Shofi Ahmed May 2017
Art, a smile like the one
on the face of Mona Lisa.
Curved like the waxing moon
above the sea.
Light a flame before a face
yet to be seen.
What will it prevail,
will it show once for all
a slow tilt on the smiling lips
—a curve softly locks on
a rose from the sun,
or a shadow beneath the moon?
This is a poem from my book Zero and One available on Amazon.
Jordan Rowan Apr 2016
It's late
Midnight is just a dream
I get that light in my eyes reaching out for a friend
It seems I'm here again

Listen up, here's what I have to say
And when I'm done, watch me walk away
I'll be the place you come to on the run  
I'll be the place you run away from

Starlight
Never gets brighter
Grab ahold of me tighter from a million miles away
Each night, I'm still here for you to play

Broke down
And no one to go to
"Slow down" you yell, when all I want is to rest
"Get out" you say as you stab me in the chest

Listen well, little blanket on the blues
I only love the way you've learned to lose
Someday, someone else will take your place
But for now, please stay my friendly face
Impzz Jul 19
We all have a little tick
a little something that always sticks
and your mouth it moves like clockwork
...since birth
so
countdown days on each finger
our days they are numbered and
outside the mirror ages you
but the face inside it still portrays you now

lose yourself and find it again

if you listen to the wind
you will find yourself within it
and as the night approaches dawn
your mind is here but your bodies gone
so
countdown days on each finger
our days they are numbered and
outside the mirror ages you
but the face inside it still portrays you now
lyrics
i often think,
of empty grocery store aisles,
dusk in summer,
the home i grew up in,
tea leaves,
and sugar,
and cigarettes,
and you –
forever an anomaly,
a notion at best.

l.a.c
Eva Aloezos Aug 3
I left the devil in the dark,
because he is a blue eyed serpent
that draws me in, then abandons me on a cliff
foolish,
soul stiff

Through the sultry mess that is MDMA
I loved him just the way he was
sitting in the back of his truck
drapped in wool and luck

He transformed into a spanish sailor
and I forgot I was a failure,
in many aspects

he whispered slowly,
“you are a hazel eyed angel”
but I gave no answer

The only answer I had to give,
was the one I spoke silently

I knew he was a devil,
I encountered in life times past
so on the tip of climax,
I felt satisfaction accompanied by terror
Shofi Ahmed Sep 2017
I see no face
nor your foot.
But you seize
my heart!
You get me hooked.
writerReader May 2015
his pale face was covered in week old scruff
I could see his life's blood in his eyes
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