THE HOUSE OF USHER
The House of Usher is up for sale
with a casket of secrets
and a built in tale.
Family histories tainted, unclean
bursting to be told
by those unseen.
The House of Usher increased in price
when it turned its back on Paradise,
with skeletons in cupboards
and other artefacts,
like unspeakable things in sacks.
The trees in the garden, weighed down in sorrow
...Wednesday 31st October 2018 11:49 pm
Also by ray pool:
THE HOLY GHOST | HUNTER'S MOON | CONFLICTING INTERESTS | DANSE MACABRE | BENJAMIN BRITTEN | BENJAMIN BRITTEN | ROYAL DISAPPOINTMENT | CRUCIFIXION | YORKSHIRE BREW | WHERE I LIVE | FUNCTION ROOM | FOOD CULTURE | EPITAPH | SIMPLE FARE |If only poetry burned calories
One of my favourite ways of passing the time
Is chasing imagery and hunting down rhyme,
But as this takes place inside my head
It’s not enough, or so my doctor’s said.
Poetry feeds my brain and soothes my soul
But it doesn’t help much towards my fitness goals.
If only flexing words could take inches off my thighs!
If only shaping verses was more than mental exercise!
T...
Wednesday 31st October 2018 10:19 pm
Also by Becky Who:
Intertextual protest | The music is calling | My Wedding Day | Old anger | Poetic insomnia | Insomnia | Sunday evening teacher blues | Class warfare | Why the hell did I agree to this |The Royal Mint rides again!
Production’s stopped at JLR
the workforce isn’t making cars
the order book is looking thin
for Landrovers and Jaguars
but we’ve got stale bread and circuses
hip hip replacement hip hoorah
you can buy a rusted Ford Cortina now and point it at the exit
we’re gonna get a special 50p for Brexit!
Calm down dear, don’t make a fuss
that simply wouldn’t do
those whopping great lies on a bus
w...
Wednesday 31st October 2018 9:29 pm
Delicacy of Truth
Me: (sigh) I feel less inspired than ever.
She: (gently) Love, the masses are not just sitting, waiting for you to blow their minds.
Me: (tasting truth) Right. So I should probably just sit, wait until I feel inspired?
She: (chuckles, grabs my pen, kisses me)
©️ Candice Reineke 2018
Wednesday 31st October 2018 7:36 pm
Also by Candice Reineke:
All Hallow’s Eve, Then vs. Now | The Beast Does What Tyson Once Did | If Only You and Van Gogh Knew | A Million Ordinaries |Pumpkinhead
at Oíche Shamhna, time of the aes sídhe
A ragged tonsure,
Or botched surgery,
Where the sooty soul exits.
Absences for features:
Swallowing the dark through
A pulpy hell-mouth.
Wednesday 31st October 2018 6:06 pm
An Excursion
An Excursion
Some wish to spend a day on the London Eye
sufferers from vertigo a day at the seaside
Hot air ballooning has become increasingly popular
whilst pot-holing has fallen into decline
I suffer from a severe psychological addiction
and obsessive disorder from which there is no remedy
My excursions are quite exclusive in content
their destinations many but all t...
Wednesday 31st October 2018 4:48 pm
Also by keith jeffries:
Equal Opportunities | A Glorious Power | The Damned - 1916 | A Gallery of Memories | Too Late | The Web of Sleep | Heartfelt Sorrow | The Mellow Years | Welcome to my Parlour | Old and Gay | Grandad |Mother's Lament
Now that you have made a fool of yourself
and embarrassed us in the process
now that you went against
what we told you specifically Not to do
now that you've acted stupidly
and caused us grief and sorrow
now that your plan backfired on you
and you hurt others and yourself
now that you generally
made a mess of things
which you will never outgrow
and which will ...
