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Gentle lady, do not sing
Sad songs about the end of love;
Lay aside sadness and sing
How love that passes is enough.

Sing about the long deep sleep
Of lovers that are dead, and how
In the grave all love shall sleep:
Love is aweary now.
The white cable-knit sweater
Does not hang on a mannequin
But drapes from a much more graceful frame.
The words "Dr. and Dr."
Are not lines on a page
But inflections of a rich, warm voice.
The piano keys move
Not under the influence of my fingers
But of ones much smaller and fairer.
You are everywhere--
In all the little things.
I cannot escape you.
Sometimes you just can't get that person out of your head.
 Dec 2012 tilasolfafami
Chuck
When the snow falls
And the roads become thick
With the a white stop sign,
The cars cease, the schools close,
And, sure, the mail still comes.

I look out the window,
See the vast frosted horizon
And begin to feel closed in,
Until, I decide to put pen to paper.

When snow falls,
I run through May fields
And escape to exotic lands
Reading and writing
When Snow Falls!
Words slowly flow from my mind.
Uniquely filling pages with thoughts,
That I myself have created.
They are hard to comprehend,
So people are slow to understand.
Confused and bewildered people are
Looking at the meaning of my words
Maybe to die does not mean death
But a broken heart instead.
Thinking outside the box
Is an escape for some
An escape from a cruel reality.
The reality of life cruel and long.
 Dec 2012 tilasolfafami
Ashley
Never have I been able
to place my finger on where
my trouble sits
deep inside my flesh
lodged in like a weary traveler
finally able to rest,

I do not know the reasons
for why he entered into my life
holding great felicity
delicately as if it were
the only precious gem in the world,

I ponder the answers to why
I will never hear another tap against
my window pane
or hear him speak the syllables
of my name,

For he is gone and the one
to never return with
jouissance dwelling in
the palm of his tired hands.
©AshleyKay2012
I'm bad, I'm a devilishly slimy man,
with wicked and vile intentions,
and a infernal and hellish plan.

Corruptive and pervasive, and all together sick,
unholy and despicable with ugly hellish wit.

A genius in sheep's clothing, a devil in disguise,
my words are sweet as honey but I'm planning your demise.

You'll never see it coming, in your mind I'm your best friend,
like adding sugar to a meal, it'll taste sweeter in the end.

I'll see your face in shock,
that I would have stabbed you so,
I'll grin a evil grin and stare into your soul.

your blood will spit and spurt,
and I'll watch it with such glee,
and all the while you'll know
it was all because of me.

you'll finally breathe your last,
it will fill me with such joy;
to know that you never knew
that you were simply just my toy.
Dear brother of mine
the words I have for you
when you take a familiar path
down a destructive road

It ruined so much of our lives
now it has it's grip on you
how could you accept it
why would you let it in

After everything it has taken away
what it has taught us
you turn your faith to addiction
to replace your own anguish

Life will never be easy for us
but you're making it harder
burying yourself in lost memories
hoping to forget the rest

Take another hit of a seductive high
forget about your future life
it's only right now you live
forget what you have
as you create something so black in you

come a long way to the end
reach for more torture
forget if it hurts your family
we all die anyway

From the greatest and worst times of our lives
we always had each other
to hold on to and to survive
no matter how much it hurt

From one bro to the other
it's not for you
don't make the same kind of mistakes as our mother
you only have this life and you won't get another
just find a better place and live another day

It hurts to see our memories go away
If she saw what you are doing
she would roll in her grave
you will never get these parts of your life back

Not only do you do it to yourself
but you deal it out to others
for the collapse of love and family
a cold union so hollow
no warmth to feel inside

Aching sickness for more to come
only the will to make it go away
like I want it to get out of you
and never return
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