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Cate Feb 2017
I was going to write
of infatuation.
instead,
I wrote of death.
I seem to be hovering
forever in between,
a partial combination
a fickle being.

I was going to write
how his eyes glint
when I catch them
unexpectedly peering at me.
Now, I can only imagine
the endlessness of eternity
leering at me evilly
Taunting  my carelessness.

I was going to reminisce
small jokes that soothe anxiousness.
Now, consumed
by the inevitable
sweeping me away into nothingness.

I was going to question
“does he dream of me as I do?”
Now I wonder
what my dreams will dissolve into.
Fleeting moments pass rapidly
Gaseous, unaccounted for and ghastly.

2/2/2017
Mysidian Bard Dec 2016
I come from a place
Where reality's a dream
We sleepwalk awake
Silent are the screams

Uncertainty is certain
Lies are absolute
Destruction just creates
The vital and minute

Consciously unaware
Of our intended mistakes
Reminded to forget
That giving only takes

I come from a place
Where eyes never see
Through the mists of illusion
Surrounding you and me
It is the last day of May,
Summer's now in full swing
and I've come to realize many things.

I think, for once, I'd rather leave them
unwritten. There's little I can say
now that'll reconcile memory.
Poetry is freedom in expression, a lack of which is in-keeping with the mood I am. What's this then? Where silence says more than a poem.

Refusing to lend oneself to expression instead affirms an equal and opposite impression. Oh memory, once again, playing games with me.

Being, in
Breeze-Mist Mar 2016
we hate
we love
we wage war
we make peace
we commit ******
we save lives
we ignore issues
we find answers to our problems
we commit genocide
we save nations
we feel
we go numb
we enslave others
we free each other
we lie blatantly
we reveal the truth
we sneak around
we march right in
we run in fear
we stand up and fight
we are thoughtless
we're analytical
we are intelligent
we're emotional
we can all hurt
and we can all heal.
we are humanity.
Nico Reznick Mar 2016
"Compassionate Conservatism"
and
"friendly fire":
Euphemistic oxymorons
capable of
destroying hospitals.
Ignatius Hosiana Mar 2016
The painter and her brush
the Duck and her thrush
the Heart and her crush
the River and her rush

the poet and his Pen
the lion and his Den
the **** and his Hen
the Driver and his Van

the potter and her clay
the Cloud and her grey
the Eagle and her Prey
the Sun and her Ray

the Hound and his Hunter
the question and his answer
the ship and his anchor
the joker and his banter

the night and her pitch
the light and her switch
the eye and her twitch
the lie and her itch

the ring and his finger
the bell and his ringer
the future and his dreamer
the gamble and his gamer

Even closer than those
We were as close
as the Suit and his laws
we were hinges and doors

Ignatius Hosiana Mar 2016
with the blinding shine of the moon and sparkle of the star
the addictive might and strength of a real dancer
the captivating yet lacerating stare of a monster
in addition to a darkness and allure of a necromancer
You ravenously feed on my bones and thirsty drink my blood
infesting my humble heart,we're perilously Bonnie and Clyde
imbibing the fatal malignant rad of your bad
right on the craggy banister of enchantment as we glide
Chain me in the celestial hell of your carte Blanche
adulterate your amorous lips and kiss me with contagion
bequeath the vertigo of pleasure in an avalanche
and ship me across River Styx, I'll discover serene in oblivion
grapnel my flesh and rip my soft skin as I  relish being slain
plunge your sledgehammer and bring me the joie de vivre of pain
Got Guanxi Mar 2016
incandescent

Only in yellow flames,
was the outline of your body revealed,
In ethereal guise,
Chalk outlines and white lines defined my kaleidoscopic mind state,
at that peculiar time.
We should of seen the signs,
but the stars aligned,
and your nature, nefarious,
exposed the worst of both of us,
combined.
Sometimes aurora came before sleep,
and I was weak at the knees,
the calmest breeze whistled woodwind notes amongst the trees.
So sure, demure,
You asked me what I was waiting for?
And I reacted chemically,
in luminescence.
I asked you if you learnt your lesson?
It was evident that I was just your favourite daydream.
So I stayed in limerence;
exposed like windless nights to the star skies.  
Infatuated by nothing more than candle light.
I knew I was wrong,
You knew you were right.
I knew you were wrong,
You knew I was right.
Kenna Marie Feb 2016
Astonished at the plethora of cars outside my casket, I try to get up. But, I'm held down by chains. It's so bright through the little cracks in The casket that I have to squint my eyes.
The sunRays ask me, "are you ready for this ride?"
I'm pinned down, hell bound. All these gifts decorated around me and on top of me signify that I'm decaying.
I am the epitome of the hearts grief. Since day one I was infected by your leave. Theres a honk, then A crash. Caused by the distraction of me being buried. Theres a hole in the window, theres a girl in the seat and there's a screech.
"Wait for me girl!" I scream. I scramble to get free. Get me out of here. Where's the rescue for her soul? The wreckage burdens me. As people flea my scene, I see backs turn from me.
Just a bit overheated, i awake from this peculiar dream. Also me in the parking lot, with the key, foot on brake, rumbled and shakes to start for a drive.
It then dawns on me; I'm going to my own funeral.
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