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Cronedrome Jul 2018
I stare into the space outside of you
Is it now
Will you give me the excuse Im always waiting for
Will you give me the excuse
Will you take all you've learned from these long nights
And longer days that float
Then wizz past like the eternity of a skydrop
Where the heart pounds faster than the sound of blood
And time stops

Too fast
So addictive
Full body shocking echos of sensation invade at random
Chemical flashback still-frames
Stir ancient Bonobo DNA into frenzied tool construction
So that I can have some more
Always more
I want more

Is it now
Will you take all you've learned from this telepathic dance
Of  fire fighting fire
will you give me the reason Im always hoping for
A secret I pretend to keep hidden from myself
Will you give me the excuse
Is it now

What are you
Who do you think you are
You read me so well with your body
Help manifest prophecies of pleasure in my pain
We take only what we need of each other's language
Syllables distorted by fresh intakes of breath
Newborn grammar crackles in the impulse of our mingled sweat
And in the chaos of sparkplug cell explosion
I am home

How human of me to decide
That I might just about be able to grasp infinity
In a few sharp moments of oblivion
But what can I do
My memory like yours is bloodcode
Millenia of dancing kept vague is a mercy
When fears longevity demands a louder voice

So what can I do
What do I know anyway
What am I
Who do you think I am
Is it now

Beauty
So much pleasure
Dizzy illusion that this motion
Is all the poetry I'll ever need
We sanctify the pain that brought us here
Without it we would never know
I am a seasoned devotee
And now hungrily I carve your separate pain into the scripture
This is power
Electricity that can never be destroyed

But now I stare into the space outside of you
The wave of shock in my blood
This time runs cold
Fist in my diaphragm
Breath labours in my chest
And I am home

In the old language I am so ******* sick of hearing
Declarations of war are never accidental
So please, let's not bother to pretend that we don't know
This mythology has nothing left now to enchant
Nothing to offer but the same cowering, mean spirited
Petrified and shrivelled desperation
That is the battle cry of every war
Everwhere
Every single ******* time

The root of so much evil
Lack
Of Imagination.

Control is always illusion
Betrayal always an insult to intelligence
And that is why
You can't look me in the face now
You betray yourself in this role
A waste of masochistic potential that you expend
On making yourself small in my eyes

And for what
I understand too well
This language is old
But not as ancient as they
And You
Would have us believe

I understand too well
This story is tired and hollow
This story is flat
A mythology so corrupt that even the old dears
With sinister, insipid eyes
Barely manage to keep a straight face

You join their ranks
With just a few short words
You join their ranks
With just a few short words that cloud your eyes
And widen mine to a horror
You try to convince me I have no right to
To a horror
You try to convince yourself that you don't see

Is it now
Is it an excuse that I've been waiting for
Or was it this
Dreadful feeling of inevitability
Did I forget?
Do I sleep with my enemy
Or is this just an accident of time in this geography
Too slow
Too dead for me
Yes
This is now
This piece of land I call my own

One day shall be overgrown

But one thing that is always shown

Is that people here are free

Lavender scent fills the air

People laughing everwhere

Old frenchmen sitting on the stairs

These things just need to be

Wander close and hear the sounds

There are birds and insects all around

But, we are all beneath the ground

And these we will not see

I lie beneath the sunlit sky

For this place is where I did die

For me I ask that you not cry

I died for my country

Birds are flying overhead

Beneath their flight lay we the dead

The ground was once stained deep blood red

From here you smell the sea

When I was here the sky was black

You could not see each new attack

We'd take one hill, they'd take in back

I was only twenty three

My medals are not on my chest

They're home, I hope like all the rest

I died but did fulfill my quest

I made these people free

I will not age forever more

I will not make it twenty four

But where I lay, there's ten score more

Who believed the same as me

I came to France in Wintertime

The battlefield was mud and slime

The beauty gone, it was a crime

There's not much here to see

Our crosses stand and mark our place

No photographs to show our face

We died with honor and with grace

Please say a prayer for me

Just boys we were when we arrived

It's sad that most did not survive

We gave our souls, we gave our lives

So this world could be free

I remember though one Christmas Day

The war was stopped so we could play

I wish it could  remain this way

We had no enemy

So, here I lie beneath the earth

My life is what your freedoms worth

My tale is one but there's a dearth

Of others here like me

But now I just enjoy the view

The birds above and folks like you

Will keep my story, fresh, anew

Just please...remember me.
.
Jared Eli Sep 2013
I never have felt the pain of a sunrise
Or the sad sad feeling
Of the birth of a child
I haven't seen the sorry image
Of an old couple
Holding hands
I haven't tasted the agony
Of a fresh-baked
Chocolate chip cookie
I haven't seen or felt or tasted any of these things
Because beauty is everwhere
Filling up the world
With all its beautiful things
And making me feel
Amazing

