Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
 
Pauline Morris Jan 2016
Floating out in infinite space
Far above the sadistic human race
Drifting in the cosmic flow
No knowing which way I'll go
But I'll be free
As the galaxies

Way past Neptune
Out in space I'll be immune
From sadness and corruption
Way out there, there will be no interruption
From my happy thoughts
From all I forgot

I'll keep on sailing through all the galaxies
I'll do as I please
I'll dive into the stars
Resurface by Mars
Backstroke through the cosmos
I will swim to the utmost

Will I come back
To feeling like I lack
I doubt it
Not without a fit
A fight
Till this world fits right
Till then
You find me on a heavenly wind
I might never come back again
Unless it's on a whim
Pauline Morris Jun 2017
She waves her hands back and forth across her face
Were eyes pour tears that free fall to her feet
She pleads to whoever, whatever that's out there listing
"please, please no more sadness, it's crushing me from within"
A pitiful moan escapes from the bottom of her being
She collapses as if the bones have escaped her body
Lying there scarcely breathing
She braces for the anguish to wash over.... once again

©Pauline Russell
Pauline Morris Jun 2016
Once again my stars have rearranged
Once again my course must change
I still find it quit strange
That my life is so deranged

Problems and heartache one after another
All throughout my life happiness they smoother
Problems and heartache are only getting rougher
It all leaves me seeking, running for cover

I know longer wish or hope for happiness or love, just a break
For a little rest everything else I would forsake
Pinch me, poke me please any thing to make me awake
Deliver me from the nightmare life,for goodness sake

Never mind, my stars are falling
The universe has heeded my calling
Giving me my longing
Into the void I'm crawling .
Pauline Morris Jan 2016
One cut, two cut, three cut, four
Watch my blood spill on the floor
Five cut, six cut, seven cut, eight
Isn't this life just ******* great
Nine cut, ten
Here we go again

One cut, two cut, three cut, four
Sinking every day a little more
Five cut, six cut, seven cut, eight
Future is up to chance and fate
Nine cut, ten
This ****** up game I'll never win
Pauline Morris Jul 2016
I kicked you out knowing you had no place to go
Your back against the rabbit hole
You took and stole, after all I done for you
That was it I was through
You had left me no choice
So I raised my voice
I want you out I screamed and shout
But once at work I had no doubt
For I knew what you would do
It would be the same thing I would carry through
So I rushed back
I was there in a flash
I made it there before you made that fatal slash
For I love you very much
But a change was a must
So I stopped the bleed
Than I set you down so you could see
Just exactly how your actions had been hurting me

You and me are so alike in your heads are broken parts
Not to mention the holes in our hearts
But despite it all we are friends
I couldn't let this be the end
While you wept
You made me promises that must be kept
For I'm done with being used
Whether you meant to
Or whether you just wasn't thinking
It's all the same ranking
This is you last chance
Everyone else is done with your dance
All you bridges you have burnt
No one else can endure your hurt
So watch your step,  if you start to stumble
If your about to crumble
Talk to me, or I'll make you go
I'll watch you fall down that rabbit hole
Pauline Morris Jul 2016
One small shovel at a time
I'm gonna bury this life of mine
So the sorrow can be confind
I can not be committed for a crime
For I will bury it deep,  it'll be hard to find

When it's gone
Will I be able to carry on
I dug the grave in the early twilight  just before dawn
Upon my lips played a song
About how life had treated me wrong
But I'm gonna fix that and it won't take long

With shovel in hand I slung that dirt
Till every muscle screamed and hurt
Just when this wretched life I was about to insert
My eyes did divert
You tried to make me feel that old feeling of disconcert
I decided my grave should claim a pervert

You arrived at just the wrong /right time
Now instead of being your's  your mine
So I brought my shovel down
Right there on your crown
There was a crack, one small grunt after that no more sound
My face wore a smile instead of a frown
As I buried you deep underground

I filled it all in
You couldn't even tell where you'd been
Now you can not create any more monsters or any more sin
I consider that a win
I couldn't help but grin

