Restless Inner Solitude
Restless Inner Solitude
Alone amongst others
lost in a crowd
alienated without choice
friendless with no voice
killing time alone
a desire to speak
an inability to do so
cocooned in a crowd
self imposed exile
inner repression
detached from humanity
seeing but not speaking
but why?
Monday 31st July 2017 10:56 pm
Also by keith jeffries:
Despondent | To Hoard | Uncertainty | Free Thinkers | Winds of Freedom |Passchendaele (RE-POST)
Passchendaele
[Here's a poem I originally blogged in 2014 with a link to the audio I produced for it on Soundcloud - it is a collection of 8 haikus]
https://soundcloud.com/the-man-at-the-back-1/passchendaele
Blind, wide open, eyes.
Dripping poppy petal tears.
Crimson rivers flow.
Fields transformed to mud.
Deep cut trenches scar the earth.
Wounds that will not heal.
...Monday 31st July 2017 5:52 pm
Also by Ian Whiteley:
Next Years Model |THE DANCE
You work so hard
to woo me
Once I surrender
you become less tender
Your fingers forget
my number
Contacting me encumbers
you
It's a dance that needs
to come to an end
So I can begin
my new life
No longer a wife
I need a new man
To hold my hand
and lay next to me in my bed
Bodies warm with slumber
Both of us under
Each others spell
By Ly...
Monday 31st July 2017 4:09 pm
Also by lynn hahn:
WALK ON | DATING | JUMP IN | DEEP SHADES OF YOU |I Love, I Am, I Feel
I love
The forgetfulness that comes from
Speed-floating towards nothing near
The quaint line of yellow to blue;
Rippling with the current that flops
My lop side boat; tops and turvey.
I am
Swallowed by the sea of blue/green,
I feel
My scraggly strands tightly knitting
Themselves in knots of two and three,
The sun crawling slow on pink flesh,
And salty crisp; c...
Monday 31st July 2017 3:11 pm
Also by Michaela Sheldon:
Green Biscuits | Blank Feeling | Thunder's Compass | Raw Meat | Fresh Bread at the Beach | Later, I Promise | Blossom, My Garden | Mind Murmur | Mellow Glow | Study Abroad | The Continuous Nothing | Frozen Time | Redundant Delight | Penumbra in the Deep Night | In Risk of Offense | Burnt Bread: A Reminder | Thick Roots | Breathe Me In |Fingernails
My hands are patterned by ambitions,
these lines on my skin are wishes,
palms marked like the sky after a shooting star
and shining when they interlace with your fingers,
your skin's wrinkles and crinkles.
The crevices of our skin do not match or meet
the way coloured paths on a map synchronise and intercross,
reaching destinations.
We are separate pieces of meat
but
...
Monday 31st July 2017 2:40 pm
SHAME
Who are you pointing at; with your twisted finger
and your meely mouth
And what gives you the right to rule our roost
When we are the youth of tomorrow and you the death of yesterday
Go with your hate and go with your crooked smile
For you will walk the stone strewn miles
Whilst we will stagger but rise - eventually
Safe are stars; but we are here
And warrior...
Monday 31st July 2017 2:27 pm
Skin
I've shed my skin a million times
Sloughing off the dead cells
Standing in a snowstorm of
Flake and dust
But every new skin appears the same
Same thoughts
Same emotions
Same old conditioned behaviours
Where is my new beginning?
Where is the skin that wears
It's heart on the outside?
Monday 31st July 2017 11:35 am
Also by Hazel ettridge:
Navel gazing |Love Can...
Love is such a funny thing.
It can
eat
you
alive
But if can also give you the greatest fulfillment ever
It can
keep
you
up
until 6 am
But it can also be the thing that lets you sleep at night
It can
tear
you
apart
But it can also help you grow as a person.
And now im laying
here
600 miles
away,
But all I can think about is
you.
...Monday 31st July 2017 10:46 am
Jesus
He's the sinner's Savior, He's God's Son
His goodness is limitless, His life is matchless
He's incomprehensible, He's indescribable
The grave couldn't hold Him, but he can hold you.
Monday 31st July 2017 3:47 am
Also by Shirley Smothers:
Parody of Achy Breaky Heart | The Price of Freedom (much longer version) | Anxiety, My Companion (a daily struggle) |Gem
Silent stood time,
when you came to mind.
Pure delight it sought,
in each and every thought.
Talks of ours will be cherished,
for I will never let it go perished.
Admiring our words with such amaze,
laughing about our selves like craze.
Cheered each other all the while,
till we got back our forgotten smile.
Became friends unnoticed by all,
cocooned our hearts with a pious love shawl.
...
Monday 31st July 2017 12:59 am
Also by Ameya.:
Unmoving | Noshes greed | Desolated desert rose | Saporem vitae | Waltzing towards my grave | Pretense | Why would it matter | Costume |AFTER WOLFENDEN
like hermit crabs out of their shells
they came, all pink and personal
blinking in the freedom of light
they looked around
not over their shoulder
slightly wiser
and slightly older.
Sunday 30th July 2017 10:39 pm
Also by ray pool:
WHOOPS APOCALIPS | THE APPOINTMENT | WHEN SANTA COMES TO STAY | VARIETY ARTISTS | WHEN LONELINESS CALLS | SANCTUARY | YOU FALL IN LOVE WITH EYES | THE NINE ELMS CAT | WATCH TV | IT'S FUN TO BE FROM THE NORTH | TROUBLE IN METROLAND | ON THE BRIDGE | SHORT POEM | SLOW DEATH ON A SLIDING SCALE | SEX ON A SHOESTRING |Rupturing
I fear I am breaking
Something inside me swells
and cracks
Tears and harsh words
drip through my seems
I do not recognize parts of myself
Though plenty of effort and resources
have gone into repair,
wholeness seems more foreign
than destruction
Sunday 30th July 2017 4:59 pm
LOVE AND LUST
There are those who will -.
Because they must -
Call it love
When meeting lust.
.......................................
.