What the ****, Beauty?
Samuel Champney Nov 2018
My next door neighbour
Is again kicking up a fuss,
So I creep up to the window
To see if I can suss,
I can't feel but upset
Is there something I dont get?

All the accolades up on the wall;
Fathers puffed out chest,
Misses in a fur shawl.
Memories framed everwhere
So many styles of hair!
Tickets to only the best shows
At front row yeah you dun kno!

I look away and with jealous dismay,
The latest car of this day you can finance with this pay unused on the drive way!

Suitcases packed, postcards sprawled on the wall,
Sun burnt in the chritmas islands
Been drenched from Niagara falls.

I look back in my window
Its all grey and dull.
There aint no one writing good times on my wall.
No happy birthdays, no pictures to share,
How can I prove that I existed?
Its like I wasn't even there.

Its bare because privacy is something that I care for,
Places I've been, therefore, I haven't captured those moments in time
Through components that engineer a digital eye.

But still, I can't help but wander into that snippet of their lives,
And wonder why it can't be mine.

But if only I could actually go through that door.
Living room on my right,
door locked tight,
The rest of the house is as grey and bleak as mine!?

Skeleton hands closing closet doors,
Not so distant relatives travelling alone in the halls.
The friendly ghosts of schools past,
Will tell you what they thought of them last; revealing why they no longer a part.

Neglected pets, ex's to forget, nasty little texts that capsized lives into wrecks.
Used baggies and tickets, earthy daggers and spigots that buried all the nasty and ***** secrets.
All the zits, the emptied makeup bags.
That was used as a mask to hide the upset and sad.

I peep in the living room (just one more time).
Yes, it's brighter than mine,
But I realise that I dont parade my life.

Peoples square or round window are always exciting but never do they let you look further in because it will unfurl their world and you might just start to realise they are just like everybody else!

Gosh, they are moddest when they are praised!
But no attention, well their wall will get another decorate until someone succumbs, ups a thumbs and shouts out 'you're great!'

My living room is better than yours!
There's these unwritten rules
Of the modern day society norms.

Get yourself into debt, when do you next jet set?
Aw your kid has taken their first step! What a pet!
Big bright signs signal the window display
"Look at my life, it's greater than great!"

Everyone, All role up this way
"I need you to see how my life is great.
Please don't go away"
Now their brain is racing, the fame needs chasing,
All for barren validation
Priya Patel Sep 2013
Hidden behind dark brooding clouds,
a faithful sky
peeks through
to a down casted eye
Eyes hazed with doubt
and speckled with despair
searching for hope
looking everwhere
losing faith
in the one constant light
in his life; me
I am here my love
lost in my own brooding clouds
battling some of my
worst personal doubts
Look up sweetheart
and peek through
the dark skies above
There you will find hope
swimming in a bath of my love
A light so bright
it will drown
all your doubts away
I am here
It aint the same everwhere
I know it took a man
To stand and stare
Down them gallows
In Zebullon county square

Lil Mae
age of 21  
saw her man with another
moaned
"I'm gonna make you pay"

now  some of you wanna say

"Lil Mae get a gun make that man pay"
To mad to see
to hurt to care
Lil Mae stormed her way down to
Zebullon county square.

Bobby Lee wasn't  a simple man
to proud to be dumb
could read and write
Yet he never let no one know

Bobby Lee workin late
bumped into a drunk,
back on that old alley

Bobby Lee took a beating by four whites
the blood poured out into the streetlight

Soon enough the sheriff came a runnin
"whats the matter here!!"
white men shouted
"the boy had it coming, he took my money
try to **** me, sheriff I had to do something!!"

12 days later 12 men had a shine
sentenced ***** Lee to hang
Saturday morning half past nine
sun be coming up behind him
so his shadow
would grow tall on that line.