Now I'll always know where you are
No more stalking me from a far
Never again will you **** me in your car
For I took to your head that cold steel bar
Pauline Morris Mar 2017
One little stick at a time, you feed the fire
One little stick at a time, it grows higher
One little stick at a time, against yourself you conspire

Carrying a bundle of sticks you cry, "everyone else is to blame"
The relentless winds of time did fan the flame
Now in control the fire takes the reins

With scorching fury it devours all that's within
Till only molten ambers remain  under the skin
Can you remember how this story even begins

One little stick at a time, against yourself you conspire
One little stick at a time, it grows higher
One little stick at a time, you fed that fire

©Pauline Russell
Pauline Morris May 2016
One, two, three
What the **** is wrong with me

Four, five, six
I think my mind is kinda sick

Seven, eight, nine
Pretending that it will be just fine

Ten, eleven, twelve
Into my past, please dare not delve

Thirteen, fourteen, fifteen
My life's obscene

Sixteen, seventeen, eighteen
A ******* crime scene

Nineteen, twenty,
On the ground my blood is plenty
Pauline Morris Feb 2016
One, two, three
What the **** is wrong with me

Four, five, six
I think my mind is kinda sick

Seven, eight, nine
Pretending that it will be just fine

Ten, eleven, twelve
Into my past, please dare not delve

Thirteen, fourteen, fifteen
My life's obscene

Sixteen, seventeen, eighteen
A ******* crime scene

Nineteen, twenty,
On the ground my blood is plenty
Pauline Morris Jun 2016
I am but an onion
Peel away all my layers
All that's left is my tears
Pauline Morris Apr 2018
I am no one
I'm but a pun
I am nothing
I'm but string
I am naught
I'm but rot
I am an outsider
I'm but a cypher
I am an introvert
I'm but dirt

Just a splatter
On this life's platter

©Pauline Russell
Pauline Morris Mar 2016
Falling too fast, it's what I feared
I'm going to burn up in the atmosphere
I climbed to high, I wanted to touch a star
I know now, the thought was quite bizarre
In the never ending darkness
It's what I wanted to harness
It was the only light
In my world of perfect night
It was the only blight
Pauline Morris Mar 2016
When everything goes wrong
And life is singing her sad, sweet song

I run to you, and you're loving, strong arms
Where I know nothing harms

You say "it's ok, it's all right
Come here baby, let me hold you tight"

"Let me chase the darkness away
For my love for you grows stronger everyday"

"For with me by your side
We can weather the rising tide"

So when depression rears it's vicious black head
And I'm facing that old daunting dread

I will reach for your capable hand
And togeather we can make that stand

My days of falling crumbled on the floor
Screaming out in agony, will be no more

For I washed upon your beautiful shore
My life is no longer a nightmare, no longer a chore

I guess I finally paid all my dues
For the universe finally gave me, you

I had prayed for true love many a years
Begaining to believe no one in the heaven  truly hears

When I had finally given up and given in
The deepest darkness was replacing the light from within

You road in on your poetic white horse
Forever changing my life's pitiful course

Now I have true love, that is soul connected
The kind I'd only read about, the thought I'd rejected

Babe no matter what happens in the future
My love for you will always remain, as we travel through lives' wonderful adventure
This love affair was over just as I gave my heart to him.
Pauline Morris May 2016
With all this stress I'm starting to crack
You'll find me here like a turtle on my back
I can't get up, even though I try
But like that turtle I'll just stay here and die My Back

With all this stress I'm starting to crack
You'll find me here like a turtle on my back
I can't get up, even though I try
But like that turtle I'll just stay here and die
Pauline Morris May 2016
**** them all
Only when in need do they call
Tired of being used
I need things too

I need love
Not to be shoved
From one thing to the next
Ecpect me to jump when they text

Why can't they think of me
Get ahold of me just to see
How was you day
Did things go your way

But no one does that
Instead I feel like a door mat
So yes I'm mad
But mainly I'm sad

But they will never see my tears
Because they are never here
I sit here all alone
So write this on my headstone......

