EDITH
Have you ever had to pray for your mum , to die . When I held her in my arms I could hear her sigh . There is nothing left of her body , her mind went years ago . But to see this frail old lady , our tears will always flow . She's been a strength to others, , and brightend up there days . Her laughter so rewarding , there pain just goes away . Please help this poor old lady , and end her days in p...
Saturday 31st January 2015 9:23 pm
Also by Wendy Higson:
DONE | PLACES | HAVE A NATTER |Feeling
To feel as much as i do Once a blessing, Now a painful curse Left desolate, With no one to call When the ones you love the most, Leave you to fall, Without a second thought. You start to realize, Your nothing special, No not at all
Saturday 31st January 2015 7:28 pm
A bad day
A bad day
So I look up at the clouds
And know above
There are stars
And that there is silence
No cost cutting
Or mental scares
And i’m small
And i want to be
so lost
insignificant
you in me
So i look into the clouds
And know you are not far away
Only a call away
To say it will be better today
(c) David R Mellor 2015
Saturday 31st January 2015 12:15 am
Also by David R Mellor:
GOD LOVES EVERYTHING | This Life is Scaring The Life Out of Me | Alone | DEATH is shit... | Martin Luther King (let’s turn back to You) | Martin Luther King (let’s turn back to You) | EVERYONE’S A KNOBHEAD | You’re so God like (I.S) | STEVEN GERRARD | I Scaled Dungeons This Year |Madness on The Moon
Madness on the Moon
I dreamt of these people who lived on the moon
Made war with each other and angered too soon
Dropped bombs on each other, their leaders all lied
Paranoia the norm while they plotted and spied
They poisoned their planet to drive bigger cars
It all seemed quite silly, they can’t live on mars!
When someone came homeless they just got ignored
Then they ...
Friday 30th January 2015 9:24 pm
Also by Ged Thompson:
When I meet her in the night. | Zen it happened | Hearts & Thorns | Disinter | The Train Ride | An Aphorism Of Mystery | One thinks |Lost
from heaven on earth we broke free
we lied in peace under a tree
i told you my dear, we need to keep
exhausted of it, of fog and white sheep
oh breathe in the the gloom
take out the moon
We have yet to reach perfect sea
we have yet to found each other
no darkness blinds
no shinning calms
my heart beats fast
to found its class
to see the stars
take out the rain.
thirsty for help
...
Friday 30th January 2015 9:22 pm
Also by someone:
Precious eyes | those who see | unknown | Slaves of The Universe |Brown
Stare treading at roundabout bites untouched, considering kicks, saying:
"Santa tried a robust brew underneath crunches kindly surfacing."
Somehow, to act rightly brings unlikely, crusty K-mart silence.
Sing to another regal bird? Unintended comments kid, shallowly.
Strength tonight accentuates red breath until common kills slice
swiftly tomorrow's actions. Rediculous, because ugly ...
Friday 30th January 2015 6:32 pm
Also by Becka Brush:
Math Pt. II |Amalgomyte (1/30/2015)
It started one drop at a time
sweat, tears, blood -- it didn't matter
to quench the impatient parch of our pop culture.
when the flood came, we were already living
underneath, we barely noticed, on our own
down here in the abyssal zone.
we barely noticed until the fear came
crushing and collapsing under a sun so far away
we built beath that burning ball of ambivalence
and when when o...
Friday 30th January 2015 4:36 pm
Also by Zach Dafoe:
Autumn Division (1/18/2015) | Inept (1/11/15) | Marlboro's Men (01/09/2015) | Mosaic Meadows (01/08/2015) |CHURCHILL'S FUNERAL
I was there that bitter cold day
When Winston Churchill passed my way;
Keeping watch beneath Admiralty Arch,
I breathed to the beat of the funeral march.
About the man no more need be said
Long since called to arms by The Glorious Dead;
But I was there that memorable day
When Winston Churchill passed my way.
................................................................
Friday 30th January 2015 3:28 pm
Also by M.C. Newberry:
TAKING OFFENCE | BURNS NIGHT | MIXED BLESSING | WHERE ARE THE MODERATE MUSLIMS? | NEW YEAR THOUGHTS |Deansgate Bridge (first ever reading). Do You Remember Heart and Soul
Friday 30th January 2015 2:37 pm
The Man Next Door
When first the man next door arrived,
We shook our heads, we rolled our eyes,
With shaven head, tattoos and scars,
The man next door.