Wednesday 31st October 2018 3:06 pm
Also by d.knape:
Fishing For Sympathy | Mobile Home | What Was Passed Down | If Memory Serves | When Lovers Are Exposed | The Unpopular Kid | Telling Me What To Do | Guarantee | Haiku | Days Of Rain | The Face | So Says The Wife | Assisted Sleeping | Shopping Cart | Requiem For Moth | Waste Of Time | Vacant Lot | The Fly Who Came In From The Cold | Suffering Fools | The Humor Condition | Hummingbirds | Women And Restrooms | Thoughts | Forever Taught | Chances | School Bus | Bad Memory | Living With Me | INITIALS | Koi Pond |FOR A SOLDIER
No one should go where a soldier must go
And know what a soldier must know.
No one should see what a soldier must see
And live with the memory.
And so with the arrival of November,
It should be that we too must remember.
............................................................................
Wednesday 31st October 2018 2:57 pm
Also by M.C. Newberry:
DO NOT... | PROTEST - Saturday theme | THE MARCH OF THE MISGUIDED | BLACK SHROUD | DANCING IN TIME - A Saturday theme | WESTMINSTER WALK | MISUNDERSTOOD | WHO GUARDS THE GUARDIAN? | AISLE BE SEEING YOU! - Saturday Verse | ISLAND NATION | DOOM AND GLOOM | A POET'S DUTY | WET BLANKET | WINNERS & LOSERS - Saturday rhyme time | QUESTION | OCTOBER |Strangler Fig
In the beginning I felt nothing;
she was just an itch
barely deserving a scratch.
Then I started to notice;
she was there each day,
and she grew on me.
I enjoyed the attention,
encouraged her,
spoke to her,
basking in her devotion.
She began to take over my life,
and at first it was a joy,
an easy relationship
where we both prospered.
L...
Wednesday 31st October 2018 2:29 pm
Also by Trevor Alexander:
Samhain’s Night | Keeping Warm | Bloody Christmas | Goodbye | Over Easy | Where’s The Chuffin’ Cheese | Close Your Eyes | Evanescent | Keeping Up Appearances | Trump |Moonlight Halloween
A frost chilled dim moonlight night
Putrid air, no stars in sight
Just sheer black sky’s we have
and eerie sounds that shout out “MAD”
It’s moonlight Halloween
It started out as a Christian festival
Priests and Rector’s in their vestibules
The congregation on All Hallows’ Eve
Candles lit for the graves of the dead
No meat eaten, soul cakes instead
Then came ...
Wednesday 31st October 2018 2:12 pm
Also by Rick Varden:
Jamie’s Place | Sporting Hero’s | Pick Me Up | The Waiting Room | I need to relax! | The Ostentatious Mr Glitz |THE DOGS OF ATHENS
THE DOGS OF ATHENS
More than a city
a cluster of cities stretch
onwards through space,
one sprawling into the next,
so many areas
I've never set foot in
and west of the electric line's
a foreign country;
you see the names of neighbourhoods
on yellow buses passing
this evening square
where, instead of Nokia,
the street dogs are connected
by a different...
Wednesday 31st October 2018 1:22 pm
Get to Know Me
If you’re a poet prowling in penumbral light,
Staggering through shadows alone and lost,
Praying for a spiritual Sherpa to
Take you to atmospheric heights,
Or at least pull you from chasmic depths
And save you from the crushing pressure
Of self-loathing and free floating anxiety,
You should get to know me.
If your addictions are afflictions
You can no longer bear an...
Wednesday 31st October 2018 11:56 am
Also by Randy Horton:
Cultivating Life | Tortured Metaphor |Slow motion collision
slow-motion collision
glimpse of you in the distance
signs warning of traffic conditions
swerving to avoid pedestrians
glasses hooked on the tail fin
bodies with velocity taken
pulling at it seams like we’re children
without a seat inspection
we’re meat for vultures circling
arms reach out to trace
for something to embrace
mouths start to shake
...
Wednesday 31st October 2018 11:09 am
Also by Robert C Gaulke:
short-range missive | What it isn’t | Recent Hits | On the label | At The Poetry Factory | The Leaving Man | Placeholder | emergency romance | memories are new | Intimacy | Dark Matters |That Which Autumn Leaves (REPOST with Audio)
something for Halloween and Autumn
That Which Autumn Leaves
The clowns were funny in the ring,
as they joked and tumbled and fell -
but in the camp, after the show,
they made our young lives hell.
