Time 15 Aug 2017 The poem of the blue man pt1 I am called the sprit walked some times (To say this poem is true is relevant to me... alone.) This poem is the truth.My nights are wicked lonely.Just a weird fate and a puppy dog innocence.You might think innocence is free.It isn't.This night was a strange one.I lived next to a party district when I was younger.A lot of collage bars... Well, a lot of bars.It's called west port (not that that matters.)To you or me.I personally hate alcohol... taste like blea...
Dark_Apollo 15 Aug 2017 Doomed Love — Book 2 In hindsight, there was an inevitabilityTo the tragedy that unfolded that day,And no doubt that responsibility lay,With the magnate’s conceited pride,In proposing a match of such unsuitabilityJust to restore the company’s image,Regardless of the feelings of the bride.Despite his own family’s humble lineageAs a child, she had been strictly forbiddenTo associate with the grubby childrenOf the common people he so despised.Th...
Dark_Apollo 15 Aug 2017 Doomed Love — Book 1 Barely visible in the inky gloom,The cold bodies of the young lovers lay,Just a glimmer of pale flesh in the dark,The watery fastness their woeful tomb.Unmoved by the sun’s warming ray,Never again would they rise with the larkAnd in the meadows laugh and playLike innocent children out of school,Or lie on shady banks beside the brookOn hazy afternoons where the air was coolHappily lost in the pages of a book,Dreaming of da...
Time 15 Aug 2017 Freedom a metaphor I can feel freedom coming, but it doesn't know my name. I want to play in the crush of brown leaves of fall, but I don't think I know the game. I leave my words to hear like a bible, a fool with no passion.My consequences are laced across my back, freedom tattooed in bloody script.Wondering if I should blame you for your kindness with this silent gift.My freedom is a bitter pill, and my choices just widen our rift.If a...
Survivor 14 Aug 2017 Let the Wind Caress Your Cheek May the time come Let the wind caress your cheekWhen I am not hereWhen I must be far awayKnowing I will return if I mayTo touch you with my fingertipsOnce moreCaressing your cheekThe way that only I canLet the wind caress your cheekAnd dry the tears of lossWhen I am not hereWhen I must be far awayLet the wind caress your cheekUntil my lips may kiss away your painUntil my love may wash away your grievingLet the wind caress your cheekAnd far...
Rumple_deWriter 14 Aug 2017 Forever The drunken, rejected Romeo suddenly sitting alone at the karaoke bar croons to his departing, forever, girlfriend.“Well, I gave you everything I hadBut you left me sitting on my ownDid you have to treat me oh so bad?All I do is hang my head and moan.Tell me why…"The 'just finally had enough’ Juliet pauses on her way out of the bar and his life to give him a last, wistful smile. “Tell you why?”She looks around the run-do...
Fredrock 13 Aug 2017 Harvey's Agenda I ain't sayin' he's a gold digger. The woman sat at the bar and stared into her drink and Harvey stood behind her. He laid a hand on her back and leaned in so his mouth was in her ear. “Did you get it?”She nodded at her drink.Harvey sat down. “Beautiful.”The bartender walked over. “What can I get you?”“Whiskey,” Harvey said. “Neat.”“How about you, ma’am? Ready for a refill?”The woman covered her glass with her palm. The bartender left and came back with a...
LaJumelleMauvaise 13 Aug 2017 Eros Inanna A poetic treatment of one of the oldest epic myths Introduction: One of the oldest of the epic myths of the ancient world tells the story of the Sumerian Goddess Inanna, and her strange, deadly journey down to the Underworld Kur, ruled by her older sister Ereshkigal. This tale has survived through the millennia, told and retold in many languages, but no one has ever known exactly why the Daughter of the Moon undertook this dangerous journey. Her descent into Kur resulted...
Time 13 Aug 2017 Consmeed by my own words... Sigh Who are you, lady? That you mean that much to me. Are you the goddess of longing.... futility? Are you my quenched thirst?Are you an unfinished poem? Why does your hair hurt me?Why does a desperate glimpse into your eyes only make me cry? Are you an answer or another question?I am not an obsessive man, but I am obsessed.I am consumed yet renewed by your magic.I do not doubt you, but I can not trust you either.This place...
Ghostreader 12 Aug 2017 Friends forever more You're our sun,Our moon,You're our word's,You're our tune,Our earth,Our sky,Our sea,You're friendship mean's so much to us.You're our light in the darkness,You're our peace and happiness,Our hopeAnd our friend forever more.
Anonymous 12 Aug 2017 Randy Thoughts and Stuff, #1 Randy Thoughts is my paperboy. He may just be the smartest person I know. You wouldn’t think that someone as smart as Randy Thoughts would be content delivering newspapers for a living. But you don’t know Randy.Like, one day several months ago. Randy and I were just laying on our backs in my front yard, looking up at the stars. Randy was chewing on a blade of grass. Since it was February, I had hypothermia.“Mr. Zee,” said...
Anonymous 11 Aug 2017 An Exercise in Futility He's an uptight bibliophile and he's a messy artist. Can I make it any more obvious? These are the first two pages of a 44-page endeavor It’s not like AJ’s known for his spontaneity, he’s not some feral college freshman. He’s not even an eager eyed person. He’s boring. He’s routine, painfully routine depending on who you talk to. Being boring is easy, it took just one moment of weakness to remind him.Class was wrapping up when the idea came from nowhere and he acted on it. There’s nothing spontaneous abou...
Anonymous 11 Aug 2017 Why I Came Back from Outer Space Early I realized, just around the time I was approaching Saturn, that I’d forgotten to have my mail stopped.It’s very cold there, even if you’re dressed in lots of layers and wear your Snuggie.If you think living someplace where the weather is the same all year ‘round is tedious, let me tell you, it’s a hell of a lot better than the vacuum of space.I’d finished up reading all the magazines I’d brought along way sooner than I th...
Time 11 Aug 2017 Yet we run them down Running with the calvary since I was 7 years old. Leaving my sticky blood in the clay seems incomplete.Violence and agony are music only the insane can hear. What a heart pumping fife and drum called me from my home. Taking the flag, silver and guns is one fool's quest for men heading to damn nation is all I am saying.Is it all I know?I learned one thing I think I need to tell you. When what you love is in danger. When...
Fredrock 10 Aug 2017 Hustled Don't hate the player; hate the game. She pulled from her cigarette, blew a stream of white smoke over my head, and asked: “Really John, what are you implying?”“I’m not implying anything,” I said. “I’m telling you flat-out that you killed your husband.”She blinked. There was a slight clenching of the jaw. Otherwise, her face remained careless and slack. She laughed. “You’ve seen too many movies!”“Have I?”She sighed and regarded me with disappointed eyes. “Wel...