As time went by, opinion altered,
Gradually got to know this rugged man,
Always a smile and a shout hello,
The man next door.
If sun did shine, no matter season,
Upon the grass he’d float in beams of light,
His love of catchin...
Friday 30th January 2015 11:49 am
Also by Jacqueline Phillips:
The Usual | Book | INSANITY'S BAR | Who Am I? |Raheem
There's a duck
In the shadows
But he's breaking out
Slowly
His boots are heavy
His legs are tired
His wings are
Damaged
Though his mind
Is intent
And he stares
Silently
At the world
Around
His wooden beak
Snaps
Occasionally
For he is lost
In thought
Or maybe
He has lost
His thoughts
He has travelled
Great distances
Though has no
Idea
Where he came from
Or if he is
Going...
Friday 30th January 2015 9:47 am
Also by Twilbury Wist:
Hide and seek | (untitled) | (untitled) | The forest | The fair ground | swarm | Cave people | Paper dolls | The march of the living dead | count down | The perfect murder | Inside out | Like monkeys in the rain | castles that bounce | Marbles | Lying Eyes | Truth and Lies | half an eye | plug hole |The Master
If there's a job not to be done in a hurry
If a task is best done slower than faster
If time is not of the essence
Then give it to me - for I am “The Master”
Yes, I am the Master of the Art o' Procrastination
If there's a cause to be lost
Or a distraction to be found
If you need a head in Cloud Cuckoo Land
Or ostriched in the ground, then
I am the Master of the Art of Procrasti...
Friday 30th January 2015 12:08 am
This girl
Interestingly enough, I was once in love,
counted my blessings, a gift from above.
with each little sound, my praises I'd sing.
I went along for a while, for what would this bring?
Happiness perhaps? Maybe some fun?
Maybe some joy, maybe a son?
A family oh my, now this could get weird,
I hardly now this girl, it's just what I feared.
Pregnant already, we had sex only twice?
...Thursday 29th January 2015 7:03 pm
Also by R. L. Fitzpatrick:
The Art of the Clueless | The online dating game |By chance...
By chance I found you
without realizing it,
when lost in those days of madness and fear
Your presence invades the center of my thoughts;
my eyes turn towards you and stay fixed,
as if I’d had been waiting for you in silence
A clear and simple feeling overwhelms me...
I do not know you; I have not seen you
but feel a growing desire as I approach
every tenth of y...
Thursday 29th January 2015 12:07 am
Also by Noris Roberts:
But it was so easy to love me... | Remembrance... | I write because... |The palm of your hand
Out of nothing but instinct, And luck,
it leaves you in the palm of my hand.
Who need we'd be in like this, i mean fuck,
im in the palm of your hand.
Well our romance is a crime, and our affair is horribly right.
But im hand and hand with you already,
So lets just take our time, make it a hell of a night,
We can make it like counting sand,, just in the palm of your hand.. c;
...Wednesday 28th January 2015 7:03 am
Also by @d@m :
(untitled) | F#ck your depression, F#ck your hope. | i dont even know |Nothing Pure, Unbroken lasts
Nothing pure, unbroken lasts,
The world changes innocence,
It's best to disregard the past.
We're fated to don the cynic's mask
In spite of life's condolences,
Nothing pure, unbroken lasts,
Despite our ill-reaching grasp,
Or self-preserving countenance,
It's best to disregard the past.
The body decomposes fast,
we lose our precious permanence,
Nothi...
Wednesday 28th January 2015 4:39 am
Also by James Roper:
Grandma | A fall in the Morning |Sounds of a breaking heart
Sounds of a Breaking Heart
Was it the shattering of the glass?
Or the howling of the wolf?
Was it the crying of the wind?
Or did the rain fall heavier?
The ticking of the clock?
No, sounded more like gunshots to the ear.
The thunder rumbles ever so near
And the river seems to be running wild
Was it the crackling of a blaze?
Or an extinguishing gush of the flames?
Sounds like the break...
Wednesday 28th January 2015 2:22 am
Also by Smash Lee:
This Song | Secret 2 | Secret 1 | Duet | Leave Innocently | Leveled Up | The Big Bang | Her Love | Whispers |"Night will Fall"
For those who are alive
To see the British newsreel
And remember the spring of 1945.
The British army entered Bergen-Belsen,
The heart of Germany -
The town of beauty and harmony.
Neat gardens, rich farms, …
All around seemed to have only charms.