**** THEM ALL
Pauline Morris Apr 2018
If only my loved ones knew how hard I've fought
If only they knew all the directions I've sought

Agony finally overcame me, now out on the rim
I hope they know my last thoughts are of them

©Pauline Russell
Pauline Morris Jan 2016
On the verge of innocence
But you was so meticulous
In your vicious wickedness
I had no idea of your fecklesness
Then you left me there to die
I could see the evil in your eyes
You tried so hard your evil to impart
But I'm not as weak as you had thought
In your wickedness I will take no part

Instead I'll forgive you and steal that power
That you thought over me would tower

For no one can take my empathy
For I have tasted the agony
Of many lifes and many years
I've cried a million tears

And I can see the pain in others
Even when they try to cover
With happy smiles that don't reach the eyes
I see the tears that they lock inside
And always I'll stand by their side
That in our agony we can connect
I'll never be one that will reject

For I've traveled the road their going down
Many times in fact, I know the bumps and the sounds
Even been chased by the devils hounds
But every time I do rebound
But with the passing years it's getting harder
And soon one day I know, I'll be counted as just another martyr
Pauline Morris Apr 2016
On the verge of innocence
But you was so meticulous
In your vicious wickedness
I had no idea of your fecklesness
Then you left me there to die
I could see the evil in your eyes
You tried so hard your evil to impart
But I'm not as weak as you had thought
In your wickedness I will take no part

Instead I'll forgive you and steal that power
That you thought over me would tower

For no one can take my empathy
For I have tasted the agony
Of many lifes and many years
I've cried a million tears

And I can see the pain in others
Even when they try to cover
With happy smiles that don't reach the eyes
I see the tears that they lock inside
And always I'll stand by their side
That in our agony we can connect
I'll never be one that will reject

For I've traveled the road their going down
Many times in fact, I know the bumps and the sounds
Even been chased by the devils hounds
But every time I do rebound
But with the passing years it's getting harder
And soon one day I know, I'll be counted as just another martyr
Pauline Morris May 2016
Vibrant orange clouds against a baby blue western sky
Signals that the night is drawing nigh
The steely cold fingers of the darkness will soon be around my neck
That leaves me with the unnerving feeling of being a miniscule speck
Like the pinprick of light in the heavenly sky we call stars
It leaves me in pieces like I've been hit by runaway boxcars

Night time is when the world falls eerily silent, and my mind sets to roaming
Down the hallways of my memories I start floating
Soon like fireworks they begin exploding
My mental state quickly is eroding
My nights are always a coal black foreboding
Pauline Morris Jun 2016
Besides the screams and panic
Besides people becoming maniac
Was the most haunting of sound ever heard
It was more haunting than any word
It was the continuous ringing cellphones of the dead
You could hear in the ring the realization and dread
Pauline Morris Feb 2016
I am an outlaw like Jesse James
I'm not much for playing games
Loyalty is all I demanded
Lies I simply can not stand
Tell to me only truths
Or I'll knock out your ******* tooth

The place we're in is a high stakes  game
But in the end you'll be glad you came
We'll float a boat, we'll get real high
While we're cooking, you just might cry

If you have thoughts of rolling over
You'll end up under the sweet, red clover
We're not much on floppy tongue snitches
You'll find they end up in deep dug  ditches

But in our canoe you can ride all night
Smoke rolls up it's such a sight
On our boat you can ride for days
Sleep rans fast and far away
So come and play in our devilish way
We'll talk for hours, till there's nothing left to say
Pauline Morris Aug 2016
We are all imprisoned here in this space of time
We are all hunting for a love that is divine
We are all longing for a love to let us be
We are all searching for that love to set us free

We want to find the one where our mask can fall away
We want to find the one that will love us everyday
We want to find the one that accepts us as we are
We want to find the one that loves our every flaw

Some of us find it early in life and grow old with our love
Some of us are still searching for signs from up above
Some of us found the wrong love but are willing to try again
Some of us have given up and are just waiting for this sorrowful life to end


Sometimes it takes years and lessons to be learned
Sometimes it takes years to get all that we so yearn
Sometimes it takes only a day, for another's heart to come in to play
Sometimes it takes only a day for another's heart to finally hear what we've had to say
Pauline Morris Mar 2016
We are all imprisoned here in this space of time
We are all hunting for a love that is divine
We are all longing for a love to let us be
We are all searching for that love to set us free

