Jim Morris Mar 2

gaze into the eyes
of a voodoo girl
no one gets out alive
reveal the spiral
awake
osculate the great serpent
by the vast and ancient lake
not to repent
deep blue, beneath the serene moon
they watch over and croon
lost in a trance
burning desire
dance
around a diminishing fire
another chance
a new temple rises, same mistake
lost in a romance
lady snake
im fearful
of the coop
a world seen in clear crystal
tangled in a loop
wake dreams, hopeless augury
hideous laughter, drowning in mockery
laden under a spell insane
oh, disdain
we'll meet again

Vexren4000 Feb 21

Trapped in a place,
A causal loop.
Where the first event,
Is indiscernible from the last.
Sure to cause madness after prolonged exposure.
Prolonged exposure is the only option,
That seems available.

Gaius Normanyo Nov 2016

When I fall, I don't land where I used to.
The Lord's hands catch me and guide me through
Dark valleys, mountain peaks, and the in-between;
Depression, accomplishments, any emotional scene.
The embrace of Heaven's warmth is what I seek,
But while I'm here I'll show others as I speak.
Truth, wisdom, my faults, I do not hold back at all
Because I know He has me, even when I fall.

10:45 PM, 10/27/16 - 12:34 PM, 11/5/16
Secret-Author Sep 2016

Spoken Word Poetry

The words just don't come together
I choke.
And it's easier for me to think
If I'm not really looking.
But instead
If I just keep to myself
With my head down low
Everything seems to work.
Time passes by
Rather than this stagnant space I'm used to
Where I can feel myself  letting you down.

It's horrible,  truly
A dull ache in my heart that is always there.
The steady beat of disappointment
Not. Good. Enough.
Not. Good. Enough.
Not. Good. Enough.

But I am O.K
In lots of ways.
Just the ways that are not conventional.
Or useful. Well,
Not to you anyway.
I know I have a beauty in me somewhere.
Just the words don't come together
I choke.
And it's easier for me to think
If I'm not really looking.
But instead
If I just keep to myself
With my head down low
Everything seems to work.
Time passes by
Rather than this stagnant space I'm used to
Where I can feel myself letting you down.

It's horrible, truly
A dull ache in my heart that is always there.
The steady beat of disappointment
Not. Good. Enough.
Not. Good. Enough.
Not. Good. Enough.

Spoken Word Poetry.
Who I Am
Louisa Coller Aug 2016

The mindset of a summer kiss left upon the memories of you,
suffocate me individually in the consciousness every second.
You and I were a terrible mix, we thought we were perfect.
You and I were terrible at maintaining, and I was constantly fearful.

When lit eyes locked mine into an abyss-like stare,
I presumed the moment would go on.
When your hand left mine in a hopeful glare,
It began to feel like the last one.

Corruption, manipulation, ruptures and screams came,
but everyone presumed it was just me.
But now I look back upon that angel,
she was warning me.

My lips sealed tightly with another man thinking I was right,
little did I know this man was only in love with me for the night.
When he grabbed me close, I felt relieved,
as if love had came back to life.
While he sobbed sweet tears,
thinking on why I left him that night.

It came clear to me that I didn't grasp love,
if anything I shattered it to pieces.
Presuming love was a sweetest of cupcake,
without added ingredients.

But after years of silence, isolation and thought it occurred to me,
ever since that night his mind laid on me like a burden for a time.
Temptations to move on, girls laying upon me, seducing me simply,
everything you wanted, sugar and warmed hearts, which I denied.

For after all this time we came back eye to eye,
to find out when we left we hurt each other a little more inside.
Secrets we stay, hopefully not remain as we spend the nights,
for you see,
You and I were a perfect mix, when we thought all was lost.
You and I were a perfect mix, my illness lied to us.

Ryan Jul 2016
IDK

In anticipation
but cut off when so close
I feel like a puppet
been used for an inapt purpose
as I give my all to try to understand
it's not enough it seems
so much misunderstanding
I wish we could have given
it just the one chance
I still keep loving you
I still keeping caring
even though I feel like some game
to you
a momentary feeling
but I know its not the case
deep down
but you get back on your feet
as you meet your next lover
without any hesitation
I become a fading memory
as wait in the distant corner
no wanting to search into
meaningless ends..
hoping sometime well
see each other in joy
and take a chance
that one day
well both understand

meeting you made me feel like you was the closest thing to a soulmate I could ever have..you have no idea how much I wanted the chance to be around you again.. wish it was guna be easier but it aint, shit is tearing me up.. im probably delusional or something idk anymore
GaryL May 2016

Hey mister, can you spare me a dime
or maybe just a moment of your time
I hate to admit, I'm a starving artist
maybe my choices aren't the smartest

it seems senseless starving for art
artistic integrity plays a big part
parting my ways seems so hard
hardest part is silencing my heart

hey mister, can I sell you a rhyme
it might mean something over some time
I'm proud to admit I'm a starving artist
even though these days are the hardest

rewrite - omg, I have lost 6 followers and gained 8 in one day. LMAO! I have been nothing but nice to all who followed me, and done my best to support their poetry. I wish folks would let me know why, and not be so cowardly. I am sorry if you are frustrated, or for whatever reason you unfollowed me. This site isn't about poetry, it's about shutins who live on the net. If you have a problem, or hear a rumor, come to me with it. You better believe I am not in private messages talking about you.
Giraluna Gil May 2016

I made a loop with a running knot around my neck
A snare, a lasso
A hangman's hassle
I tightened it up
I pushed the chair
Only to blame the only person who actually cared

GaryL May 2016

the only way that he could say bye
buying a red rose and watching it die
dying to find some other way
weighing his options to live another day

he couldn't help but to feel like a heel
healing was hard and the pain was real
reality soaked him like torrential rains
reigning over his will to remain

(I am trying to get back to following the ones who follow me, or take interest in my writing. The best way to "weed out" was to unfollow all, and then look at the list of my followers. I hate to be that way, but i also hate to see the ones who unfollwed me on my "home" page. Please bear with me, because it will only allow me to follow so many people a day apparently.)

Homophone must be used as last word in first line and third line, and their homophones should be used as the first word in the second and fourth lines.
Ryan Jan 2016

I don't know how to help myself,
where do I even start?
I could write paragraphs of words,
enough to fill miles of the open world.
but these words don't help to change,
they only help to vent out thoughts.
When will the real change happen?
there is so much to see and do...
yet it feels pointless on my own.
I can't seem to grasp it,
repeating routines, how can anyone be satisfied.
I need to meet more people,
I dont know where to start, where to go...
Just completely stuck.

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