Still in their masks of garish paint
and drunk on Vodka shots,
they cut and bruised and beat us,
hatching cruel, twisted plots.
I never saw the demons
lurkin...
Wednesday 31st October 2018 10:48 am
Also by Ian Whiteley:
A Sting In The Tale | Blood Brothers In Arms | SCREAMING BLUE MURDER - NEW ALBUM |Chickened out by Amelia the young witch
Amelia the young witch from Sabden was walking down the street alone,
Two dodgy looking lads had their eyes on her expensive mobile phone.
"Hand that over to us young lass !"
They were not to know what was about to pass.
Amelia twitched her nose two chickens did appear,
The lads were no longer there, nothing now to fear.
Two eggs were laid Amelia took them home,
And safel...
Wednesday 31st October 2018 10:02 am
Also by hugh:
Trick or eat | More Halloween Haiku or Hughku time | Halloween Haiku or Hughku time | Haiku shocks! | Obesity | Ryan and the lion | "Home Lez "{my nick name} | Dead money | From pasture to plate | You could be president! | The worm experiment | A moving experience | A visual boost | A missed kiss | Bad bottom behaviour | Spaghetti | Life in a Care home | Stress can make a mess | Bill's can win | 18 | A visit to New York | Snapped up and swallowed,a crocodile scare. |everyday, forever.
the thought of losing you
makes my heart hurt
although you were not
around as much as i wish
you had been,
i have a part of you
and you have a part of me
the pain i once felt because of your constant absence when i needed you most
the cracked heart i carried inside me for too long
all because i missed out on getting to know you—the way they know you
and a...
Wednesday 31st October 2018 7:16 am
Also by yajaira:
two faced | HiGH TIMES #2 | To Me. From Me. | Today You Remembered | Mr. Charming |Relationship Decay
Relationship Decay
Preamble
My inner demons caused a trainwreck. Recovery is underway.
I feel I'm sort of different
Different from the rest
I have these inner demons
Simmering in my chest
My problem is not demons
As you might rightly say
It's controlling them, preventing
Relationship decay
One feels safe exposing
To ones chosen friends
Wh...
Wednesday 31st October 2018 6:50 am
Also by Don Matthews:
Chautauqua We Salute You | Cage Fighting. All Good Fun | Australia's Mental Health Crisis | We Hear Your Protest Poet | Yes, These Words I Wrote | Social Media. Swimming Pools. Toddlers. A Deadly Combination | Pink and Black Font. Sorted | The Resurrection of Joseph Murrell Lambert 1934 | Gotta Fin and Pass | Flip Flop Fly Swat | Learning to Jive with Gina | Sexism. Racism. I'm Sick of the these Words | Politicians Praying. Instead of Acting | A Bloody Disgrace | A Trap of Life | Our Aussie Newsreader Natasha | Do You Share My Problem ? | My Very Disjointed Theme Contribution | Ing in Overtime | The Fallen Arch | Clutter Haiku | Service Has Gone Down the Gurgler | I'm Skilling Up On This Difficult Genre | Lower the Pass Mark -Sorted | Again and Again and Again | What's Going On? : An Adelaide Cinquain a la DM | Who Holds My Key? | Newsreaders | Leopard Kill |Wrong
The heart is cursed
to live reversed
I start at the end
and finish beginning
it's just me
I'm not forgiving
though the wrong I done
I see none
I make believe
to carry on
pay it forward
to see it through
the day is long
my soul feels
wrong.
©JM.Cole
Wednesday 31st October 2018 3:59 am
Also by MyDystopiA:
Slipping Sand | Water | Infinity | Distant | Better Worse | Tick Tock | Stuck | Ace |Questions for the Seasons
will the beautiful colors of autumn
protect against the oncoming frost
the moon in the sky
is yours and mine
wherever we are
anchored by the stars
hung high over time
will the depth of winters chill
thaw in time to greet the crocus
deep black skies before the dawn
keep us hidden
as the nature resets
patience guides us
towards tomorrow
will the hopeful aroma of spring
dance endle...