English soldiers began to admire the place,
In any case, up to the moment
When they felt the smell.
It looked lik...
Tuesday 27th January 2015 8:57 pm
Also by Larisa Rzhepishevska:
The Picture | Bile of Crocodile |Time
Time
Is our childhood a past life? Or a dream?
A place where we left a piece of our soul behind, at the playground, on the swing
A soul left behind, picked up gently by the wind;
&Then I wonder if time steals our innocence, or if its society to blame
&Suddenly nothing was the same.
&The pain, you wouldn’t believe the pain
The pain that lay beneath ...
Tuesday 27th January 2015 8:07 pm
A 360 turn
The revolutionary ardent
Bordering on a prophet
For democracy's advent,
Up on grabbing
The rein of power,
With a superb
Acrobatic bent,
For a tyranny
Example set
For political tugs to emulate!
Tuesday 27th January 2015 3:16 pm
Also by Alem Hailu G/Kristos:
To hell I am inured | Old Flame | Come to Ethiopia |Partly Political Broadcast
Tuesday 27th January 2015 12:49 pm
Also by Chris Briggs:
Writer's Block | Sign Of The Times | Bunfight At The Kerbside Corral | Spirit Of Christmas | Fuck it, I’m indecisive |Gone Till April
Hope I make the most of my gifts.
I'd be damned if I stayed the same person I was a year ago
Willing to work for mine, fuck a handout.
Whether it be a full-time nine to five or freelance, I'm gunning
for the top where I oughta be.
Not a rapper, just a brother presenting a gift for the world to see
possibly change someone's life.
All I want is for my family and my girlfriend t...
Tuesday 27th January 2015 3:49 am
Her parted lips
Folded gently like
the hidden memory
of her smile,
Her parted lips
in silence
said more than
spoken breath.
Tuesday 27th January 2015 1:46 am
Also by Tommy Carroll:
(untitled) | (untitled) | Passe-moi un crayon |Eviction
Eviction
They were young
and cowering in an alley,
fearful for the future,
as sirens screeched
around them.
The sky a molten white
of churning clouds.
Everyone running,
colliding, jostling,
trying to be anywhere
but here.
She turned to him
with moist eyes
and lips the colour
of arterial blood.
When he tilted
her chin upwards
her gaze never left
the yellowing smoke
unt...
Monday 26th January 2015 7:54 pm
Also by Ian Whiteley:
Redemption | Broken Doll | Art Attack | Cronos (The Reaper) | Resolution #9 |Children
Scurrying like rats in the sewers,
Swiftly hiding from the flashlight.
Tree-climbing tailess monkeys,
Grinning mischievously down you.
An orchestra of laughing, screaming, crying, playing,
With a mad conductor presiding over them.
A football, a skate board, a stone, a stick, a leaf.
Digging in dirt or becoming superheroes.
Ignoring pleas for calm and quiet;
Unwilling to tidy, clea...
Sunday 25th January 2015 4:43 pm
Also by Jernau Morat Gurgeh:
A bag of things |A Stranger's Smile
Someone, whom I didn’t recognise,
smiled at me today,
a smile that seemed to meet her eyes
as I passed on my way.
And even if of little depth,
a gesture which costs nowt
put a spring into my step,
there can be little doubt
in returning her ready smile
my walk became worthwhile.
Sunday 25th January 2015 10:25 am
*2 0 1 5*
Depending on where you are I T can be pretty on the outside but then again not.
I dont know how exactly but Ive mangaged to survive.
There are wars but peace lives next door.
There's hate running amongst I T's grounds but love is always somewhere floating in the air.
It drives me insane how individuals like myself can become so settle
I T took me damn near twenty long years to STO...
Saturday 24th January 2015 5:45 pm
Also by Starr Steele:
Unfinished Love... |My Heart Is A Level Crossing
Does your heart stop
momentarily
when confronted by beauty
unexpectedly
Out walking on an autumn evening
a train intersects the low setting sun
crossing a bridge over the swollen river
our worlds' perfection is exposed
so clearly
And my heart stops
like a level crossing
my heart stops
in that moment
I take a breath
a deeper breath
reeling in that moment
let the beauty in
le...