Sun rose cool that day
Folks lined up to watch Ol
Bobby Lee pay.

Soon they all began to scatter
preacher man shouted
'"whats a matta"
Lil Mae had come with blade readied
for her last stand

"Preacher man" Lil Mae shouted
"you goin to hell, no doubt about it"
"Im gonna send you there by my hand."
silver plated blade glistened in the sky

"lord my soul , dont let me die!"

Blood sank  from the preachers throat
Lil Mae watched  til his last choke

Crowd screamed "NO!!" but it fell on Gods deaf ears

"Lil Mae" came her mans voice
"why you do it?"
She reckoned "I had no choice"
"I love you but you put me to it.
you and this preacher man ripped me apart."
Lil Mae's man stood in the middle of the square
tears draining life, sobs stealing air......

Bobby Lee innocent as he was
unwrapped his noose
and slowly walked away

Lil Mae stood her ground on them gallows
but it gave way
half pass nine
she fell in line
the sun made her shadow tall
dead before her body
went through the gallows fall
i havent ever written anything this long and i am sure it needs major revision its a song i hope but would like feedback.
Eshwara Prasad Nov 2020
thunder everywhere
thunder everwhere
thunder inside my heart
thunder inside my head
thunder everywhere

thunder in the sky
thunder inside the earth
thunder on the mountains

why i hear this thunder everywhere?

only i hear this thunder or you  too?

does it portend anything, sinister?

again.... i hear the same thunder ...again..

i am going mad..
Ste Jan 2018
The Devil
makes you go hungry
and he fills you with greed.
The Devil whispers in your ears
until they both bleed.

The Devil
is the one that makes
you want to throttle your bird,
you can find the Devil at the
bottom of a bottle I've heard.

The Devil
is to blame, for your pain and your loss,
he fills you with rage,
and the Devil is your boss,
when you work  like a slave for
minimum wage.

The Devil
fills your glasses
and he empty's your cup,
That dark lord will make you
commit benifit fraud,
and he is the one,
who grasses you up.

The Devil
makes you stray,
with no regard,
for what your doing
to anothers life,
and while your away,
the Devil's in your house
giving it hard, to your wife.

The Devil
makes you bold
and he does fill you with fear,
the Devil turnes the young old
and can turn a strait man queer.

The Devil
took your daughter,
and turned her into
a wrinkled old hag.
Round our way, a piece
of the Devil is bought for,
ten pound a bag.

The Devil
never stays at home
and never will he rest.
The Devil is the one who
gives you a loan,
and charges double interest.

The Devil
is the one who the police pursue
he is the one that they do chase,
unless  the one on the run
happens to be you,
then dressed in blue,
the Devil you will face.

The Devil,
when the loneliness
can't be taken anymore,
he comes and disconnects your phone.
Need time on your own,
then the Devils banging on your door
and he just wont, leave you alone.

The Devil
resides, in your ex's eyes,
he made them say those words
that were not true.
And the Devil's already got his claws
into the next one, to tell you lies
and get thier filthy paws on you.

The Devil
makes you repeat what you've heard,
he makes your lips looser,
and next time someone's slandering you,
maybe its because they've had a word,
with Lucifer.

Yea the Devil is everwhere
but there is a way to get him of your case,
and tell him you'll see him later.
Grab that Devil by the horns,
look him in the face,
and tell him you belong, to the creator.
Francie Lynch Jan 2015
Rhythm is found everwhere,
About us in nature,
And in life:
The beat of a heart,
The tick of the clock,
The rain pattering
On the roof,
The left-right
Of marching soldiers,
The one-two or
One-two-three of music
And dancing,
The ta-***, ta-***, ta-***-tum-tum
Of the drum,
The tolling of a church bell,
The clang of a fire bell,
The moaning of the wind
In the trees,
The rise and fall of waves,
The ebb and flow of tides,
The accented,
The unaccented.
All add a chorus
To the music
Of poetry.
A found poem is a poem made from prose. This one comes from "Mastering Effective English," c1961.
Jo Phillips Aug 2011
Your name is everwhere
on every page, which
my hands have met
on the walls and ceiling
behind my eyes

Now i see, you have left me
but the love of
my hands
has not gone

The memories
have etched themselves
on every line
I am unable
to turn the page
love is meant to last and never ever die
love is for eternity and on its wings you fly
love is for a lifetime and not for just a day
love is there for ever and never goes away
love it comes to everyone love is always there
everyone has love love is everwhere.
Erom elims Oct 2014
The gem of eons, a breath from procreation.
Diamond girl whose radiant shimmering brilliance everwhere,
Precious like a humming bird's fluttering ballet across
the miles thumping, blooming, circling mechanical planet's churn.

