Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
 
The hum hum of the music
One sleepy face
The shisha lights
You in front of me
Taken
But oh good ***
You took a look at me
I could not stop my smile
Pretended smoking cough

The hum hum of the music
One sleepy face
The neon lights
You in front of me
I smile
Oh smokey ***.
A sunrise that no one watches.
Unseen. Unappreciated. Neglected — it dispatches,
From the horizon, looking up at the sky,
Only to see the moon approaching by.
This poem reflects the quiet moments of beauty and hope that often go unnoticed — like a sunrise that no one watches.
For a moment I took pleasure
On the fact that you existed
You were there
Silent
Withdrawn
But wise
Oh so wise

I felt I could talk to you
As if I talked to the moon
And God you could understand.
  3d Amethyste
ymmiJ
the sea, the sea
bring me to the sea
in front of her crashing waves
where I can dream of being free
It is nice to spend time alone
but it is also nice
to spend time
with a warm hand
a warm voice
on your side.
But even when I’m alone
And feeling fine with it
I welcome many minutes
Thinking of your touch
And gentle loving words
And I don’t feel alone.
Collaboration Amethyste & Jim Musics
I am tired with the word what do you do for a living
A question whose answer will take you away from me
Because I am not productive enough
Yes I have not collected much stones recently
Like penguins do on an island
But they collect one or two just for fun
All you do is work, work
And yes you are the master of stones

Tomorrow you will be there
Another boring face
With the same attitude
Judging me why I have not collected
Much stones recently

I do the most boring job
On earth
And I am not changing my ways.

While I stretch
You frown
As i take a walk
You run
For what?
Where is it we are going?
There is nothing except for death
Waiting for us.

What will you say on your last day
What will you do with all those stones you gathered
Even dogs do not eat them
Don't you see the futility of existence
We are here to enjoy 2 hours
And then go back to where we came from.
Time for me to grab my clothes and go
To my spot hell with no one
You judge me over and over
As if my lifestyle is bothering you
Yes I sleep with guys
What is your problem

Call me a ****
Or whatever
I live my own life
With the rays of light
I am blessed with all this scenery
And I will go on.
Next page