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wandabitch Jan 2013
I've wandered in garbage and tasted mirages
Sweet and tempting lie,
This place makes me question why,
Why this, why that,
What happened to class?
Did it disappear on a distant lore?
Did it choke on promises at the morgue?
Oh travelor, of outer space
And the most intimate chase
-the heart.
Twisted in a goblins fold
Or
Wicked devil of the soul;
How sad.
To be Alone,
How terrible the stories told
-in laughter.
Just to keep from frowning,
Gravity does not exist.
To hold together this fragile wish
- Of contact.
Earthlings are all the same,
But Jupiter shares my name.
We've stormed inside a red delight,
We've cried in arms so tight!
And now he is so far away...
And now there remains only shame,
Alien.
It's been awhile but I feel refreshed and transformed, comments appreciated. (Very difficult to edit on phone)
wandabitch Jan 2013
I found a letter from someone I knew
Long ago the ocean blue
Not the baitman. You know
The captain of the show.

And he said it like this
Twas a mermaids wish.

"It's the end like a forgot song."

And I sat and I prayed
That God would come save
The lost and downtrodden soul.

That mailbox would take me to my grave.
Please taxi take me away.
wandabitch Jan 2013
I AM WILD
LET ME BREATHE
YOU’LL CATCH FIRE
-OR-
A WINTER FREEZE
wandabitch Jan 2013
I hear the quiet cry, inside a sleeping sigh
Whisper of toxic love
Promising to rise once again
“I will touch the sky
I am heaven’s fiery thrown”
Creating electric storms
You see the lightning grown.
wandabitch Jan 2013
Oh! That precious soul its weight in gold pulled in the darkness deep,
with my mind and belief lost to the sea, dear one.
The paradox that it would never be,
broke it all to pieces.
You reached out and grabbed my calf, from another plane,
a jig saw puzzle perfect with shame.
And of course, tears salt the seas stumbling on ***** knees,
We are one.
wandabitch Jan 2013
I hold my broken eyes in a dream
catchers song,
where statues fell and temples dwell
Parting kindness a kissing wand;

Where visions burned in closed eyelids
a mystery,
Lynched in a harpies call letting the walls fall
Freedom trapped on a sailor's tongue;

Hidden by the blind mans plea
for sympathy,
The fight was a draw
My heart is an empty hall;

Will I ever see the sun again?
wandabitch Jan 2013
Like a heat with air puffed
Finished hunting can lay down my bow
To many birds,
Daddy.
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