I'll sleep one step closer
When the ticking clock
Pauses in eternity
All sound turns into silence
The smell of petrichor
The holy melody
Breathes it's last tune.

The world will die alone
Singing it's song of curruption
People get silenced for speaking too soon
The wise men stay silent
And the poor speak the truth.

I will die lonely
At least i can keep my humanity
Untainted by hands seeped in sin
The bitter taste of iron
The sweet scent as the body grows cold
And i will then see the beauty
In white who i long for.

I will die lonely
While the world dies on itself
Victims of corruption
Loss of innocence
Voices of the twisted
Lurk through the crimson shadows
Where the big bad wolf
Calls all the shots
Eenie meenie miney mo
Which poor lamb will be slaughtered next?

The world will die alone
I will die lonely.
It started in a coffee shop
Where you worked
Four days a week
And I knew the hours
I knew it with a deep visceral longing
With a terror and a joy
A forbidden pleasure that sickens me
And I tried very hard to let you be
But you took the town over
With the musk of a presence that I longed for with the whole of my being
All the while, the quiet and logical part of my disrupted mind reminded me that being near you was not appropriate
How I loathed that Vulcan presence
But I heeded it more or less.
And as you became attached to all the little places
In this quiet little town
I knew I had to leave
in order to let my violent need die
And now having lived in a far off state I sit at the SeaTac gates
And the old familiar clutch of deaths bony palm on my soft intestines squeezes, and a small anxious voice whispers
What if she gets out at this gate?
Do you now own the whole of Alaska?
If I find you move to Chicago
Will I quail at O'Haire
With the small chance that you're there?
6 13 2018

Live to live life good
For a good life is well lived
And a bad one
Not at all

Every day
Is another chance of sunshine
Another taste of the wind
Another drink of refreshing water

Living in this light
Or moonlight
Its living. Lifes purpose

We are here now
Not yesterday
Not tomorrow
So live to live to laugh to love to live

For we can try
We can fail and lose
But we can learn
And improve. Improve. Improve

With practice and confidence
Love and commitment
We can keep pushing forward
Trying to make a change. And beneficial difference

For this now is ours
But the tommorow
Belongs to those yet to come
And it is for them. That we run and fly

To the light of a brighter day
To night. In our beds we lay
In our hearts. Where our dreams stay
With love. It will be okay
Yush yuh guys yuh...
m Oct 2017
We don’t use “diaries” anymore -
those are meant for secrets,
and we have none.
We let them spill out of our bodies,
and stain blank sheets
because it’s the only way
we are going to heal.

We turn our pain into poetry,
because anything that  
hurts this much has to mean
And even though we are desperate
for anyone to listen
our language is in letters
that we will never send.
We romanticize our pain like it’s the
only lover we will ever know.

Love is our god and we are each our own devils.
We are too fragile for this world,
ceremoniously destroying ourselves
before anyone else can do it for us.
Yet we still can’t understand why we’re so broken.
Shofi Ahmed May 2017
A night owl in the harvest moon
was awake till the crack of the dawn
but wasn’t surfing online, wasn’t rowing
the boat in the digital river.
Deep down to a dreamweaving scene
that was, in musing, painstakingly creative.

Wait till you snap up a witty aphorism.
The darling buds of May will be in bloom.
The tickled pink nightingale too will
give out its voice, singing a song.
Save a copy and tweet it to all,
but do give us a demo, tell us a bit more.
Where does it shine and sizzle?
Where did the winter tuck away the rose?
G Rog Rogers Aug 2017
Fly with me to Paris
and We will climb
the Eiffel Tower
We'll see the Louvre
And walk along
the Avenue des
Champs Elysees

We will walk
alone together
along the great
Seine River
And latch
a lovers lock
upon the bridge
above the water

We can picnic
on the grass
in the grandest
park in Paris

Then embrace
within the shadows
of Notre Dame
Where there
We'll swear
Our love
forever sure

We will seal it
with a kiss
And know We
never missed
The times
and places
that make
A life



sara 1d
I've been quitely, silently brooding
with your name inside my mouth.
I've been late night smoking,
half-inside my room, half-out
side there sits a cold, cold night,
and my feet hang freely off the edge just as my mind takes flight.

Just like everything I choose; you
and me don't fit quite right.
Every time I lose my grip,
we sink beneath bright spotlights.
I stand on stage with both eyes closed;
if I can't see, then I won't know
what i could really lose
if I should ever choose to walk alone.
for an l.fc fan
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