Wednesday 31st October 2018 12:49 am
Also by Prikcab:
unwelcome | the endless trip |He
Build your kingdom walls high and thick
Tell yourself what you're doing is Justified
Your words were bullets piercing through the skin
You left like his mother and lied to him
He made promises just to keep them forever
Promises are actions you can't break
He's going nowhere honestly
He's broke and drinking himself to death
So take him away from this broken mindset
He's not a nice guy b...
Wednesday 31st October 2018 12:41 am
Also by Mikey V Kinsey:
Crystal City Part 3 lyrics | Anxiety | Faithful Until The End | Not Done | Show Love | Fix Myself | Words of The Waiting Man 21 | Breathing Underwater | So Call It What You Want | I'm Becoming a Hopeless Case It's Getting Easier To Tell | How I Really Feel | Sour Patch Kid | Through Melancholy Eyes | Firefly Battle of Lasagna Mountain | Melancholy 2 | Samurai Bebop 7 Sympathy | Write What You Honestly Know | I drank to fill the emptiness, but the more I drank the emptier I felt | Space Cowboy 13 The Last Death | A Poem For Tracy | The Starry Night | Just Average Rap Song. | Melancholy 2.0 | Words of The Waiting Man 20 | Firefly And Half Eating Sour Patch Kid | American Dream | Melancholy Fever | I'm Not Swell Little Firefly |This thing we call living
It should be easy
This thing they call living
It should be a way
Out of the pond
And when the mist lifts
All these misfits
Should have learned
How to swim their way home
As they stumble
Towards the sunlight
They are met
By arrows of pain
It's never easy
This thing they call dying
There's no way
To climb out of this pond
Tuesday 30th October 2018 11:50 pm
Don't say this struggle's all in vain
Don't say this struggle's all in vain,
the target's always out of range,
your work is effort down the drain,
and situations never change:
Perhaps it's true your hopes were wrong,
but who's to say your fears are right?
Your friends were fighting all along;
they're winning battles out of sight.
The waves of hope may seem to stay
far down the beach you stand beside;
Across the sea, from...
Tuesday 30th October 2018 7:32 pm
Also by Marnanel Thurman:
The Dark Blot |Anthem for all all these damned Youngsters
What church-bells or calls to prayer by the muezzin
For these young men who kill themselves?
— Only the monstrous hypocrisy of the media
Can call attention to this national blood-loss of young lives
No mockeries now for them from politicians who do not care;
Only the voice of the mothers whose sons are no longer there —
Only black and white boys' photograph...
Tuesday 30th October 2018 6:31 pm
Also by John E Marks:
Listen to the lion | The River | All Souls' Day | A Commonplace sacrifice of a life | NURSERY RHYME | An Archaeology | Offensive verse | Elegy | The flowers of the forest | Aramaic | Poem for an anonymous Moorish Poet on the defeat at Seville November 1248 | Kassia: A Bold and Beautiful Woman, a Byzantine Poet | The power to burst the bounds | MESSAGE IN A BOTTLE | Meg | A lamentation upon the fall of Constantinople 29th May 1453 |Loved Like This
My mistakes
and all the painful memories,
they've changed the way I think,
changed what I believe.
And when I doubt,
when I think I'm all I need
when I hope the world can't see me,
there's safety in your voice
and a smile in your eyes.
How'd I wind up here?
With you by my side.
And when I can't explain,
when I lose my grip,
when I make excuses
...Tuesday 30th October 2018 5:08 pm
Also by Jara Giner:
The View |Hallow Halloween
Hallow Halloween it’s nice of you to call once again
It’s been a whole long year since you have been around
Things have been frightfully quiet for far too long
I am looking forward to being scared silly by an eerie sound
Put a wicked spell on me well I’ll be doomed and damned
Bewitch me and lure me to your cursed coven
Chop me up alive and kicking into bite sized pieces
Cook m...
Tuesday 30th October 2018 2:38 pm
Also by Tom Doolan:
Autumn Absolutely | 8:04 | October 10 - World Mental Health Day |HOPE
Unconditional, my soul is only chained by past bounty’s, my inner joy is only to manifest such passion and my destiny,free forms non existence only deteriorates what’s left of my heart ♥️, elegance assembles as the one that brightens my soul captures what seems to be an Abyss of pure pain and lack of pleasure, reminiscing back to my younger more naïve mind has a blissful feeling of happiness that...
