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Marty Jan 2021
Sweet little tiny droplet,
Hypnotic hue of scarlet.
Mama's blessings and tears
Brought forth mama's fears.

Enchanting passionate journey,
Haunted by the ground wormy.
Lingering nightly prayers,
Waisted on scuffed knees despair.

Endless rivers, midnight search,
Upon pillows, droplets perch.
Hunting for a ray of light,
Somewhere in the midst of night.

Frozen words marred by soft lips.
Screaming quitely in tiny drips.
Mama's prayer hidden in silence,
As the river forgets its guidance.
  Jan 2021 Marty
Edmund black
Lately life
feels like a lot
of walking
Sometimes I know
where I’m going
Sometimes I don’t
And sometimes
it just doesn’t matter ,

Sometimes the wonder
is in wandering
But every turn lead to a path
I had not known that I was meant to walk
Every path takes me to a better season
Every path leads me to a different lesson
every lesson learned leads to a better life
and a better life doesn’t happen by taking the
same path , the known path
So yes like nature I change my
path often , I challenge myself, I move
differently intentionally
Yes I dabble in danger, I take risks
Sometimes I break open the sky
just to unearth what’s underneath all the layers
Yes indeed, this courage
My courage , this realm, the things beyond
God...
The road less traveled is Devine
  Jan 2021 Marty
Villam
It is a trap

A foreign God I have never heard of
Has made a decision over my life

Only because my tan is not dark...

I have even assisted to him
Allowed all the anger to lead me

Shouted hurting phrase
Telling you to stop being

I was hoping to shake you up

How much I want it to be a dream
All these to become unreal

But I have to let you go that path

Go find that brown ghost to your heart
And obliterate the past
Marty Jan 2021
My screams did you not hear?
They were meant for your ear!
Night after night I called your name.
Your heart thought it a game.

The pursed demons lips,
Wantonly followed scripts.
With each thunderous click.
The clock, my life it wicked.

My screams did you not hear?
Hands raised to heaven with a tear.
On my knees, I screamed your name.
But, you slept without shame.

On my walls they knocked.
I know my doors, I locked?
In my halls they creeped.
Around each corner i peeped.

My screams did you not hear?
Why must I yell so, in fear?
Did you not hear my closed lips.
Now they come from the crypts.

The whimpers in my sleep!
But never another peep.
Did you not hear my cries?
Forever now closed my eyes.

My screams did you not hear?
Marty Jan 2021
Oh, sweet sweet child,
Rest your weary heart tonight.
For, the demons have compiled,
Little is left but the angels flight.

Upon mothers ***** sleep,
And lay your sweet little head.
In her arms cry not another peep,
For the sheep have crossed the bed.

Soaking the earth, tears have fell,
Woven into tomorrows pain,
Driven by a neverending well,
Hidden by yesterdays stain.

Sleepless nights, smothered dreams,
Pictures in the hall upon the wall.
Ripped apart by loves seams,
As the nightmares begin to crawl.

Mamas tears in a bed of fears.
Soaked sheets and worn floors.
Mamas tears in a book of years.
Drained from the closed doors
Marty Jan 2021
Broken shards plastering time.
Nothing but pain left to rhyme.
Moments of life, left in death
Searching for the final breathe

Reflections depleted to a stain
As love is left emulating pain.
One more kiss upon the brow
As the tainted lips disavowed

Mornings dew and birds call
As the feet take to the long hall.
Brightest of lights, message sent
For the fools broken knees, bent.

Bitterness of sweetest taste.
Such an iglorious waste.
Kneel before, as they sing
Await the golden tones ring.
Marty Jan 2021
From the depths of my heart,
Your trail of tears depart.
Scurrying to the grips of gravity
Devoured beneath the corpse of morality.

Your flowing crimson grips
Steal from the soul, tiny sips
Bequeth the torment of reality
Buried in the pages legality

Where is thy mercy, my queen
As darkness sets another routine
I bow before thy journey,
As the bowles embellish wormy

If and only may I,
Plead with you as you die
Bring me home to peace,
As the rivers begin to cease
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