Gaia's sprouting within millennials and ghost archives,
Caesalpinia's in jolt,
dandelions swivel into the blue giant above
as we run across green fields chasing birds capturing molecules, an essence of birth from our start.

I freeze the moment.
Click the shutter in my minds eyes and breath in.
Father time is rounded ubiquitous and tapping on my shoulder,
we fight, we hug, we talk laugh and cry.

Your my star-light in the midnights in my life.
I'll battle dragons, lepper's, thief's and tyrant's to protect my priceless princess.
An infinite germination of lovely and bright smiles.
A piece of art,
swipes, stokes, illuminating those adjacent,
generosity painted all over you.

Curious, like kittens in the spring-timeburst of floral,
the energy of a thousand supernovas hides in the filaments of your young mind.

An Einstein, a monet, a ford and a connection to the mystery of life.

A child of much wonder.
Go on and tackle the world you mighty kid!
Fight who or what ever comes your way.
Lily Jul 2015
Dandelions in blossom,
Grandma's garden in full bloom,
My apple tree has its leaves again,
Air filled with flowery scent.
Cats and kittens licking each other
Ready to catch its prey
The neighbor's dog barking
Wanting to go out and play
Children playing, swimming, biking,
Children everwhere.
Of course they're joyful,
Who isn't anyway,
When the season turns into spring.



© Leigh Herondale  *July 2015
I came from a tropical country so I haven't really experienced spring but I want to write about it based on my perception so here it is. People from countries with four seasons, how is spring really?
Aya Aburass Oct 2014
She want to get out
She's waiting to set free
Shes planning to have control all over me
Shes the monster i can not hold
Shes the part i try not to show
I caged her inside
Yet she's peeking through the holes
Im scared but I can not show
Shes the darkness shes my demons
Her freedom is deadly
letting her outis wrong
Shes something I can't control
Never thought I can
Never thought shes strong
She kills lies betrays and steal all in order to grow
Shes carving on the walls
Shes likw my shadow
I know shes there
I see her in the mirror
I see her everwhere
I dont want to give in  
I don't want to let go
I don't want to be the one caged inside
I don't want to just watch
I want to take the lead
I don't want to be scared
Victor Marques May 2010
Rivers and waves with wind,
A new world that I have never seen,
I wake up with a great dream,
Flowers waiting for spring.


Horses and caravans on their way,
No car , no planes, no train,
No pollution on the air,
Flowers everwhere.


Blind people that can see ,
Crocodiles with you and me,
A new world with perfect jokes,
A new world without cancer and heart strokes.


A new world with  peace,
Sharing food for fun,
For women and men,
A new world like a bliss.


Victor Marques
- From Me...
Hawk Flight May 2014
I use to be lost
an orphan in this world
But then he came around
Magnum
to the mother ******* rescue

He took me under his wing
his black ***** tattered wing

then they started to come

Angel
Broken little doll
with a face so sweet
you wouldnt believe it
when she stabbed you in the back
without a blink of those big doe eyes


Java
****** up
on drugs
Oh he and I would tousle
Did I ever mention
how much I hate him

Gemini
Tough ***** she is
challenged me everwhere I went
My bride to be

POP
**** HIM
If he doesnt stop
that incessant popping Noise
I will POP
him in the **** nose

Twittle
Fiesty spanish gay boy
He is one of the rare people
to make me smile
Glad he's mine

Pandora
She came last to
our broken little family
Pushing me to my limits
Not letting anything slide
I would protect her
with this Pathtic life I have

All these ****** up
individuals
are the only
family I have left

Protecting them
is what I do best
Probably the most emotions you'll see from me
Kenna Nov 2012
Punctuation.
has no place in a; poem