Tuesday 30th October 2018 1:17 pm
Also by Kage:
Down Side Up ? | Consonancy |Wandering expositions
Poetry has many inspections
each line remains re-touched;
we frown at fingered collections
of nouns and other stuff.
There are troublesome inflections,
and bleeding, wrung-out verbs-
the wandering expositions
of rhymes the metre serves.
There are stand alone conjunctions
in hope that it amazes
where
in solitude it functions
in contrived schema...
Tuesday 30th October 2018 1:09 pm
Also by Tommy Carroll:
Puzzled | Sorry bone | Shopping |The Follower
The news comes down from ancient Athens-
a follower of Dionysus, dressed to kill,
is unaccounted for. So,
what efficacy in the search;
some insight shone might stop her?
Rich generations or poor
civilisation or civil war
can't put her in a cage
or through a mincer.
The aged and crippled wish
just to live a day longer.
Growing noise makes music
impossible but not obsolete.
The noi...
Tuesday 30th October 2018 8:38 am
Also by Adam Whitworth:
(untitled) | Nocturne | These Days #7 | Disdain | Nocturne | Fourteen Divided By Two | Stage |Flying
We are flying through the universe
hand in hand
we don’t need ground control
or oxygen or rocket motors
we’re quite high enough
hand in hand
It might be love
It might be dope or the little white pill I took
It doesn’t really matter much
You’re a crazy wild eyed woman
And I love it when you loop the loop
Flying through the universe
With your hair a mess
A...
Tuesday 30th October 2018 8:33 am
Also by Michael Cameron:
Recently I Took Plath To Antigua | He Was Doing Fifty |The Last Apple on the Tree
The Last Apple on the Tree.
I hang alone,
passed by and forgotten.
The wind mocks me as it whispers softly by.
My friends lay scattered before me amongst the autumn leaves;
The sun, once so kind, exposes my long ago unblemished skin,
now mottled and brown.
Rain pummels me; and yet still I hang.
The days pass slowly; darkly.
I have ne...
Tuesday 30th October 2018 7:51 am
Also by Taylor Crowshaw:
Memories | I Protest | The Death of Love | How | Do You Want to Dance | The King of Inishturk | Hope Haiku | We | Innocence Sold | The Boy Who Was a Funiosity | I Am a Winner | Lies | Sat Here Thinking |My Mother
Insanity is when you love someone so much, you help them destroy you by trying to save them. -Unknown
Eye am insane for my Mother’s love
My Mother’s love
Is the love eye accepted into my heart
As my Mommy carried me, she fed me
Soothed me, protected me
And brought me
Into the physical plane healthy and safe
Thank you Mommy,
You are the first God eye know
My heart...
Tuesday 30th October 2018 4:12 am
Also by Mama Lola:
Clarity | Mental Slavery | My void |THE CLOCK
THE CLOCK
Staying with friends in the North-West, the Lakes,
a morning garden date with peckish feathered guests
drawn by delicacies half hidden by spring’s fresh leaves
which sway a little in the breeze and so appeal as
easy meals to songbirds darting here and there
which I watch, e...
Tuesday 30th October 2018 12:29 am
Also by Peter Taylor:
PERFECT PINK | BODIES | THOUGHTS OF AUTUMN (audio version) | THOUGHTS OF AUTUMN | LEAVING A WAKE |DON'T TELL THE GODS YOUR PLANS
(A blues in the slide guitar style of the incomparable Robert Johnson. Played in open G on a guitar I bought at a car boot sale for £7 for parts. It's much better value than my singing)
I took up with a woman; she was another man’s
I had it all before me – the world was in my hands
If you want to get them laughing just tell the Gods your plans.
She told me that she loved me...