Sunday 30th July 2017 4:54 pm
Also by M.C. Newberry:
LIFE'S LOSERS | SOLITARY | Doctor WHO?! | MUCKING ABOUT | THE VIEW FROM HERE (2) | FRIENDS AND ALLIES | ONE FROM THE HEART | SOMEBODY'S GRIEF |Hoover Damn
Hoover Damn
Got boxes and boxes of dust
I'd like to throw them out
Turn them into cement
Build something permanent
Pillows full of feathers
Those microorganisms
Beautiful but
Don't stick them in your mouth
Rearranging the past
So it can make sense
It's temporary
I can live with it
Rearranging the past
'Til there's nothing left
No one wants my stuff
I just get over it
Sunday 30th July 2017 3:48 pm
Also by Robert C Gaulke:
Have you met my needs? | Script Confusion | Civilization takes two | To Joy | Plans “A”, “B”, & “Z” | Kindness of Strangers | the feeling of feeling | Petals of Yes | Maricopeia | drugugly | Airports | Wear Red | Comfortable | A fine finish | Quixotic Dancers | Doing the aftermath |The Tug of Depression
The tug of depression
It was always there
It's my greates lesson
That life wasn't mean to be fair
It's the shackles on my legs
The clouds over my head
It's the dead of the night
Never far from sight
It's the weight holding me down
Turning the smile into a frown
It's the whiskey I didn't need
Making me think I'm free
It's my monotone life
Making me scared of the highs
It's the prison ...
Sunday 30th July 2017 2:30 pm
Also by Regan Roberts:
Drinking Life Away | Frustration and Boredom | The Gentrification Scheme 2017 |Black Boy Jerome
Black Boy Jerome
walking stop, walking stop, closed park nest
insecticide guttered blood lumps
realtor biting torchlight, thicker dollar pile rate rat room
squat sleeping, leaning broom, dirt bridge
ate pigeon error Wednesday
Ma note sticks about Black Boy’s bridge’s lynching arcs
shining knotted ironwork, rogue’s gum
waning bridge appeal, twists, turns, joints, worn rust
move on Winter
...
Sunday 30th July 2017 11:31 am
Also by Paul Welsh:
Smell Filthy |Mona Lisa
Waiting for love is discouraging.
A tedious and tiresome act.
I give in to temporary fixes
and take my own promises back.
I give each toad a chance
and before goodbye, a kiss.
The little girl I've always been
looks back in hopes of a prince.
Though, all have not come rugged
and many have had style.
I've given out sweet gestures
and Mona Lisa smiles.
All the wh...
Sunday 30th July 2017 4:32 am
Also by Lyrical Lexa:
Scorpio |Wisdom Teeth
Get out of mouth now.
This is not yours.
You keep prodding at my gums, don't you get it?
They're sensitive.
I don't floss.
I can see you past the surgical mask, behind the goggles that you keep foggy with a steam of egotistical pomposity.
You're framed by a white room, white clothes, white breaths, because everything inside of that is dirty.
A living cavi...
Saturday 29th July 2017 12:20 pm
Also by Connor Lannes:
Ringling Brothers | Daisy Chains |looking backward (a sign during the day)
night is a stranger that
shouts the door down
and revisits me on an
evening news rerun and
black ticker tape flash
stuck on infinite loop--
a crisis of light that
peels back to reveal
only a dark tower sky...
looking into its sundial
shadow I am reminded
quickly of the time and
that mine will always be
considered a land apart.
Saturday 29th July 2017 12:29 am
Also by nunya:
paths home | gulf | slip | invictus | ripple (limits of human perception) |TRYST WITH DESTINY
Trust Buddha,
Trust Jesus,
thoughts are the one,
creating your genesis.
Be good,
like a robinhood,
then who can stop you,
from growing in the hood.
Embrace your life,
like your wife,
and you will be cutting,
all agony with a knife!
Friday 28th July 2017 4:56 pm
Also by MANISHA SAINI:
AN ALTRUISTIC ANIMA | KNOCK DOWN DRAG OUT | TOP NOTCH WHISTLE STOP | HOT WATER | ON PINS AND NEEDLES | WHO AM I? |Wilderness 2001, 2021
You see
a land wraithed in smoke and the stink of death
You feel
man's determination dulled by desperation and
the hollow, guilty hope that the creeping fate might end
at a neighbour's door.
You cannot farm in the present
At least not in Wales.
The hills were silent memorials to herds brought low,
Uncropped: a tragedy of gr...
Friday 28th July 2017 3:00 pm
Also by Chris Armstrong:
The Consultant (Revelation, first draft) | Revelation |NOTE TO SELF
Note to self by Lyrical Inebriality
28/06/2017
11:07
Emotion. What is it but a mere feeling that we can control?
Or is it a corroborated sentiment thats embedded in your soul?
To me its a parasite, eager to corrupt the mind,
Keeping you away from what your heart yearns to find.
In order to move forward you must accept your past...
Its ok to make mistakes, its ok that it didnt last..
...
Friday 28th July 2017 2:23 pm
Also by lyricalinebriality:
TELL ALL |there is an ocean behind your eyes
last night i dreamt that you served me
and my children, in a restaurant in the city.
that as you placed our steaming food on the table
you smiled a sweet malaise and caught my eye
for just an instant, but there were oceans in
that quick glance, the churning of a
thousand regrets. how you longed for
the children that sat beside me, for
stretched skin, teary eyes and tempers.
...Friday 28th July 2017 1:54 pm
Also by Stuart Buck:
the guns, they rain on everyone |Mountain flower
I was walking pushing my soul into the floor when i seen a flower something ive seen many times before
It was gorgeous a true beauty to behold
And innocent much like me when i was 10 years old
Its petals were like mirrors reflecting the truths and the past
Its leaves were so well concealed they were one with the grass
But there was one thing oh so unique
The center of the flo...
Friday 28th July 2017 9:56 am
M'am your poem is served
I love you for your quiet confidence that screams reverence
I love you for the courage of you convictions.
For your wayward eyelids as they flap like chrysalis wings.
You make the others look like forgotten minions.
A sense of purpose lurks in the lithe abandon of your walk,
full lips smirking at fate.
I love the triumph of your uninhibited temper
as you make men rattle at the...
Friday 28th July 2017 8:57 am
Also by Chakraj:
She blows hot, blows cold | To my Angel who waits |Suffering Long Term
Why do we do it . Who is there to Care . Women do it for all reasons . Unable to share because they have to care . We suffer with pains Unimaginable . Don't make a fuss . The pain will go away . Have Inplanted you with something to help you . It's needed don't worry just do it . So why are so many women suffering . If the side affects Are known . And why take so long to admit it . A Mesh causing l...
Friday 28th July 2017 5:14 am
Also by Wendy Higson:
Fools Rush In | I'm Alright Jacks | Don't Go | Use Your Imagination | British Meats | Band Wagon | Tour De Yorkshire | Yorkshire Folk | Leave Them Alone | Tv Last Night | Benefits | Think |Anticipation
Awaiting my lover to rejoice in my arms
As the heart beats faster and a slight twinge in loin
The excitement of night, of pulsation of groin
As the moments linger to nervousness of charms
Will you be delicious as I remember you?
With a welcoming smile to chase away nightmares
And savour popsicle with the seducing shares
That only you know how in the moments anew
I close my eyes to see ...
