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Five
Letters
Are
Not
Enough
Sometimes
Sorry
It's
Just
A
Word
Sometimes
Sorry is not enough
Sometimes
We had to
Set everything
Right
Else
Leads
To
Something weird
Hard to imagine
 Jul 2014 Thenay Cora
TR Takoda
I can't write good poetry anymore.

Anytime I sit down and try to pound out a few words that might make someone feel
Any emotion really
Nothing special
Maybe just a small twinkle
Or a twinge
I come up lacking.
My former knack for the typed word has gone out the window.

Along with all of my worries and cares
Don't get me wrong
I still freak out
And cry sometimes
But I'm not sad anymore.

The deep emotions that I felt were unexpressed in the sad little heart of a girl that stopped existing a year ago are no longer struggling to escape from the tips of my brown little fingers.

The words flow as freely as the peace in my heart
Now that I've remembered what they are.
 Jul 2014 Thenay Cora
Hilda
Gone
 Jul 2014 Thenay Cora
Hilda
Time hath ceased.
All clocks stopped.
Where you passed by
in dew kissed meadow,
void of thy presence.
We hear no more
at our door
thy gentle knock.
After thy passing
and before
persistent loud cry
of Whip-poor-will.
Now that is still.

Silence.


**~Hilda~
© Hilda July 4, 2014
My pap saw ghosts
The night he died.
I stood in his old boots
One year later, and learned
A subtle love of power
With fire, fire, *fire
 Jul 2014 Thenay Cora
Amaranthine
Pretty pretty pretty
But you remain the same
As the childish and petty
To whom living is a game

Ugly ugly ugly
Not a blemish in sight
Because the pretty ones bug me
*What counts is inside
 Jul 2014 Thenay Cora
Fred Kinard
Expectation And Submission:

The kool-aid sat on the table for two days.
I was forced to take a sip.
My will to live was driven out by fear.
I allowed true masters to abduct me.
Modern day oppression welcome us all.
Not one line will divide or add color.
Perception is ugly like horseshoe *****.
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