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 Apr 2014 Tallulah
J M Surgent
She asks me if I love her
Then she asks me if I really do
She asks me why I love her
Then asks me if I think I should

She asks me if if it's worth it,
Then ask me if if my answer is sure,
She asks me why I'm leaving
And I say my answer was the door.
ineffable the moment of one's death,
between the final beat and darkness....
when consciousness takes notice of no sound
within the chest while fading into numbness,

yet moreso inconceivable is then
the moment of the numbness into dark,
before that step into oblivion,
when final thoughts yet feed upon a spark,

the final thought, the final one indeed,
its ending more precisely mystery,
its closing, its transition where it leads,
into no thought, nor zen, no more to be,

since none are dead who ponder on such things,
to those who live no understanding rings

(C)2012, Christos Rigakos
English (Shakespearean) Sonnet
 Jan 2014 Tallulah
pluie d'été
he woke up beside the girl
with the universe
captured
in her sad eyes

running his fingers
through her tumbled hair
watching stillness
and memories of the future
flicker across her invisible mind

he traces the fragility
of her ribs
feels something
slowing
underneath her skin

where is your heart
he whispers
so softly
and she hears his voice
succumbing to her dreams and nightmares
void of longing
acceptance
taints the sky

cracking and heavy
her walls want to fall
she keeps herself
to the stars
in the night
and feels him move away from her
pulling her closer
 Jan 2014 Tallulah
Keith A Lake
My droopy eyelids ache as if I saw the sight of the sun,
Walking silently, but swiftly; motionlessly into her arms
I hear  the fragile air passing through her lungs
I feel the delicate pulse of her neck
The fragile but weak heartbeat; beating down the seconds
I thought I felt nothing
Thinking it would only satisfy my cravings
as her life slowly became mine I dared not to look
But her faint smile overwhelmed me
The sweet sanguine fluid flowing down her body
Onto my lips
The only time I feel alive again is in this moment
Until my cravings are gone and the despair numbs me once more
I can see through her eyes
Her vision distorts me from her sight
Not knowing who she is or why she let me gaze upon
Her image, but it's one image I will never forget
An image I won't want to lose
A second more and she subsides
or
A second less and she subsists
For each second I felt her neck
Pulse
The first time I felt my heart
Pulse
And for each pulse I felt
The more human I became.
© Keith Lake 11/2013
 Jan 2014 Tallulah
Jared Eli
Let's run through the night
You and I
Let's run through the cold
Through the mist
Let's run like mad
Because I'm mad about you
And Helen Hunt knows
What I mean

Take my hand
And let's run recklessly
Through the slicked-down
Streets
Never fearing
A broken neck
Only fearing
The rising sun
Which signals the end
Of this night
Our night
Happy New Year, P. O. M. H.
 Jan 2014 Tallulah
Jared Eli
You've got a lead-filled crown atop your head
Tilts forward and backward
Like a swaying pendulum
Heavy is the head, they say
But you'd know better than they would
So tell me, how does it feel?
To have all the power
All the knowledge
All the glory?
How does it feel
To know that every failure
Every death
Every illness
Every act of hatred on this earth
Is your fault?
To be omnipotent
You must accept all actions as your own
You are the most responsible
For all the actions
That have taken place
Look in the mirror and see infinity
Because you created yourself to create entirety
And the best part is
All this guilt
Will be forgotten
All the shame
Will be forgotten
All the dehumanizing things you feel
Will be forgotten
And the depth to which you sunk
Will be forgotten
And the powers you might wield
Will be forgotten
When you wake
For only in dreams
Can you control as you did before
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