Friday 28th July 2017 2:59 am
Also by Louis Audet:
Dreaming | Old farmhouse | July 1st, Ottawa | Celebrate | Dessert | The Northern Town | Welcome Addition | Nature Lovers | One plus one makes two | Snowflakes | Tenderness | Almost | Thirtieth Dare | Twenty-Ninth Dare | Twenty-Eighth Dare | Twenty-Seventh Dare | Twenty-Sixth Dare | Twenty-Fifth Dare | Twenty-Four Dare | Twenty-Third Dare | Twenty-Second Dare | Twenty-First Dare | Twentieth Dare | Nineteenth Dare | Eighteenth Dare | Seventeenth Dare | Sixteenth Dare | Fifteenth Dare | Fourteenth Dare | Thirteenth Dare |Self
I never been true to others
Never been so honest to myself
Sometimes shows more than what I am
Sometimes shows lesser than what I am
But never shows equal on what truly am I
Never been so disappointed on what I am
Just wanted to show others what I can
Not showing what you truly are is not being dishonest
It's just that you want privacy
Privacy that you can want what you wanted to b...
Friday 28th July 2017 12:20 am
Twinkly twinkle little book
Twinkle twinkle little book,
How you hook,
Your readers so.
Tell my friends how much you mean
I hear some favorites for me
Twinkle twinkle little book
Look forward to see you in my nook.
Thursday 27th July 2017 9:17 pm
Perspective
Growing up, life teaches you lessons. The
More you experience, the more lessons
You learn, and this shapes your world view. Lessons
Form your outlook, changing your personal
Perspective, as you gaze out, over your
Future, an ever-shortening view. That
Future, the landscape of life, appeared bleak,
Featureless and hostile. Preferring not
To look, understanding ...
Thursday 27th July 2017 8:02 pm
User
I guess I was the special one,
My end was quick and painless,
But now im gone you've claimed your done,
You made me feel so worthless.
I wondered why you stuck with me for so long,
Just to watch my eyes grow cold,
But whilst im gone you can sing your song,
You can pretend to act like your bold.
You cut all of us out like heavy duty removers,
I hope all the othe...
Thursday 27th July 2017 7:21 pm
Also by Rhianna Blake:
Child's play |Beauty abloom
Beauty abloom
-kishore karunik
I am waiting eagerly for a bloom dawn
Everything will glow red all around
There be no choose and malice
We will hear twittering of the birds loitering
Sound of human beings
Every day I awake and see killing, murder,
Disorder and terrorism
Derailed boys will call me coward,
No power to reunify
No importance of their words
The...
Thursday 27th July 2017 7:05 pm
Eyes
Eyes they come in all shapes, sizes and colors
But i've never seen anything quiet like yours
I've stared many in search sincerity
But I've never seen anything quiet like yours
The way they glisten in the sun when you smirk
I've never seen anything quiet like yours
The way they change shades when you're angry
I've never seen anything quiet like yours
The way they soften when...
Thursday 27th July 2017 4:34 pm
Also by Pao Oli:
Walls |paradox
So close
Yet so far away
All at the same time
So lonely
Yet so surrounded by love
All at the same time
So confused
Yet so clear
All at the same time
Close these gaps
Yet mend the lines
All at the same time
Thursday 27th July 2017 3:36 pm
Also by Maxine:
Polarity | lip service |Love wins
Their hands touched and the room stood still
Genuinely, completely stood dead still
He held her hands tight across the table
Wanting to shout out but he wasn't able
Wanting to shout she's the one I love
Tearing down values he'd long understood
Life is for living with no holding back
Only truly experienced with love in full flame
Not playing the margins in some fake game
...Thursday 27th July 2017 12:53 pm
Also by IanQ:
Love reunited | Big leggy |Vertices
Vertices iv
Jan folded the letter
her finger formed an edge.
She looked up-
somebody was explaining functionality:
Platonic solids.
She stared:
the new argument was written
on the white board-
she returned to the letter-
another fold
another plain
pressing
opening,
rereading.
The diagrams explaining.
His words revealing
vertices missed;
he to the point.
Words r...
Thursday 27th July 2017 11:10 am
Also by Tommy Carroll:
Hermione's sly wink |The Hearse
The hearse moved slowly
Like a shining silver wraith
Gliding through the summer scene
Along the road from Manningtree.
The coffin carried at the rear
Dressed with bunch of lillies,
Bore its dead with dignity
Upon their final journey.
Following the river's edge
Alongside bright green grassy verge
Over-hung with agèd trees
Seeing all from up on high.
The tidal river full and ...
Thursday 27th July 2017 10:00 am
Also by Richard Hartley:
The Rose | The Last Train | Deo Gratias | Embers |Internet Insanity!
I visited my cousins in Russia
One summer vacation day,
And my conclusions during my stay
Turned out to be more than I could say.
*
What happened?
*
Older cousin surfs on laptop
Younger did that and ipod games too
Sister sticks to ginormous ipad
I skim online webs in hullabaloo!
*
What’s happening?!
*
Day after day, hour after hour
We’re caught in the ...
Thursday 27th July 2017 12:46 am
Also by Tiffany Wright:
Solitude | Writer's Reverie | Running Power |Listening to Airship: This is hell
As the illusion shatters around me
As the dust melts away into reality, I realise
I realise like everytime before, this wasn't real
Everything you said to me wasn't real
Everything I felt was real
Every moment we shared I managed to translate incorrectly
Each look misjudged
Each smirk misread
Each nudge misinterpretated
'I never liked you'
'I never li...
Wednesday 26th July 2017 11:33 pm
Also by Charlotte Colvin:
Written whilst listening to Sam Smith: I'm not the only one | Written whilst listening to Solange: Don't touch my hair | Written whilst listening to Ghost Poet: Dial Tones | Written whilst listening to Incubus: Wish you were here | Written whilst listening to Placebo Ask for answers | Written whilst listening to Jay Som: Lipstick Stains | Written whilst listening to SIBWIR: Munro |Let's Part dear Crazy Heart
Falling Apart
Falling Apart
My Life
My Heart
Always falling apart
From head to toe
I'm a mess
But you would never know
I don't have a clue which way to go
I need you now...
Your tranquillity to calm my restless soul
Don't fail me now...
I have no other to shield and protect me
From this crazy mess that is
Myself...
Wednesday 26th July 2017 9:53 pm
Also by Wardah:
Weary Traveller |Where ?
Wednesday 26th July 2017 7:10 pm
Also by terry l shuff:
Winds Return. | False Realities | child Forsaken | Hebrew Bible poetry as LITERATURE |BURNED
i burnt my eyes for you!!! i stared into the sun for hours for you!!! and you wont even take a glance for me?? what is it that hollows out my heart to be filled with smoke and empty friends all i ever wanted was for sour candy to touch my tounge but instead i got a pile of dead worms shoved down my throat! this is what i get for having a kind heart? i never wanted your dark moon love for i thought...
