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Larry B Oct 2010
Death stands knocking at my door
"Go away" I scream, "Go away"
But he chooses only to ignore
And not listen to what I say

He keeps peering through my windows
Looking for a way, to enter in
While making subtle innuendos
About the kind of person I've been

Ever knocking, he will not leave
Trying to get my attention
His subliminal messages I receive
That tells of his evil intention

I keep hearing him knocking, every hour
He will not let me sleep
Holding me captive, with his evil power
Ever chasing my soul to reap

Knocking, knocking, knocking
His cadence is driving me mad
My fear, he's continuously mocking
Envading what dreams I've had

Then his knocking suddenly disappears
As silence now rings in my head
Maddness has overtaken my fears
Or maybe this means I'm dead
Realeboga M Sep 2016
Today
Today I saw nothing but blissness,
Covered up with clouds of video games and the exotic taste of Wi-Fi to lead me in the direction of blindness.

Today
Today I felt my thumb and index finger throb in exhilaration with just a teaspoon of rejuvenating pain.

Today I sat anxiously looking at the screen,
Running away from reality by re-creating a fantasy where I was the hero.

Today I ran away from this distasteful land.
Just like most people would.

Today I became an ignorant human being.

I followed the loud whispers of 'ignorance is bliss'
And for that I got the sweet serene kiss of nothingness.

Yes I admit today I was ignorant and I ran
Dodging and jumping, avoiding trouble in the forest of life.
After all there's only so much one can handle.

Responsibility called out to me and I pulled my get out of jail free card and I sat in front of the screen.
Envisioning a world like my video game.

Today I was ignorant
But not for long.

Leaving my sanctuary screen,
It was that time,
The time where my chores screens in "finish me,  do me, it's about that time",
Reluctantly I stood, eyes fixated on the trash I had to take,
With a heavy sigh.
I listened to the callings of my chores.

Plastic in my hand filled with yesterday's food,
Today's cleanings and maybe a little bit of breakfast.
Stomping down the stairs,
Unaware of my surroundings,
As ignorance enveloped me in a tight hug.
Shucks I'm only human.

My last step down the stairs
My senses heishtened, the warm chill envading my legs,
Causing goosebumps to rise, along with my left brow.
"Am I not to be ignorant? Why do I feel the wind? " my mind searched
My ears picked with a cry from a girl.
But this was no ordinary cry.

A cry of happiness when a daughter sees her father
A cry of contentness of an adventure between a father and daughter.

My ignorance shattered after that.
There are fathers that stay and become the greatest of parents
They need appreciation too.
Because a father daughter bond is just as important as a mother daughter one.
Let's appreciate dads too
Céline Oct 2014
In the end
All things really are
Intimetaly connected to all others.

All rivers run full to the sea,
Lovers are brought back together,
The perfectly blue days kisses the envading darkness of the night,
Stars collide and thoughts entwine.  

We will find a way.
Quentin Briscoe Oct 2014
Stone home....

October 13, 2011 at 11:45am

Broken walls crumbling pounds of rock...

That doesn't seem to stop..

cracking...

breaking....

This use to be a beautiful thing...

Where joyous souls would sing...

but now its just crumbling...

rotting...

Vines that once supported the beauty...

Now have consumed it entirely...

envading..

counsuming...

The gray blocks of stone...

that once was a home...

But now its just nothing...

decaying...

Emptiness that once was full...

of life, passion, fule...

living....

breathing...

Things that have been forgotten..

By this home that has rotten...

Slowly in time fading...

dying...

The love that once held it strong...

With the glue of its good song...

supporting..

loving...

Now is just empty space...

Stone dying in place...

Can you imaging its great beginning..

(ending)......
.
Black hot tar
Falls from the peak
Onto the white
marring
staining
It's stench
Overwhelms
envading
Unable to get away
The heat
acidic
Crevices made
Footholds to the plateau
gone
Sides slick
No amount of purity
grace
truth
Can wipe it clean
Welcome to the valley of life
Where all good fades
All attention given
The DISCOVERY of *Man
Pre-trial today. It was horrible..

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