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things are changing so
quickly.

life is happening so
quickly.

from one thing to the next,
supporting friends, working
at the cafe and hospital...

and things will continue to
change. as long as we are alive
nothing will ever stay the same
Seconds, minutes, hours, days...

You can get over it. Tick, tick.

Days, weeks, months, years...

You're in a different place. Ring, ring.

Decades, centuries, millennium, eons...

We're all the same! Toll, toll.
sir humbug Apr 2019
so we are in the same time zone

a first clue that makes me think,
mmm,
you could be my next door neighbor,
wouldn’t that be weird

knock on the wall twice,
I’ll know, knock back thrice,
and will hear you cracking up

and
if you are down the block, across the street,
or down south in Eastern Narnia Florida,
or in Eastern Narnia Ohio,
where the palms are swaying,
and the spring snows still hanging on,
doubled over with laughter
at this preposterous notion,
I’ll know,
cause mutual cracklings
are airborne contagious

and I hope to never be vaccinated
against laughing out loud


1:47am again somewhere Narnia nearby
jules inspired
Bullet Apr 2019
They don't want me too be the same
They want me to color them
But I would draw them in grey
Outline as deep as the shade of black
Light we see in deep color, we're high measured in
With all the paint
Curves filling in tight spaces
Eyes can determine purpose
I don't have to color me
I don't have to color me
I'm in the same
I'm in the same
Plane I was drawing on
Boxes connecting grids
Checks but with what in the ink
Green is looking a lot of funny
Given is a grade of dark yellow
To sit in the shade wallowing in an out
Enjoying bitter and sweetness
I'm in the same kind of mind
I'm in the same kind of mind
Color all on the walls
Vivid even in the void of the blind
Sketches of foot wears bringing buries
Tripping off baby blues takes us back to the distant
Life graduates into darker shades
Into falling from darker beings
Being neutral is normal
I'm insane
I'm insane

Still no Hue
cherry blossom Apr 2019
You called me sin. A natural-born sin, you say. Something unchangeable, indomitable evil.
But its okay, you say, we are all born sinners. That, your lying tongue and your shaky hands wandering through the things that arent yours as well as your lustful eyes, and those guns you carry around that screams the bullets through the heads of the innocent, these things you made balance on one side of the weighing scale with the sin of loving the same.
You say things about nurture and nature. Its nature, you say, and never nurture, therefore you are born w̶i̶t̶h̶ ̶i̶t̶ no born as it. Im not the sinner, i am the sin.
4/4/19
A Simillacrum Apr 2019
Both tremulous, you kiss me
safe. Both tremulous, you
offer me solace. Both
tremulous, you love
me warm. I take
you inside.


(those old, old eyes. . .)


I've made altars before,
your body, your form,
movement moves me,
but you, have always been.

I've made altars before,
but you, have always been.

I've made altars before,
but you, have always been.

I've made altars before,
but you, have always been.
Erian Rose Apr 2019
I thought you'd understand...
I guess it was all in my head
Like a song on rewind
going over the same verse
over and over again...
Sharmila Juliet Apr 2019
Sometime taking revenge
Become necessary.
Not to prove the strength.
But, to make them realize
The pain has same effect
On both sides.
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