Wednesday 26th July 2017 12:37 am
Also by Youthfullyxx:
seeing you for what you are | i sit alone | my beauty is taken for granted |Music Formerly Known As Jazz
photo credit: Intermedia Arts
Geneva and John Henry played songs like they learned them, by rote, for as long as they could but knots of unrequited living or unrequited love didn’t unraveling to satisfy their needs. Something more was required; a hook, a head or a melody wouldn’t carry them away anymore. They longed for passage to spaces beyond what they knew into somewhere other than here. Eve...
Tuesday 25th July 2017 7:23 pm
Words too hot for the tongue
Words too hot for the tongue
I was once a flame kindling with every thought
The fire inside grew brewing hearty soup.
Everyday i checked to see it was hot.
My cooking cycle seemed endless, a constant
loop
nothing in the world could put my fire out
My flame made the sun look like a candle.
this scorching affection burned through any doubt
The slightest touch ...
Tuesday 25th July 2017 5:46 pm
Also by Joseph Calderon:
Let Me Sleep | Away From The Wave | The Notebook |streets I’m too familiar with ..
...
All I wanted to do, was sit with you,
create absurd worlds of moving sausage rolls
in smoke-filled telescopic bells and timps
n’ pot-flops of sound.
I could have kept you warm day after day
after day after day after day. Apart from the
23rd of May 1058 when I’m supposed to be
buying a Bulgarian bulrush.
You told me once that your feet and your hands
and your body do get some...
Monday 24th July 2017 8:27 pm
Just trying to help.
(A friendly warning for those members of
the women`s PLP who were elected by
`leave` constituencies)
l
Given that our decaying, aging population
Is causing this perilous rush of immigration,
Is cheapening the morning after pill abuse
By `incentivising inappropriate use`?
(Think! for every pill that proves efficacious
Space for immigration`s made more spacious!).
Monday 24th July 2017 4:35 pm
Also by Harry O`N eill:
The girl at the dance in a sari | The night battle | N`Shya.....and me. |Manifesto
I vote with my feet
carrying the creature
from the sterile house
to a living environment
those like me who capture spiders in a plastic cup
to take them out of the house
make one great group in society
another great group has other ideas
and so society is split
we move through the same space
like thoughts in a head
Monday 24th July 2017 10:56 am
Also by Adam Whitworth:
Passing By | Far Out | Attention | Ground Nesting | Proem |Growing Up
I am fifteen years old and I think I own the world.
I have a boyfriend and he loves me.
He yells at me but that is okay, he loves me.
He shoves me but that is okay, he loves me.
He slapps me but that is okay, he loves me.
He holds me down as I yell and scream because it hurts but that is okay, he loves me.
I am sixteen years old and I escaped my first abusive relationship.
...Monday 24th July 2017 10:43 am
And The Heretics Weep
Dark mirror dragon-kings black swans
Your shadows lick the mural beam
Bathe most caves and cloak the flame..
The Magi of Pipers
The spell casters' prescience
Incantatory grand designs murmur..
Nothing of More in three in two in one..
The chambers echo canned echoes
Grim shepherds whistle and tails wag dogs..
The heretics weep..
They have peeked at the Illumined masters
And their s...
Monday 24th July 2017 6:53 am
Also by Suki Spangles:
The Cappuccino Captains' Buzz |REGRETS
When my dad was in his failing years my sister, Linda, and I used to visit him in his sheltered accommodation at Worksop (she, I confess, much more frequently than me).
She tells me the tale about one of her visits.
They’d talked for an hour or more when she asked him out of the blue,
“Do you have any regrets about your life, dad; anything you’d do differently if you had your time again?”...
Sunday 23rd July 2017 11:07 pm
Also by John Coopey:
BIRDSONG 2 | THE RINGS | WHO LET REES-MOGG OUT? | 262 | LADY IN RED (PART 2) |Retreat
A storm is coming
and I can't sleep.
I can feel the deep
lapping at my feet.
Tides tease
waves black and violent
breathe, plead
come inside take a peek.
I think I retreat
go back
hide in the trees
where the owl
steals my dreams
and the grass
colours everything green.
Not all is
always as it seems
in between lies
the true heart of things.
©JM.Cole
Sunday 23rd July 2017 11:13 am
Do I smell funny?
You ever get the feeling that you smell like curry?
Now I'm not being racist or trying to be funny
It is just a simple thing that I have observed
Whenever I leave my house it's quite absurd
I smell like centuries of mastering flavour
Of spices and mixes that one should savour
Of happy childhood memories in the kitchen
Where food is not just boiled veg and chicken
But a lifetime of exper...
Sunday 23rd July 2017 12:52 am
Also by Wonderer:
The Misery Drum | Broken | A bit of a choke |The Farmer's Wife
'Easy, Boss....So-oo-oo, Boss.'
The small barn is dim, stuffy with rotting wood
the smell of summer hay, urine and fresh excrement
of rich hot cows their breaths meadow-sweet.
The building rustles with little movements
in the rafters, the old plank walls
restive animals cropping in their troughs.
Three sloe-eyed cats sleek with mice and milk
sit and mewl, and they wait
s...
Saturday 22nd July 2017 2:54 pm
Also by Cynthia Buell Thomas:
The Lighthouse (a romance) | One Standard Poodle | Three Kids Having Snacks |INTRUSTED
waiting on something from someone else will never get you anywhere
trust in those who have your best interest at heart
be free, and know the hearts to which you are intrusted
be responsible to the planet and youth and keep it intrusted
Saturday 22nd July 2017 6:56 am
Also by New Shoes:
Without a Boat |LOOK UP EVERY ONCE AND A WHILE
gazing into the july night sky
our segmentation of time to define a point within our silestrial revalutions
the grand structures of light that seem to suspend in an endless universe
like binkons of hope not written in verse
the four points of light that make the diamond shows me were the milky way is running
and if you catch it in the middle of the night, it really is quite stunning
...Saturday 22nd July 2017 6:43 am
Also by old shoes:
A Gift From the Universe to Emer |Normalcy Bereft
They rewrote songs on the sceneries of their dreams,
under the same roof, in the same room, but alone.
Living in each other’s isolations,
so tiring, boring, sensual, overwhelming, warm.
In thoughts, several severely intimate moments had passed;
their knotted minds kissed intermittently, not seldom.
He knew he was boundless, liberal, enraged, , jealous, dizzy,
he thought h...