Monday 29th October 2018 10:50 pm
Also by John Coopey:
DIPSO FATSO BINGO ASBO TESCO | LITTLE BASTARDS | ROOM FOR FALLING OFF | I HAVE AN OLD MAN'S PROBLEM | THE SUN SHINES BRIGHT BUT THIN TODAY | HARRY POTTER | X2 = ((x – y) * (x + y)) + y2 | ARTHUR AP UTHER - THE BATTLE OF LUGG VALE | CROSSROADS MOTEL | THE GHOST OF THE GHOST OF REES McGINN | UPSKIRTING 2 | BORIS THE BIDER |the colors you didn't see
It’s funny how everything is yellow.
At least when I’m next to you…
But on the drive home,
everything is tinted blue.
And it’s not because I’m leaving you.
I’m looking in my mirrors,
and my imperfections at loving seem a little closer too.
You wanted so badly for the flowers to be alive.
Forgetting all the thank-yous’ and i’m sorry’s,
jumping to I need you and…
...Monday 29th October 2018 7:00 pm
Flea Market
In this flea market
fake emotions sometime turn us blind.
sometimes body is sold,
Sometimes mind.
Monday 29th October 2018 4:49 pm
Also by AVISHEK GHOSH:
No Battle at all.. | Fading fast... | Give Me Word | Wither | Quest | In Praise of Your Glance | "WE" and.. | Gift Me a Rainy Day | Camera On... | An Ache | A Question | Fool | Murky |Three Witches Brew
Watch out, over there! No over there!
It's time to be alert, it's time to beware.
Time for Ghosts and Goblins and fear!
Look for witches who take to the air.
Time for monsters, spooks and storytelling.
Time to see who'll scare first, who'll be yelling.
It's Halloween time the best time of the year,
For ghost stories around a fire which crackles and sears.
Be leery of the p...
Monday 29th October 2018 1:06 pm
The Fox
Can a Fox cry, one did today?
Five lives tragically taken away.
A crying Fox is something new.
I shed a tear alongside him too.
As a red I cheered your fairy tale.
Brilliant to see the top dogs fail!
The Fox, he ruled, so justly proud.
But today he only sees a cloud.
A golden Fox with tear in eye.
But ‘Foxes never Quit’ that’s no lie.
So given strength Fox, you’ll be ok.
You can’t k...
Monday 29th October 2018 12:25 pm
Also by Mike Bartram:
Not Enough | Barefoot on The Zebra | Brookside Avenue | Listen | The Search |Let's Be One
I wish for us, both of us,
to be a circle with no end...
There won't be corners of secrets.
Let's be a circle
and live a circulating life
with no corners of secrets.
Let's take off our clothes
Be clear to one another
as we expose each other's scars
and be a closet with no skeletons.
In the darkest hour
let's not play hide and seek
let's be there for each other
we won't get lost
...
Monday 29th October 2018 9:59 am
Also by Katlego Maake Jr:
Light - O'- Love |Blinded
Our hearts are weary . Our soles are heavy weight . What is next . Who to blame . Blame one another and don’t play the Game .They are blaming Racism . Because they can . They blame other people because they can . Blame yourself you have only yourself to blame . If you want someone to blame . Stand up and be counted . Be Honest Be Brave . Look who is worthy and who is not . Look who are cruel and m...
Monday 29th October 2018 9:26 am
Also by Wendy Higson:
We Will Remember | Found Guilty | Where Is The Help | Attitude Problems | Hip Hip Hooray | Not Trusting Our Votes | Testing The Water | Faith In Others | Brilliant |Too Close
I hate pretending
a way of fending
off others mending
from themselves
another good thing
lost like a shoe string
problems I do bring
lack purpose
show yourself to me
paint it heavenly
it ends tragically
I’m confused
because you were here
I filled you with fear
now you’ve disappeared
it’s my fault
I live with a space
like a buffer place
beca...
Sunday 28th October 2018 11:26 pm
Also by Joanna Halliday:
Going, going but not gone | Stars Cross | Me Not Me | Missing Soul |Moon
Moon,
Oh moon.
I see you flutter by, Moon.
Your wax'ned wanings fill the sky, Moon.
I, you and I, moon. You and I.
I, not you will fall behind, Moon.
With no trumpet cry, no orisons, Moon.
No. No words can make Moon cry. You and I
Will dip into solitude,
We'll find the words our mothers used
For love and die. Oh, Moon.
The bringing smiles of love, Moon.
