"Though my hand will still not be closed around yours w"
auhsoJHaynes 

Is that what we wake up to every day?

Fast food and gas stations are forever stamped in the corners of my eyes as they are looking through the glass of minimum wage to the red flashing lights of a man hoping to get back to his children safely.

Is life is a pointed dagger then my blade is rusted and dull when I wonder why I even try some days.

Do I dare defend my pride and still demand something more than this? Is this a call for engines in the air or wings made of wax? Death would be more alive than waking up to another day of shampoo commercials and microwave dinners.

You are always whispering in my ear though dear and telling me that you're more than just a particle flown into my imagination from a world so oh very different than ours.

Are your eyes as bright as I imagine? Will the glare from them blind me from the tax collectors whip and will your laughter drown out the screams of onlookers who are throwing peanuts through the bars at my feet?

Will your kiss melt me and cause me to fall into wind like leaves in a storm, a tornado of color and beauty..?

I lay in bed and my eyes close tightly, my breathing slows and thoughts drip into pits men drown themselves in, the murky waters of nihilistic cynicism...

Though my hand will still not be closed around yours when the sun rises, the whisper lets me know you are still awake and searching for me too...

"Melting hand in hand."
EnnArr 

You bring the gasoline
I'll bring the matches.
Douse this place until it's drenched
No one will know the mess we've made.

Dancing in the flames
With the Devil by our side.
Playing in the fire
Melting hand in hand.

You bring the guns
I'll bring the bullets.
Like the cowboys of old
Draw in three, two, one...

Nothing but coldness
Wet blood on our hands.
I'd say you're to blame
But both triggers were pulled.

Lets drink this poison
Toxic waste in our veins.
Heart pumping venom
Racing through our bodies.

Look at this mess.
Our disaster.
A beautiful catastrophe.

"Melted candles in my hand"
Mhmd elHalwani 

Creeping voices in the night
Shadows lurking out of sight
Haunt me till the morning's light
No sleeping for me tonight

Looking at my bedroom door
My feet barely touch the floor
Something whispers down my core
Something that I can't ignore

Melted candles in my hand
Things I would not understand
My hope slips away like sand
This was not what I had planned

Slowly walking down the stairs
Feel a breeze sweep through my hair
Shadows lurk; in silence stare
Naked thoughts are all I wear

Out of breath I walk outside
Shaking fear that builds inside
No more places left to hide
Guilty thoughts of mine collide

Drenched in coward's blood and fear
I lost those who I held dear
It's all blurred, nothing is clear
Shadows from my past appear

As the silence speaks to me
Gets too loud it deafens me
My past will not leave me be
Pain and torment I foresee

Dazed and drawn by these lost souls
Broken thoughts I can't control
Ghosts slip through this gaping hole
Darkness has taken its toll

From the darkness dreams come out
Nightmares flailing all about
Closing in, I hear them shout
It's the end, I have no doubt

"What the hell is it you want?"
They retreat and me they taunt
One emerges, tall and gaunt
"Your life we will no more haunt."

"You have paid for your wrongdoing,"
He tells me, his voice booming
"This is now your redeeming
You are free." he says smiling

I look at the rising sun
I no longer have to run
My sentence is served and done
The ghosts have finally gone.

"a white hand on a red curtain"
Melody W 

turning, turning
a white hand on a red curtain
reaches for answers hidden in
rat-infested corporeal tunnels

distant footsteps, heavy
in the forested fog -
cementing this forlorn path
while lovers ignite and part ways

turn around once more
and you’ll see them
trembling bits of stardust
settling on this clearing

turning, turning
the stench of red
quickly making itself known
as all you despise is revealed

©MW
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