Friday 21st July 2017 9:13 pm
Also by The Forgotten Liberties:
Sex Overlooking The Sunset |Kevin the Chameleon Astronaut
Kevin, the Chameleon Astronaut
As he sat in his space ship
young Kevin knew that soon
he’d be the first chameleon
to walk upon the moon.
He clambered down the ladder
in his special reptile suit,
his high tech lizard helmet
and his little welly boots.
He wandered round the surface
picked up a rock or two
then Kevin came to realise
there wasn’t much to d...
Friday 21st July 2017 9:07 pm
Also by Tim Taylor:
Kevin the Chameleon Astronaut |Then and now
Lucid lovers we were,
Troublesome partners we became
Blessed was relation, contended our spirits
Ruined is now relation,
ruffled in its spirits
Every moment together was pure moment of joy,
Everyday of forceful essence which sheerly killjoy
Gone are the days, we adored those sparkling eyes
Tears now keep rolling and we smile in just disguise
Persona was such which radiat...
Friday 21st July 2017 9:05 pm
Also by Akanksha Agnihotri:
Why???? | The Dilemma | The Dilemma | Yes i love him... |The Senses
I can't hear the whispering of the trees,
I can't feel the tall grass tickle my skin,
I can't smell the blooming flowers,
I can't taste the salty ocean breeze on my lips,
I can't see the good in the world anymore.
I hear my quiet sobs while alone,
I feel the pain of lost hope,
I smell the blood of a broken heart,
I taste the bittersweet memories of us,
I see a vast emptiness inside me.
Friday 21st July 2017 1:50 am
Also by Ashley Otto:
Fire to Flicker | Save this World | Pain |Family
"Family is more than blood so true
Family is people who love & care for you
Family is as a sweet a chocolate/vanilla swirl
Family is the most important thing in the world"
Friday 21st July 2017 12:42 am
Did you notice?
I didn't visit you today
Did you notice?
Were you there?
I didn't say your name today
Did you notice?
Do you care?
I didn't send you love today
Did you notice?
Is this fair?
I didn't reach for you today
Did you notice?
Were you there?
I didn't cry for us today
Did you notice?
Do you care?
I didn't hear your voice today
...Thursday 20th July 2017 5:51 pm
Also by Lauren Spurling:
Tell me how's the world today, love? |Time to Rhyme and Say Hello
I looked at my computer and saw your name at the top,
Write Out Loud, and I had to stop.
It has been a while...since last I wrote,
I thought I would stop, and blog a note.
The clocks are are all chiming,
While I do my best at rhyming.
I have not really got much to say...
So, I guess I'll be on my way.
Hello, and goodbye... I hope you all have a great day!
Thursday 20th July 2017 3:25 pm
Same Sh*t, Different Day
standing there silent, feet on the ground
in a world of my own whilst folk rush around
in every direction, this seething throng
is it just me, am I in the wrong
am I the only one in this crowd
not making a noise but wanting to shout
and scream at those that are nearby
I shrug my shoulders, let out a sigh
all going to the office, a corporate ideal
sterile surroundings, same look and feel
...
Thursday 20th July 2017 1:48 pm
Also by Chris Briggs:
Circles |From Speakin' Weird 12/07/17
( the First poem performed -)
Reflection:
How is it possible to hate yourself this much
But love yourself so much, too,
I asked.
Because you’re a narcissist,
He said.
I don’t know if I agree with this.
What I do know
I say inside of my own head,
Is that too often I wake up screaming
Because of the Things I left unsaid
The things I wantonly said
The sutures I didn’t receive...
Thursday 20th July 2017 3:41 am
Crystal mind
Slow walk, soft conversations, persuasive in gesture, my guilty pleasure
Your eyes are damning, my heart is floating and my neck pulsating
A vicious beating, what is black and what is white
And yet here I am, skinny and floating in the grey,
The catch was sudden, my vision was blurry
You found me starving, the restless yearning
You had my mind fuzzy, you made it very c...
Wednesday 19th July 2017 8:35 pm
Queen of Cups
Enchanted women enter
Hades fucks Persephone
whilst watching a silver Queen
Re-enter the ordinary world
where Poseidon rules the sea
I dive through opaque water
the salt flushing out my eyes
under the silver silent waves
Wednesday 19th July 2017 7:39 pm
A thought from last night
The rolling waves of thunder rumble through surrey’s silent hills
Like a ripple of a wave upon the sea’s shore
This deafening clap of anger tortures through dense air for thrills
But why? Can we be so sure?
Could this be a God who is fuming with mankind?
Or the Earth perhaps is signalling there is something on her mind.
Wednesday 19th July 2017 2:20 pm
Mercedes Benz
with apologies to Janis Joplin
Oh Lord won't you buy me a Mercedes Benz.
Ma friends are all truck drivers ah must make amends
by blowin' clouds of black smoke from ma supercharged back end.
Oh Lord won't you buy me a Mercedes Benz.
Oh Lord won't you fiddle me the exhaust test readin's down
so ah can poison ma neighbors as ah drive around,
belchin' nitrous oxide all a...
Wednesday 19th July 2017 12:30 pm
Open
Open
pain shreds your voice
but inside I’m singing
even as the usual platitudes
fall smooth and ready moulded
from my lips
your life lies in pieces
around your feet
hard to keep your balance
when you’re tripping over
shards so sharp they burn
but I remember a man
afraid to love
a heart too hard to open
a boy who would never grow
whil...
Tuesday 18th July 2017 11:00 pm
No Surrender
No Surrender
Another battle, another day
From afar, she seems to go
Happily on her way
What you don’t know is
She’s doing her best
To cope with incessant pain
With remarkable courage
She’ll give it a go
But the hurt is something
Only her Fibro buddies
Will really know
On good days it’s bearable
But incredibly, she’s been called a fake
Unsympathetic ignorance
From those whose b...
Tuesday 18th July 2017 8:15 pm
Aired
Breaking point...
Broken point...
Mind out.
Tears bled
Blood shed
Mind aired
You...
Unburning;
Beam;
Unfalling;
Balanced.
High as the sun;
Unseen.
Tuesday 18th July 2017 8:14 pm
Tombs
Great men die, and so they lie
In their tombs and graves
Glorified, magnified
By their followers and slaves
Quiet mounds on the Downs
Lasting through the many ages
May cover cruel tyrants
Rather than wise sages
All men must die, all tombs will lie
Tuesday 18th July 2017 5:54 pm
Xen
This is the Xen remaining in my mind.
These are the memories we mourn today:
they know no bounds, and cannot be confined.
These are the fingerprints you left behind;
These are the shadows that you cast away.
This is the Xen remaining in my mind
who fights to heal, to hope, and to unbind,
who helps the homeless build a place to stay,
who knows no bounds, and cannot be confined,
whose voi...
