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 Sep 2016 spartan73
Francie Lynch
I must walk away
Til I reach a place
Where the world ends;
Where the sky meets.
Especially at night,
I'd see shooting stars-
Brief as they are.
I'll start out barefooted,
Bring coffee and some cigs.
So, I begin.

Distance dwindles,
I focus on a silhouetted outline,
Always, as a dream...
Just ahead of me.

I recognize a gait from behind.
Siren-like, then me.
And I walk to catch-up,
Walking from everything,
With the end of my world.
Jika malam berbicara
mengenai cintanya
terhadap rembulan
Tak perlu kau berkata lagi
melalui isyarat
ataupun senandung
Cukuplah diam
dan resapi
setiap kecupan
diantara angin malam
Dan jangan ganggu bintang
karena mereka nyaman
dan tenang dalam kejauhan
Biarlah malam yang melengkapimu
Menjagamu dalam tidurmu
Pengantar untuk segala mimpimu
Semoga Tuhan bersamamu
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 Sep 2016 spartan73
a m a n d a
i wish i was better
at being angry.

like taking a baseball bat
to her car kind of angry...
feeling the weight of the swing and
watching the glass shatter.

like standing outside
his place and
shrieking
obscenities,
whipping stones
at the windows
kind of angry.

it's hard for me
to even feel anger.
i default to
confusion,
sadness,
disappointment.

what i wouldn't give
to just be
furious
and unleash it
on the world
in a hellish firestorm
for the first time in my life.

but i don't know how.
i only know how to be
cryptic and weird.
ramble on and then
sulk in silence.
scribble and type
and look around
in suspicion.

i wish people
shrunk in terror
from me,
but if wishes were horses,
beggars would ride.
 Sep 2016 spartan73
WickedHope
I've been praying for a sign
But I've been pretending not to see
Claiming I can't read
Yet here I am, dumbstruck on the ground
Knocked off my feet
And there is no easy way to piece your life together
All we can do is have hope
And you've always given me hope
You've always been my wistful hope
And I've always been your wicked.
 Sep 2016 spartan73
LifeBeauty13
One day I found my mirror of old
the girl stood now as woman
Memories swirled in time past
Adorning my face,excitement in my heart
mindful of the night,would I meet my soulmate
Dreaming in the mirror,time was a tool in my hand
seeing my wedding day and a future of mirth
but truth did not mirror dreams
life harder creating fears
Torment in my present and my sinking regret
some of my dreams did not beget
Found love and so much pain
Looking in the mirror,do I dare to dream once more
Holding on to my faith and what life could be
Reflect love to those you adore
To fight for that life and so much more
I was given that mirror when I was 15.Different reflection and person.
As you walk along your path
Always think positive thoughts
Be willing to lift yourself and others up
In order to reach the top
You may face those troubled waters
Adjust those sails
Let the battle build you
So that you can prevail
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