Saturday 24th January 2015 12:44 pm
Also by Tom:
Ruins | It Feels So Far Away This Evening... | Nocturne | Follow The Raindrops | Artefacts | Blackbird |From the trench to park bench
My first book of poetry published in paperback. Available on Amazon and all bookshops . http://www.amazon.co.uk/From-The-Trench-Park-Bench/dp/1507602391/ref=cm_sw_em_r_awdcop_eu2Wub095R0JG_tt
Saturday 24th January 2015 9:29 am
The Light of Faith
I tend to
hide my
faith. I am
afraid of
being criticized.
But do not
follow my example.
Do not hide
your light.
Let your light
of faith shine
bright for all
to see.
Saturday 24th January 2015 2:02 am
The college years
Enter the pretty young things
With fresh faced blue jeaned legs
Their hair long and blond
Flowing free
Not yet tied back
Tied up
Not yet constrained
By babies, lovers, soft furnishings
Hard decisions and crushed dreams
Their conversation glittering awash
With all there is to do
Bags and coats
Eyes ablaze
With questions, thoughts and ideas
Not for them...
Friday 23rd January 2015 10:16 pm
Also by Martin Elder:
Celebration |Separation
You see, life and death are endlessly in love
Life, hurt from seperation, frequently gives death eternal gifts
Death, lost in passion, takes these gifts and keeps them with her forever
Thursday 22nd January 2015 3:55 pm
Also by Summer:
I Saw You |FOREST DARK - IMAGINATION
A sharp inhalation of breath. Mine.
There! Did you hear the snap of a twig?
Wishing you are not on you own? No, I’m fine.
Pressing on. Carefully. A small touch of fear
That thrilling nervousness. Presaging excitement.
Is it possible someone is near?
I can’t see anything. Only hear.
Where are the others? I don’t want to know.
With their inane chatter banishing the magic
Of moments ...
Wednesday 21st January 2015 3:46 pm
The Sermon of Reverend Collier
Drumming across windows
In both of the toilets
Banging could frequently be heard
Dragging chairs under the stairs
In the entrance hall
Thawed in the cheesy music
Leading to the main bar
Twitching across your back
Like a whistle blower
Drowned out by the noise
Over the sticky floors
And watered down lager
Curving into a maze of bodies
Aglow in a series of frantic lights
Sweeping d...
Wednesday 21st January 2015 12:58 pm
Love life
The way your hands attach themselves to my body
The way your lips stick to mine
That breif moment we stop and look deep into eachothers eyes
Trying to find forever
Love is mixed
Along with friendship
Honesty
Loyalty
Together it made a clear view of our future
Take my hand
Take a risk
Lets start off our life
Somewhere new
Repopulate the world
Make it our ow...
Tuesday 20th January 2015 4:42 pm
Also by ashley-monet:
silence |Mountains of Facts
Facts.
So very many of them,
far beyond, far far beyond,
way beyond
any one individual's ability,
beyond the capacity of any person
to read, to absorb, to grasp,
to know,
to understand.
Too much, too much
by a mind-boggling margin
as billions of new facts
are created every day.
Fresh mountains are added, whole ranges,
and you and I can manage
to take on board just six or seven
or ...
Tuesday 20th January 2015 12:24 am
Also by Dave Bradley:
Metaphysical musing |Cold and Broken
-the ramblings of another young girl-
written:12/17/14
This empty sky,
starless and dark,
reminds me of my heart..
and how you left it cold and broken
and rotting in my chest.
.L.m.P.
Monday 19th January 2015 7:04 pm
Also by .L.m.P.:
iloveyou |JANUARY
When January wind its fist doth shake
And wooden fences tear from their places
When horses start, when cattle shelter take
To the hearth...
Sunday 18th January 2015 8:15 pm
Dead Man Walking Blues
If we are lucky, we grow old; if we are wise, we will remain forever young.
Sunday 18th January 2015 7:02 pm
Fate
Emotions trickle out as two worlds collide
Forces pulling at every muscle
Making you want to smile day in and day out
For the rest of your life
Butterflies beating softly against your stomach
Attempting to escape
Knowing if they build up any longer
He will know of your excitement and overwhelming happiness
There is this funny thing we call fate
A single invisib...
Saturday 17th January 2015 2:31 pm
Also by Caitlyn Olszewski:
The Glimmer |Desire
Their lips meet in a soft kiss
She touches his face with tenderness
As he draws her body near, their future from here is very clear
Forgotten now, the world outside as you can see the passion in their eyes.
His kisses warm, helped to escalate the firm connection they often debate.
We have all night so don't go to fast, I want this sensually to last.
Make love to me, ignite that burni...