Tuesday 18th July 2017 2:59 pm
What Hides In The Shadows
We hide from the monsters in the light
But only because we fear the night.
Although, we never see what hides in the dark.
What is really lurking down in the park.
Has it ever occured to you that the monsters aren't under the bed?
That they're actually only in our head.
That we have taken a beautiful thing,
And twisted it to something evil and cruel.
We pit two old friends against each...
Tuesday 18th July 2017 10:04 am
Also by Azreal:
Sqorms | Please Save Me | What Have We Become? |Deccan's Daughter
Wrap-a-round the waist
Of brown dried leaves
empty nests and lakes
gusts eroded soil
closed ones left her
Summer-of-turmoil
Singed yet yearning
defies upheavals
Sun tries the hope
; had locked clouds
in a deep dungeon
beneath blue shrouds
“Bleak sprouts bliss
, I shall stand tall”
Quips the Queen
one dawn in June
receives a reward
from the monsoon
Brocade black blouse
dren...
Tuesday 18th July 2017 3:10 am
A Poem for Every Night
Is there something wrong with me?
No forget it, don't answer.
I don't need the diagnosis,
There's no need to say it,
Not even a whisper...
As the moon rises, the sky darkens...
It can't be helped.
As the place grows dark and time passes,
In this quiet home,
I start to feel alone.
The sinking feeling starts...
It's only 9pm and I feel alone.
Who can I...
Tuesday 18th July 2017 2:36 am
THERE ARE ELEPHANTS ON THE ROOF
There are elephants on the roof,
I know that sounds absurd
But there’s elephants on the roof,
I know because I heard.
I am told it’s just a few pigeons
That think our caravan’s Heathrow
But waking at five in the morning,
I don’t believe this can be so.
My ears can hear quite enough proof,
There are elephants on the roof.
Pigeons are just much too small,
...Monday 17th July 2017 12:32 pm
Closest companion
Sometimes this fellow follows,
sometimes he leads my way.
At times my closest companion
can still seem quite far away.
I don't doubt he's a dapper dresser,
he's oft spotted sporting a hat,
'though his figure frequently fluctuates
from tall and wiry, down to small and fat.
He is easily seen by moonlight
'though his profile is lower at noon,
and I've known him to get completely lo...
Monday 17th July 2017 8:21 am
Home
Familiar walls become unfamiliar tunnels,
The heart isn't in here anymore,
Screams echoing the tunnels, yelling
Mom and dad sign the papers
Cracks coming up from the middle of the floorboards, the house is separating
The plants are dying, dried up leaves are falling on the ground that we once had family picnics on,
The roof doesn't shelter me the same, allowing nature to take its course, not...
Sunday 16th July 2017 7:54 pm
I TAKE YOU AS I FIND YOU
I TAKE YOU AS I FIND YOU
For one to go take - he must first go find;
for one to have known - he must want to learn;
for one to share love - he must first be kind;
for he who loves you - must lustfully yearn.
You're a goddess a - vision of beauty,
Athena, Aphrodite, Amphirite;
a conquering queen - of the land and sea,
always glowing bright through the...
Sunday 16th July 2017 3:03 pm
WHY?
Why? Is this world so cruel, so thirsty to enslave us?
Why is this world so violent breaking us slowly and slowly?
Why? Why can’t we do as our hearts want?
Why can’t we shine as fierce stars?
Why do we have to prove ourselves again and again?
We are just tired- tired of these opinions.
Tired of hearing,
“You can’t go there, you can’t come here, and you can’t do this or that”
...Sunday 16th July 2017 12:49 pm
It's you
Your sure fire
absolute certainty of journey
route, sustenance, kit,
plans, patterns, foresight,
well thought through reports,
talks on survival skills;
led an expedition into a pit.
Your only hope is,
whilst executing your ideas,
they kept a little something back
to save themselves.
They scramble for air
in hope that there are safer paths.
You sit ...
Sunday 16th July 2017 8:31 am
Fire
I realize that I am the fire that burns the foundation. I see that I am the reason that the once beautiful smile slowly faded day by day. Holding on to me is the same as clinging desperately the sharp edge of the sword. Slicing down the meat and severing precious vessels of life. I lay claim to the demise of your innocence
Sunday 16th July 2017 12:12 am
The attitude
I am staing in the shadow
Because my word sounds strage for you.
Fake people,poor and blind
Which don't inspire me to talk.
Theier attitude it's pissed my off,
But it's hard for them to catch the point
It's easyer look annoyed
They are complexed,that's why
They iell at you to make their job
They make you look like just a junk
They don't have power,
Just a gun
They don't have light,
T...
Saturday 15th July 2017 4:20 pm
The future
The future
Unpredictable as the world itself
Caring as the mother itself
Don't mess with it
Otherwise it will be Fierce as Volcano itself......
Don't know what will happen
Just believe whatever it will be
Will be better than Present..
Saturday 15th July 2017 8:33 am
There was once a man.
There was once a man,
charming in the flesh
He fell in love with a woman,
who he described her as a universe with the brightest stars.
She was his dream,
a dream that came close with his reality.
There was once a man,
bewitched with all.
He dare not speak,
for not to ruin all.
He cared for his beloved,
as if she was the heart of it all.
Until he met his dem...
Saturday 15th July 2017 1:30 am
Also by G.N.D.:
Kiss me now I say |Every Part of Me.
One night, I dreamt a dream.
Sleeping, with eyes wide open.
How can a heart continue to beat?
Even when its broken.
No heart breaks evenly,
one wins, and one will lose.
despite all the pain i've had to endure,
it is her, the one I will always continue to choose.
And so it goes, round and round
an endless cycle with no end in sight.
To let go, to move on
requires ...
Friday 14th July 2017 3:50 am
Also by Jay McQueen:
Hopeless |Thoughts on foothill drive
Took myself to lunch today. Just the way I like it. Actually, I'm sitting here at the table waiting for my food right now. I put my phone away so I could just enjoy my mind and the things around me. I'm surround by gossiping people. Literally each table I tune into consists of one person telling a loud story with a snarky voice and flailing arms, with the others at the table either trying their ha...
Thursday 13th July 2017 9:23 pm
Even if we never understand this messed up world that we live in
At just 17 when life seemed so empty
Your father and I, we got a bit friendly
And 9 months later you arrived at the scene
When I truly comprehended what love really means.
I love you more than life
And this love runs through me like a fire in my veins
A fire that will protect you from all the adversity and pain
that this world will try to impose and inflict
and...
Thursday 13th July 2017 8:18 pm
Mrs Sorensen Said
Mrs Sorensen said
Ruby’s not here today
and asked if we’d seen her
since yesterday home time
or knew where she’d gone.
We talked about how
it is very important
to tell a teacher
if something is wrong.
