.
I never asked to be contaminated
with this strife.

My depression is a possession
of evil, of illness.
I never thought I would be
rife with highs and lows.

My depression is a progression
of good and bad thoughts.
I never wanted to be
violated with cries and lies.

My depression is a weapon
against all who suffer its woes.
I hope the afterlife takes this repression
and nullifies it's effects.

My depression is mine but
suffered by many. We are pulverised,
neutralised and modified by our own
minds and medicated to keep sated.

My depression is Legion
a wickedness to the self.
A circle unending, unbending,
curving toward suppression of oneself.
© JLB
 Apr 2014 Steven Fortune
Poetic T
You tap my window, I settle
back to sleep but so you think
I haven't got the message, TAP,
TAP, TAP Morse Code for
WAKE UP no time for sleep.

Down more come like thunder
on my window sill, how am I
meant to sleep.

All I hear is a waterfall from the
gutter, as it slashes down a river
of noise is all I can hear. I want to
sleep but you will not let up.

So I sit up tired weary and of need
of sleep, I look out the window and
then for reasons I don't know you stop,
you just wanted my attention. Now I
dose back off  with now gentle
raindrops settling me back to sleep.
Setting sun,
Childish fun,
Playing in the woods
Dressed in black robes and hoods,
Howling underneath the dark sky
Thinking about the day we'll die,
Running through the night
Telling stories of the old gods' might,
Do we dance with devil?
Or are we on another conscious level,
Of living with the evil beasts
On immortal flesh we feast,
I'a dagon i'a hydra,
We spit a mix of blood and saliva
Out of the darkest places
Dressed in hoods with pain on our faces
We are the dark children
We'll never sleep the night away again...
 Apr 2014 Steven Fortune
Louise
I thought you were forgotten
then you looked at me that way
I was helpless, top to bottom

I thought I could deny you
then you just waited
you knew what I would do

I thought I was done
then you kissed my lips
held me, and then some

I thought you would stay
then you cruelly left  ......

I'm still standing here to this day
 Apr 2014 Steven Fortune
Jack
~

Love me


Kiss me
For your lips are my desire
Touch me
Know my skin it does require
Hold me
Like you’ll never let me go
Love me
For you know I love you so
~
Squeeze me
With your arms so very tight
Tease me
With your beauty every night
Feel me
With your hands that I adore
Show me
That you couldn’t love me more
~
Thrill me
With your eyes of chocolate brown
Lift me
When I’ve fallen to the ground
Help me
When you know I’ve lost my way
Teach me
Of your love now everyday
~
Fill me
With your love so very warm
Save me
When I’m standing in a storm
Keep me
Ever closer to your side
Trust me
With the secrets you confide
~
Hear me
As I whisper in your ear
Find me
Ever wanting to be near
Tell me
You forever will be true
Love me
For I always will love you
 Apr 2014 Steven Fortune
Tegan
There are emotions that have no words
and instead become motions
and drunken slurs.
We are fooled into believing
that every tragic feeling
is a wound to be healed
or a cry to be heard.
 Apr 2014 Steven Fortune
Tegan
I am adrift
upon a sea that
always returns to kiss
the broken shore.
No matter how hard the two collide
she always returns for more.
I am stranded
upon this constant tide
that perpetuates a heartache,
for no matter how hard I try
I cannot become the foam of waves
I cannot return time and time again to kiss that perfect stony face.

The sea is in love with the shore
but must always pull away.
Only to return once more
with the thundering embrace
of a thousand soft lipped waves.
I think I left this in your shirt pocket and I think you've read it. It is about you. Of course this is about you.
An interlude, quiet
Soft and lovely,
Full of a tender smile, yet
So much a part of life’s
Hidden joys

A magical essence that
Is lost yet found at the
Same moment in your smile.
And the magic prevails even
Against the night

…for you far outshine the
stars and the moon

A revolution goes on
Constantly within your
Eyes, causing a fire to
Daily rage

And its spark sets fire
To every living essence
Within me, and I know
That I love you

Realizing  my life’s song is
A tribute to your never
Ceasing devotion,  making
Its melody of love…

A rhapsody to my heart.
A song of love
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