I. believe"
We should? write
and NOt' worry...
about,where (we put) these trivial markings/

Who) cares about the corrections' when its" really about the words!!!
why. cant. we. make. our. sentences.like.this.short.and.snappy.
or why cant we let them live and grow and take on a life of their own and live and spread and continue for hours and hours and send the world into haywire and chaos erupts everwhere and change topics and confuse people and boggle minds and* make you think-

I}{have a secret? i Would like to ShArE
Nothing matters
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humpty dumpty sat on a wall
along came the wind and made him fall
he fell down to the ground

there was humpty all around
a little bit here a little bit there
poor humpty everwhere

now a broken man shattered on the floor
poor humpty died and is there no more
elle Jul 2014
you have tequila drowning your senses the
way his kisses used to and I have shots of *****
burning my heart

when I take you back to mine you strip every piece
of clothing you have / silk laced bras land on the
couch as I touch you everywhere

your arms / your legs / your fingers / your hips /
your mouth / everwhere except your heart

because you'll leave in the morning (and I will too)

when you drink coffee back at your place
all I'll be is the guy you kissed to try and forget
the taste of him

but I don't mind —

because all you are to me is just another name
that escaped from my lips at night

and I tried to make your body sound poetic
but all it is is *w i l d
(e.g)
Jay Jimenez Mar 2013
A wobblie stool
is so lame
Everwhere I go to drink or eat
a wobblie stool always the same
infact I look way more drunk because of this **** chair.
I try to kick my foot up to stop it
Try switchin stools
Try to put a box of matches underneathe it.
nothing works
it all boils down
To me not being heavy enough to way it down.
Mike Hauser Mar 2017
Am I winning at this game
Or is life beating me
Sometimes it's hard to tell  
Sometimes it's hard to see

When my chips are down
I try and quickly pick them up
Are you ready for another round
Or have you had enough

Sometimes it's hard to tell
If you're the monkey or the cage
I have yet to figure out
Am I the turkey or the baste

On life's shinny lock
I often fumble with the keys
When you find I'm in mid-sneeze
Would someone please bless me

While enter and exit signs
Loom everwhere I go
Not sure if I should stick around
Or pack my bags and hit the road

Sometimes it's hard to tell
If you're the noose or the rope
I have yet to figure out
Am I the grass or the goat