We talked about how
keeping a secret
is sometimes the wrong thing to do.
Mrs Sorensen said
Ruby’s not coming back
because she has died
and if we are...
Thursday 13th July 2017 4:25 pm
Sister in a box
Stood there on the left outside the kitchen
Crying out my eyes
While you were sat in a box
Our emotions carry across camera shots
From another lifetime ago.
Now we are both deep into our 40s
I am still stood there even now in amazement
Every-time I pass our first house
Remembering our mother
With that battered old camera
Swiping at the leaves on the footpath
In her broken slippers
...
Wednesday 12th July 2017 11:13 pm
Today When She Looks Back
Today When She looks Back
its not just the Bad memories But
the good times and the Dreams they shared.
Today When She looks Back
She could see the face that used to hold her breath
The voice which always so much Cared.
Today When She looks Back
its not just the sorrow and tears
she could still hear his voice in the momemnt of cheers.
Today When She looks Back
that cur...
Wednesday 12th July 2017 7:21 pm
Also by Nupur Jha:
You are so difficult to understand |Trigger Warming
Summer triggers memories
of paddling and orange Quosh,
butties squashed in paper, waxy white,
and leather sandals at the lido
just in case of broken glass.
We plough backwards to the past,
furrows made of glory.
It's a double-edged sword
but we have these golden memories
of life-affirming Thermos flasks
and Sunday baths and safety.
Summer triggers me...
Wednesday 12th July 2017 1:24 pm
DEAR FUTURE HUSBAND
Hello,dear you,i hope you are somewhere thinking of me
on the other side i am busy trying to figure out who you are
i do not know if i have met you yet
but i have a feeling you are also thinking about me too
and now dear futute husband,
be at your best behaviour,i am not a fan of bad boys
i believe you are a very understanding and loving husband to be
so do not do the thi...
Wednesday 12th July 2017 10:35 am
Also by kanini Beatrice:
AND THE SUN SHONE | I MISS YOU |Fiona
she's watching hot she likes me I know her a lot that's the first shot that's the second the first the second I'm beginning to think this world isn' t in a matrix or people don't watch themselves why not go ahead be politically correct think before you shoot what type of pregnancy is that how much it cost free language and a form of bandana speech have a heart play your part no smoking allowed let...
Tuesday 11th July 2017 11:02 pm
Also by Lisa Coleman:
Fiona | One Shift | Possible Student | Someone | Gotta Be | Krazy Bone | Do That |Bubka
Bubka
There must be a lyric for this.
Something already written, or sung
about this place, at this time
on a calm October day.
Or is this just for me?
This empty sea and unsullied sand
is it, just for me?
Over there, beneath ship shaped clouds
that cruise across the sky,
Koroni gloats in a lagoon of sun.
Between us, a mast without a sail
poles across the b...
Tuesday 11th July 2017 3:14 pm
Army Recruits Poor Northerners
Army recruiters indeed focus their efforts on C2DE youths in northern cities:
https://www.commonspace.scot/articles/11324/reports-find-brit...
Tuesday 11th July 2017 10:32 am
Also by Stockport WoL:
July 2017 Collage Poem: Old Photographs |You
before you everything was one way or another,
everything was either black or white.
suddenly I'm seeing colours for the first time;
I can see variations and something other than tones.
before you it was all a blur;
now I'm able to focus,
see clearer..
suddenly I'm not blind anymore;
I can see everything in its entirety.
Monday 10th July 2017 7:32 pm
Also by Lou:
#1 | Engulf me |My Perfect Man
I wish for a life partner( who is in fantasy)
Who would make me happy and wholesome
Have good sense of humour and should be truesome
I wish for a life partner who is broad minded and have treasure of innovative thoughts
Who is generous and without any blots
Who has broad shoulders, when he hug me I feel secure
Wish for a man whose heart is very pure
The one who adm...
Monday 10th July 2017 1:07 pm
Also by Bindu Trigunayak:
To become Mother - The Most divine Feeling | To be a Mother - the priceless feeling |A Feather To Drift
If you see a white feather floating by.
Coming from nowhere out of the sky.
Down from Heaven a feather to drift.
An Angel is nearby, a loved ones gift.
Into the face of a child a feather blew.
Down from above, from an Angel new.
A sign to show he will always be there.
A sign from Bradley he's in Gods care.
As tributes adorn the Stadium of Light.
Bradley sent comfort in a feather white...
Saturday 8th July 2017 6:37 pm
Two sides
Delicate movements with a hidden message behind,
each touch tells a different story.
A nightmare that can also be turned in to a unimaginable dream.
As I am caressing a face that I had place my tender lips,
getting in touch with spiky facial hair, becoming delighted
sensing you're pain.
Wanting to be inside that troubled mind,
I would make you be inside of me,
and making y...
Saturday 8th July 2017 8:28 am
Also by MC:
Light |What Color Do You Feel Like Today?
Today,
I feel like the color Blue.
It seems like every day,
I feel like the color Blue.
You may ask,
how do you know
what Blue feels like?
It's when you're sitting alone
in the Blue room
of your one bedroom apartment
contemplating your whole existence.
Blue is when
you don’t feel good about yourself,
when you don’t
feel l...
Friday 7th July 2017 9:35 pm
Light & Shade
‘Light is life, and life is joy’
sang merrily the choir boy
whose ruffle hung around his neck,
which yesterday was on the deck
pinned down by bullies in the yard.
His life at school was very hard.
At home the picture’s not too bright,
for mum and dad do nowt but fight
and sister’s having Conrad’s kid
whose Grandpa will be Uncle Sid.
So life is dark for choir boy James
who plays ...
Friday 7th July 2017 5:22 pm
Also by Paul Booth:
The Dolly Peg | Disappointment |Masks
The hills have masks
or at least that’s what I think dad said.
Walking the length of Warehouse Hill
you can see them over
the horizon: metal towers
with buttons of red lights
that we can see from everywhere.
We’ve got bags of
Chinese takeaway, and a free
bottle of pop because dad
told the lady it was my birthday.
I know I’ll remember this day
as long as I live,
...Wednesday 5th July 2017 7:19 pm
Also by David Coldwell:
Another Year | April Birthday |The Football
Who would have guessed that a small tree
could be so vicious. All day you had kicked
the new football back and forth against
the gable of the red brick terrace and
not even the promise of ice cream could
coax you away, until the Blackthorn spoilt the game.
That’s when you ran back, holding the thing
with your thumb pressed white against its skin.
You begged me for some...
Wednesday 5th July 2017 6:59 pm
Also by Poetry for schools:
Severe Miss Gladstone | Could you write a children's poem? |Untitled
" how lucky I am to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard"
Winnie the pooh
To you this is just a line said by a character on a kids TV show but to me this is a quote with a meaning so deep that if u don't have a mind that can understand it you will never understand it yourself.