And the ‘wait awhiles' of lo...
Sunday 28th October 2018 10:44 pm
A Visit to Kashmir's Poet
Frozen Dal Lake, stiffened doors of Hotel, window panes full of vapour, without electricity is my hotel facing well known Boulevard Road of Srinagar. The elongated footpath between the Lake and Boulevard road is full of footprints impressed by people staggering on snow. With soporific eyes I watch this whole from the window of Shah Abbas Hotel as I woke up just couple of minutes before at 7:40 am.
...
Sunday 28th October 2018 3:59 pm
Harmattan is here!
Our weather is still acting all confused, but, by now, a lot of us should be expecting harmattan already. Some places already have the sign of harmattan fog appearing in the early hours of the day. Harmattan is that time of the year that gets very cold in the morning, and then hot as hell by noon. You get thirsty easily and everywhere is dusty. This is probably our biggest problem with the seas...
Sunday 28th October 2018 1:22 pm
Also by Chinwendu C.E Rays:
Priest of the world »dedicated to Rev. Fr Chinedu Ralph Nwosu -my spiritual mentor« |Rum and Rise
Let a sleeping giant sleep. Let a defiant man weep. Leave problems to themselves to weep and evaporate away with the disappearing light.
Let light fade away to night and questions fade to peace. Let a sleeping man sleep. Let your mind float away with the evening, let your mouth taste the dusk.
Let your spirit caress the rust. Rum and rise. Open your sleepy eyes and we'll retie our ties.
T...
Saturday 27th October 2018 11:39 pm
Also by VHH:
Emotion | Isolation | Reaching | Insatiable | Winded words | Validation | Know me |Addiction In Many Forms
Money lust pills sex all the things to have a good time. I feel no pain the numbing feels so right i can't escape but i don't know how to stop i crave something to keep me moving . I alter my mind to hide the emotional horror i refuse to let you see me cry because initially you felt i was weak all along. what you fail to realize is that sex made me feel alive and i felt wanted, the pills nu...
Saturday 27th October 2018 11:28 pm
Also by Mami Creative:
Trust Issues | SUICIDE PREVENTION | Domestic Violence Awareness Month |Level up
Trying hard to be better.
The new hair, new eye shadow.
The dating app.
Searching for a level up in false things,
Or false thoughts that do not correlate to the inner me.
We grow through correlation with others
Interconnecting and intertwining
Creeping higher and higher towards Utopia.
I'll meet you there sometime, some place.
When we've thrown away our falsitities and n...
Saturday 27th October 2018 5:10 pm
Also by Clara:
Warm | laissez faire or intervention? |Wotsisname
I'm just that guy from the open mic
It's not important - you know my name
I'm just that guy from the open mic
Naked and quick like firework flame
Saturday 27th October 2018 4:54 pm
Self loathing in Tuson, Arizona
Standing on a real balance
Level to a care extreme
Losing heart to a proper pave
polished hardship
Rambling on Yesterdays lean taste
Viled to a clime at its seem
left unwritten down for generation Ve
arrange of perfect spices
shadows of a timeless disaster
Taped to a perfect grain
Folded piece and bring back body,
Emerse your tears out of joy
Neatly in thinn...
Saturday 27th October 2018 12:52 pm
My Favourite Place
It wasn’t easy getting here,
Yet many do succeed,
When I am at my favourite place,
There is only one thing I need,
I need a camera to take a photo,
Because I truly believe,
The most valuable assets I own,
Are my memories,
Iv been here in every season,
In sun, wind, rain and snow,
Iv been here so many times,
And yet it never seems to get old,
We all have our ow...
Saturday 27th October 2018 7:38 am
Also by Happy Hiker:
My Halloween |Always On The Losing Side
Always On The Losing Side
You’ve lost to emperors and knights,
been cheated by beggars and thieves.
Shame and agony fill your nights
The scar of defeat never leaves…
You always were that one lame horse
that even you wouldn’t bet on!
Charm isn’t an overcoat you can force
on an ugly duckling-of-a-swan.
Some days you lose to the witty,
and other times you lose
to...
Saturday 27th October 2018 1:18 am
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