If ever there was a sliver
Of sun in this shade of doubt
It's that in life it is hard to tell
And even harder to figure out
WendyStarry Eyes Nov 2016
Out of the voices of the air
That fill the great world everwhere
        One moved in my ear;
If from without or from within,
I cannot tell, not did I win
         To note it's accents clear.
But this it sounded, with a sigh
         O'erweighed and broken down :
' The sun shines sadly in the sky,
For I am going, and I must die,
          And die without my crown.
The hope I trusted in, that still
I might be chosen by God's will
Some bible purpose to fulfil,
           Was sent but to bed lol.
What worthy offering to present
For all the golden talents lent,
For all the earnest striving spent ?
With empty hand I forth am sent,
           That should have been so full.
And what is left, when will is vain,
When every nerve is wild with pain,
And a dull fire is in the brain,
            The thoughts to overrule ?
They will not work, they wander on,
All power, but power of suffering, gone :---
And I have missed a greater one,
             And glory these above.
Youth's Angel has not come to me ;
I have not known the mystery
Of hand to hand, and heart to heart,
Of life that is not life apart :---
              I only know a love
That never looked from eye to eye,
That never sought or hoped reply,
That all in hopeless tears did lie
              Upon a lonely tomb.
No one will bless me when I die,
              Alone amid the gloom.'
And, weak and broken, many a word
Of deeper anguish yet was heard,
             That moaned and sailed away.
'Alas! alas! all help is vain ;
             Yet even---If there may
Be any into whom this strain
Is but the echo back again
Of their own helpless cry of pain !
             Listen once more, I pray !
O' dying heart, where's thou be,
It is a sister speaks to thee---
Sometimes the angels says to me
            Words solemn-sweet and calm ;
Upon the fever of my grief
Pouring a music of relief
             Like a mysterious psalm,
Till all my spirit sinks to rest :---
So thou too, howsoe'er distrest
             Or hopeless thou have been,
Take comfort in what comforts me :---
If he has not yet come to thee,
I know that someday thou shalt see
             That Angel I have seen.
Ok cannot tell thee of His face,
Not promise in what from or place
              He will be at the side.
But this I know---for I have known
All in the wilderness alone, ---
When thou art nearing to that home,
Behold the Bird of God shall come
             Over the waters wide,
To bear the olive to Thu soul,
And leave the from his aureole
             One day that shall abide ;
To tell these in that hour of need
There is a Christ for all,  indeed ;
He cometh soon, all hearts that bleed
             To bind up tenderly.
Soon shalt thou find that faith was true,
They will fulfilled in works shalt view,
And thou hast not strength to do
            Is not required if there.
Art thou too weak ? Dost thou complain
Of the long weariness of pain,
Of agony through nerve and brain,
            Darkly bewildering ?
The thorn was twisted round His brow,
Part of His love thou knowest now:
Enter into that hour if woe
Which I beheld, but cannot know---
            Thank God for suffering!
The depths before the open on :
Thou canst not know, till hope is gone,
How faith and love may live alone ;
Not till the mind is past control,
The grandeur of the inner soul
              In its own consciousness.
To feel, of life's last hope bereft,
Nothing is lost, for God is left---
              Yea, this is blessedness !'
Ah, yes, my God, my grief grows calm ;
What is there of despair or harm
              While Thou art still Thyself ?
In deepest he'll I get will trust,
And worship Thee, I Thou All-Just!
Leave me my love at least they must,
               Because it is myself.---
Words fail--- the tears are in my eyes,
Such sweet and solemn thoughts arise
Out of the West, when the Sun does,
              And from the silver sea
Of twilight, o'er the pallid gold,
Gloss Healer forth, as fair as old,
              In diamond royalty.
Be patient but till set of sun,
And whether life be lost or won,
The sweet clear night still cometh on,
             The stars upon her breast.
The shadows pass, the splendour come,
Consoled for evermore at home,
For Love is Lord of all, in whom
              We lose ourselves in rest.
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I'm not sure who the Author is of this. I read it tonight in 1869  People's Magazine Family Reading British book. It touched my heart & stirred my memories. Thought my poet friends may enjoy.
Tia White Jan 2016
With tiny little hands,
she touches my face.
The outline of my features,
her fingertips gently trace.

A blessing in my life,
this sweet little girl.
With dimples in her smile,
and a head full of curls.

In her step there is a skip,
everwhere she goes.
And within her hazel eyes,
a light that is aglow.  

This sweet child of mine
shows me the meaning of true love.
The purest form of love
that I could ever dream of.
Geno Cattouse Aug 2013
No..here.
No there.
No everwhere.

                    Choices are unworthy.
The snake consumed his tail.
                                            Inside out and down. His mouth.
Geno Cattouse Nov 2012
In the chilly hours and minutes
Of uncertainty,I. Want to be
In the warm hold
Of your loving mind

To feel you all around me
And to take your hand,
Along the sand.

Ah,but I. May as well
Try and catch the wind.

When sundown pales the sky
I want to hide a while,
Behind your smile and everwhere l'd look,
Your eyes i'd find.

For me to love you now
Would be the sweetest thing
That would make me sing.

Ah,but I may as well,try and catch the wind.

When the rain has hung the leaves with tears
I want you near, to **** my fears.
To help me leave all my blues behind.

For standin,in your heart
Is where I longto be, and all along to be .

Ah,but I may as well ,try and catch the wind.

Ah,  but I may as well , try and catch the wind
Ten or eleven year old boy spinning the radio dial to hear this. The harmonica and guitar tearing at my heart. By.Donovan.
Death-throws Mar 2015
where is my mind, Ive looked everwhere
have you stolen it? you and your back pack of chains
your emotional attachment
you stole my heart already, am i not allowed my head?
plastic wrap my skull into place god dam you give me my soul
every time you leave me you take it with you I swear!
or is it under my bed...did it roll under there when i wasnt looking,
when I was too busy gawking slack jawed at the creature standing above me with soft skin and short hair
hips like a mother but a smile that says otherwise
where is my mind .
please give it back to me,
if you dont have it you must know where its gone..
you stole my heart, it beats next to yours,
this i know...because when i dream, the cavity in my chest thuds along side yours
This i know...
but you still wont say where you put my mind
my soul
your cheeky grin reverberates through shattered ear drums pierced with the sounds your throat makes when your happy
or the tension of your body when you sneese you know..
I can see it,
you ****** your hand into my chest cavity, through my diaphragm and gripped my heart in both hands
you screamed  with ecstasy!
finders keepers
and so I bowed
I fell over and glee, finally i can relax, now that your tiny fingers work the separate chambers of my heart my muscles aren't so sore...my blood isn't so cold..
oh..
my mind,
I found it,
I never lost it,
I just lost you..