I don't think anyone ever understood how depression can affect the way you look at things, if you were to ...
Wednesday 5th July 2017 5:44 pm
Hedgehog
I'm a hedgehog and I'm full of spikes
I live in the undergrowth
and hate motorbikes.
I'm a hedgehog and full of fleas
but when I see a three-wheeler
I say 'God, help please!'
Wednesday 5th July 2017 3:46 pm
two things
two things
rain soaks, creeping cold,
hates the blue of sky.
wishes only for sun.
one night arms held me,
i had all i wanted, quietly.
woke softly for days.
Wednesday 5th July 2017 9:20 am
That feeling
It had to arrive,
it had to return,
and sooner or later,
it did.
After all this time,
it feels utterly confusing,
like an unsolved crime,
not very amusing.
I still remember the touch,
the impetuous feeling,
it hurt too much,
it's time for healing.
It had to come back,
it made my heart burn,
it covered up black,
it announced my return.
Wednesday 5th July 2017 8:03 am
Divorce
They battle.
Kids in the middle.
Swords drawn,
Jousting parents.
Children crying,
Caught in the middle,
Lovers tiff,
Family rift,
Place of pain,
Divorce.
Gone.
Still fighting,
Still battling,
No agreement,
No rest bite,
Kids a weapon.
Mass destruction.
Can't save them.
Parents scar them.
Divorce ruins them,
Trust betrayed.
Love lo...
Tuesday 4th July 2017 9:50 pm
Also by Louise Clarke:
Girl in the Spotty Dress | The Room |Barry Norman R.I.P
In days of old long before our broadband digital Wi-Fi age
Three channels on the tv and suddenly colour all the rage
Watching a film on the silver screen across the nation
Was a treat that needed very careful consideration?
A late night slot on the BBC was the place for those in the know
To get the update and critical acclaim Film was the show
A hombre by the name of Barry Norman...
Tuesday 4th July 2017 2:13 pm
Wishing Tree
There isn’t a coin in the pocket
of my jeans, to peel from my palm,
not a dream that can breed for us.
A scant mention in the guidebook,
twelve miles from the nearest fencepost,
The Wishing Tree, trophying currency
jewellery, French, German, Dutch
denominations and monarchs, sovereigns,
farthings, francs, rands, brass razoos,
a language I can’t quite fathom.
Ribbons of coins inlai...
Tuesday 4th July 2017 2:06 pm
When life is but a dream
There exists a time
between sleeping and wake
when only the night owls stir
the street lights flicker to candle light
& nothing but absent thoughts whir.
Reality becomes but a stencil
as the dreamers direct their scape
the black bats cry a warning sound
2 minutes ‘til the curtain calls fate.
As all the possibles become truths -
between broken sparks that are woven together
lost begi...
Tuesday 4th July 2017 11:31 am
Also by Emily Suzanne:
Heroine: A tale of peace by piece | Rain | Spirited Away | Jumble | The truth was written on my face |GATEWAY
Standing still in a vibrating room , echos and voices , memories and foot prints to be made. Our mind diognosing , filtering , and upgrading its programs . Studying characters , their when , why , how... Sifting through the world in an optimistic eye. Standing still but moving at a pace of fire , understanding whats within. we all wonder but never live. Our minds fade in a gateway .A gateway th...
Monday 3rd July 2017 6:20 pm
Poetry Summer School
Good Morning All
Over the summer holidays I'm bringing a Poetry Summer School to the Town in association with Ossett Arts for 16-25 year olds.
The 6 week course will feature a mix of writing and performance workshops that will culminate in a very special performance during Ossett Arts Gallery Evening
For more information see below:
https://m.facebook.com/story.php?story_fbid=2003448533...
Monday 3rd July 2017 11:30 am
On a bitter bank
On a bitter bank I admire uncertain
ships departing plowing the seeds
of the waves, and already singing
sailors hymns to the poor heavenly.
Outside of my invisible boundaries
I start slow walking between yet
and mists; contours fade and
unfamilar faces oppress the mind.
Subjugating the fate they challenge
in the depths marine creatures,
and I become sad companion
of gamble...
Sunday 2nd July 2017 9:40 am
The Dawn and The moonlight
The full-moon about to depart
the sky waits for the moon to light
the earth desire's to seek pleasure
rather deprived of the divine sight.
The clouds overlay the corners
getting better of both
beings awake for a miracle
covering soul with single piece of cloth.
Miracle has to happen
with dawn inching closer to arrive
else would be worthless
if the sun ta...
Sunday 2nd July 2017 7:33 am
Also by shashank:
The Dawn and The moonlight |WHO AM I.
Better days before my eyes,
Balance, these tough times intertwined
with lessons got to subside
Greatness disguised as a working progress
Heavy hitters the product of several years enduring the process
accept the crown under protest
Im not ready to sit down and rule, the wises man looks in the mirror and sees the reflection of a fool, i can relate.
I desire more, genuine intellect to my core
...
Saturday 1st July 2017 9:49 pm
Cadaver
I was tattered and drunk staring in the mirror;
A blank expression with a tear-stained face;
Unshaven, unkempt, the weight slowly melting away,
The bones slowly revealing their form, ready for the grave, with slapped on talcum to keep the lesions covered, wherever they may stain.
The aches, the pains, the inability to stand, fill my brow with a cold sweat that casts a cloak upon my bra...
Saturday 1st July 2017 2:44 pm
?
When i come to the end of my voyage
And i travel my last bleary miles
Forget that i ever sulked
And remember only the smiles
Forget the pains that i have imparted
And remember some good that i have done
Forget that i ever witnessed suffering
And remember,being with you was pure fun
Forget that i ever fell
And sometimes stumbled by the way
But remember i have risen up
And...
Saturday 1st July 2017 6:42 am
CONFESSIONS
CONFESSIONS
I am inclined to despair, sobbing in the lap of my maker
A repentant posture bloodied knees rubbed raw
Pleading, as if you might clasp my tiny hands with rusted razors in palm.
I am inclined to despair, flailing before beasts of my own creation.
Catatonic in the path of 7 impending plagues
Plucking fruitless flowers from the scorched grounds of contemplation I walk up...
Saturday 1st July 2017 6:20 am
Also by Reilly M Scott:
FALLING FORWARD | FOOTPRINTS | CANVASSING |Acceptance
there's a beauty in
her angled shoulders
between the shadows meeting
beneath the curve
of her breasts
unbroken hours
forgotten in
the narrow dark
silence moves
along the small
parts of her hands
Saturday 1st July 2017 4:13 am
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