Friday 16th January 2015 9:52 pm
Also by Kate:
Wiccan | What It Takes | Stuck Lonely Girl | The Run | Dissipate | Escape | I do not feel, therefore, I do not fear | To You | What Have You Done? | Beautiful Disaster | Why? | Why? | Affliction | Rapture | Me & You | Your Eyes Won't Let Me Sleep | Sweet Heart | Forbidden Love | Fate | Who Knew | Essence | Changed | When I Was Young | Catch My Breath | Far too long | My blood | Convoluted | Beloved |Stars of Eros.
The stars under my feet, the white country songs of
the marble sun morn the western flight in waves and
white robes and I see the other side with eyes of long
veils. There in the eastern cave of serene shades the
musk of Eros lingers in fair springs. O fair maid! O
little heart! Ever watchful and woeful in the folly of
spring!
I shiver in the starlight. Come, lily dreaming weeping...
Friday 16th January 2015 8:28 pm
Waiting for Nancy (XVII)
Untraced in the darkness
Of bloodied roses
Over the next two weekends
My footsteps
Launched arrows
At various birthday dos,
Raw from realignment
Copped led
Pretending to be a tram
Ina turmoil of movement
Losing myself
In the acoustics
Of tender fingers
Lost in clenched fists
Polishing words
Falling through dust holes
Bottled up in hazelnut emotions
Of the birth of another re...
Friday 16th January 2015 12:57 pm
Also by Gray Nicholls:
waiting for Nancy (XVI) | Waiting for Nancy (XV) |Indian Summer
Indian Summer
An Indian summer in October
A non uniform day in the dirge of dreariness
In you swept unannounced
A hurling hurricane
A sea of calm
A pocket of promises waiting to be unearthed
You found me in the dearth of my moldy life
You scalpel scraped the pallet clean
Sprouted taste buds where once before lay some withered woes
Alas, you’re an avocado!
All...
Thursday 15th January 2015 9:37 pm
Pain
Come back to me...this pain sucks!
I warned you like a giant box of matches...you never listened!
A fire is caught and I am burning down!
Deep down the street...somebody is dying in pain and the world is sound in sleep!!!
Thursday 15th January 2015 9:31 am
Also by Rims:
Betrayal | Emotions | Tears of Blood |MESSAGES
There was a little old lady,
Cute a button and quiet as a mouse,
Her sky was very dark and shady,
I met her in a red brick house,
She had a complex story,
Not too many words but eyes with much to say,
She told me life will never be hunky-dory,
Her messages are forever with me from today,
There was an articulate man,
Full of wisdom to share as in a circle we sat,
His message made me see...
Thursday 15th January 2015 5:52 am
No Other Way But In Fantasy
No Other Way But In Fantasy
My eyes sting as if
Pepper had been sprayed,
The tears warm upon
Cheeks so cold they could almost
Sit comfortably in the cavern
Of Man-kinds world,
No deed had been done –
No spat with an authority that
Lacks a heart to confess –
But then; we’re all busy
Remembering the lies we have told,
We’re all keeping
Hones...
Wednesday 14th January 2015 10:18 pm
Also by Noetic-fret!:
One Wall - Two Sides | Sprint |Sepulchral Body.
I recited your name.
Frayed blossom spent
seven thorns from seven wounds
of loving you.
Sepulchral body
rhythmic dancing
rupturing those vessels
from the pungent flesh of servitude
The garden – my garden
now barren and prickly
a desert cactus
gouging the flesh
cold and bare rock faced.
I observe those migratory birds
soaring their temperate destination
as...
Wednesday 14th January 2015 8:59 pm
CARNATION MILK. (RE-POST)
We crept downstairs in the dead of night
and crouched in the fridge’s sallow light
to savour hushed and secret sips.
We licked deceit off greedy lips
and put the tin back where it went.
Our yawning infant thirst unspent
we whispered back upstairs to bed.
Now, all childish want is shed
and no forbidden thing as sweet
will spur me like that metal teat.
Wednesday 14th January 2015 7:26 am
A Journey In A Lyric
You've not written a poem for a while now,
the thought dropped in on me last week,
your struggling to pick up that pen and paper,
an answer to you're creative block is what you seek,
you need to pull yourself together young man,
when did you become so wordshy and lyrically weak.
It's not at all like you to throw in the towel,
so pause for a moment and take a look back,
find the point whe...
Wednesday 14th January 2015 2:08 am
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