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 Feb 2016 Urmila
Mike Hauser
Love spends the day
Wherever it likes
Out in the open
With no need to hide
Making its way
In pure delight
Sticks to the path
Where it's easy to find

The problem we have
That of mankind
Being lost in the woods
For most of our lives
So we struggle with love
In our hopes to find
As love spends the day
Wherever it likes
 Feb 2016 Urmila
Eudora
Cleanse
 Feb 2016 Urmila
Eudora
I believe it's time I straightened up
Knocked the dust from off my mind
Make some room for different thoughts
Find which ones I need to wipe

Rancorous experiences and sombre days
Or unending expectations of the people around me
Do my utmost to please hearts in different ways
Throbbing particles in my head, no one could see


As I feel my way along the fray
The razors edge that cuts too deep
Only in my minds eye can I blink away
All those thoughts that pressure me

Yes it is indeed time..
To deterge the nagging wounds in my mind
And cease the harsh ringing when they chime
Breathe them all out while I let my myself unwind



Mike Hauser
**Eudora
It was a such pleasure writing this with the lovely, Mike Hauser. Thank you Mike, for inviting me to do this with you, again. :))
 Feb 2016 Urmila
Star Gazer
You
 Feb 2016 Urmila
Star Gazer
You
Between the nights,
with dimming lights,
I finally knew,
I wasn't afraid to be with you.

You weren't going to turn into the monsters,
that tear at my heart in the night,
You had the care that a heart couldn't foster,
and I somehow knew it at first sight.

You weren't ever going to be Freddy Krueger,
You'd run yourself over with a Kluger,
Than see me in any sort of nightmare,
That is your type of care.

You won't transform into Dracula,
Because with your warm words,
I felt completely spectacular,
and you made sure they were heard.
Why should I apologize for being a monster;
Did anyone ever apologize for turning me into one?
You turned me into one.
 Feb 2016 Urmila
Maxwell
Untitled
 Feb 2016 Urmila
Maxwell
I see nothing
but you
&
You see
everything
but me
 Feb 2016 Urmila
Maxwell
Untitled
 Feb 2016 Urmila
Maxwell
I have no time for you
for I am busy pulling
pieces of me together
with glue and tape

I have no time for you
for I am still looking
for the sun under the
rainy clouds

I have no time for you
I have no time for anything
Not even for myself
I have no time at all
You used to make me see the sun where I once saw clouds. Now you make me stare at the ***** wall while you make others see the sun, my sun.
How quiet it is here
now that the yellowness of
our youth has withered

I do not complain,
for I see your kind, soft eyes
smile at me across the room

I hear your heavy breath
as you inch your way
closer

the wheeze that whirls
from lung to air,
on a breeze of long -
suffering longing

I hold out my wrinkled hand
to touch your paper thin skin,
trying hard not to bruise
or break

and you take it, silver flashing
between your fingers as you
stab, stab, stab

my chest

as the pills reach your stomach
and you wrap tight around me
holding, holding, holding

onto my heart
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