*L.G
i am tired, said the bear, everwhere hurts so dreadfully.



like the plague they copied, talked about me when

they do not even know me,

understand.



they do not know therefore what they

say…….



sbm.

note –
plagiarism
ˈpleɪdʒərɪz(ə)m/
noun
noun: plagiarism; plural noun: plagiarisms

    the practice of taking someone else’s work or ideas and passing them off as one’s own.
    “there were accusations of plagiarism”
from some one that wants all folk tidy

comes a promising revelation.

. stuff everwhere.



. brown and rustic.



from someone who wishes to clip

and straighten comes the point

of over growing.



isn’t it?



sbm.
Varun Sachdeva Jun 2019
Is it the face I see everywhere...
Is it the smile that glare...
Is it the mind that is fixed on the first stare...
Or is it the madness that keeps raising its flare...

It is the moment that is still there...
It is the feeling of being in the air...
It is the eyes dark brown or it needs a layer...
It is the boundary I can’t get in there...

Wait! Maybe It’s over, the thing that was never there...
Drizzle can’t make the mood same everwhere...
Silence is cuddling the night with soft music in ears...
Ufff! It’s again the same face as soft as a dove layer...

Can’t make the entry in the light until it is nice to be in a dark share...
Light is stolen long back when it was a naive player...
The same face is the thief which is still that fair...
Go on with the life where ever life gives you a happy flavor...

It is the same face I see everywhere...
Michelle Nelson Feb 2021
My heart is telling me
That you are slipping away-
The days we were once happy
Is no longer the same way.

Is it my imagination
Overwhelmed by my heart-
Are there really changes?
Are we slowly breaking a part?

The days seem darker
Seems colder to bear-
The happiness has faded
And the sadness is everwhere.

The tears are slowly falling
And my heart begins to ache-
These days are no longer worth it
So much I can only take.

It feels like forever
Laughter overwhelmed each day-
Our love seemed so unbreakable
Unending and always.

The memories begin to fade-
And the wound is hard to mend
Our togetherness seemed like a dream
That suddenly came to an end.
nature she has seasons  spring summer and the fall
snow that comes in winter brings beauty to them all
spring she brings the flowers adds beauty to the ground
summer  gives us sun spreads happiness around.

autumn as the leaves fall.  and all the trees are bare
falling to the ground blowing everwhere
then comes along the winter with its snow so white
children with  there sleigh filled with such delight.

mother natures way that makes the world go round
in each and every season beauty can be found.
Sarah Dec 2017
holding on to nothing but empty words
the more i try to grasp them
the harder i fall
until i’m lying here,
limbs everwhere
staring up at the clear blue sky
wondering if i fly,
will you only throw me back down?
Alex Apr 2018
Oh look at this
Something happened
You've created a lovely mess
That I have to clean up
And worry about

Oh look at that
I'm scared
At this lovely mess
That could hurt us
And leave us with scares

Oh look-y here
A lovely mess
Everwhere I look
And now they're mad
And I have to listen

Oh look and look
Something is happening
That's right, I'm cleaning
Up this lovely mess
You made
And I have to deal with
EmperorOfMine Sep 2019
3AM
Glaring
Gunning down the image
Hope
Something, you will see it
Believe it
Conceive it
I need you to read it
Desire the solution
The need to know
To hold on to answers
The things I can show
Please ponder my heart
And ponder your own
Do I love you
Do I love you
Can I want to...

You're
everwhere
shadowing
.


my entirety.
a dog can be your friend go everwhere with you
he will give his friendship that is real and true
always there for you he will always be
best friend in the world you will ever see

he knows when your sad he knows when your down
he will make you smile again take away your frown
faithful till the end he will always stay
with a love for ever that will never fade away

always there for you he will always be
a friendship that is real frienship that is free
it will last for ever till the very end
and forever more he will stay your friend

— The End —