We want to find the one where our mask can fall away
We want to find the one that will love us everyday
We want to find the one that accepts us as we are
We want to find the one that loves our every flaw

Some of us find it early in life and grow old with our love
Some of us are still searching for signs from up above
Some of us found the wrong love but are willing to try again
Some of us have given up and are just waiting for this sorrowful life to end


Sometimes it takes years and lessons to be learned
Sometimes it takes years to get all that we so yearn
Sometimes it takes only a day, for another's heart to come in to play
Sometimes it takes only a day for another's heart to finally hear what we've had to say
Pauline Morris Jun 2017
Keeping feelings behind my forts
Thoughts continually contorts
Vision before my eyes distorts
Universe continuously escorts
All the sorrow it transports
All my efforts it thwarts
So I'm feeling out of sorts

©Pauline Russell
Pauline Morris Apr 2016
Good judgment comes from experience, experience from bad decisions
This whole ******* life is a contradiction
It's an oxymoron at every turn
Every decision only gets you burned
If in old age you manage to arrive
That's when life's lessons are realized

The young are bound in the futility of it all
Never seeing the cliff before they fall
Not wise enough to know
God clipped our wings before the throw
He turned everything upside down
When he placed us on this hellish ground

We all where marked
You can't see the light unless your in the dark
You don't appreciate the sun's rays
Till you've stood in the storm for days
Without pian you wouldn't relish the pleasure
Without work, there would be no leisure
What is good, if taken to much only leads to bad
Giving love away leaves you with more than you had
The act of forgiveness is not for the one that hurt you
But heals your soul before its through

So do the best you can in life
Even when it equals strife
For this world will keep you spinning
For the score card is plain, death is winning

But don't you worry, I'm sure that's an oxymoron too
When deaths door we pass through
Real living then will we ensue
In death there will be no rest
This life is but a test
For the oxymoron weaves it's way through it all
Even when death at your door calls
Pauline Morris May 2018
Oxymoron

Good judgment comes from experience, experience from bad decisions
This whole ******* life is a contradiction
It's an oxymoron at every turn
Every decision only gets you burned
If in old age you manage to arrive
That's when life's lessons are realized

The young are bound in the futility of it all
Never seeing the cliff before they fall
Not wise enough to know
God clipped our wings before the throw
He turned everything upside down
When he placed us on this hellish ground

We all were marked
You can't see the light unless your in the dark
You don't appreciate the sun's rays
Till you've stood in the storm for days
Without pain you wouldn't relish the pleasure
Without work, there would be no leisure
What is good, if taken to much only leads to bad
Giving love away leaves you with more than you had
The act of forgiveness is not for the one that hurt you
But heals your soul before its through

So do the best you can in life
Even when it equals strife
For this world will keep you spinning
For the score card is plain, death is winning

But don't you worry, I'm sure that's an oxymoron too
When deaths door we pass through
Real living, then will we ensue
In death there will be no rest
This life is but a test
For the oxymoron weaves it's way through it all
Even when death, at your door calls

©Pauline Russell
Pauline Morris Aug 2016
Good judgment comes from experience, experience from bad decisions
This whole ******* life is a contradiction
It's an oxymoron at every turn
Every decision only gets you burned
If in old age you manage to arrive
That's when life's lessons are realized

The young are bound in the futility of it all
Never seeing the cliff before they fall
Not wise enough to know
God clipped our wings before the throw
He turned everything upside down
When he placed us on this hellish ground

We all where marked
You can't see the light unless your in the dark
You don't appreciate the sun's rays
Till you've stood in the storm for days
Without pian you wouldn't relish the pleasure
Without work, there would be no leisure
What is good, if taken to much only leads to bad
Giving love away leaves you with more than you had
The act of forgiveness is not for the one that hurt you
But heals your soul before its through

So do the best you can in life
Even when it equals strife
For this world will keep you spinning
For the score card is plain, death is winning

But don't you worry, I'm sure that's an oxymoron too
When deaths door we pass through
Real living then will we ensue
In death there will be no rest
This life is but a test
For the oxymoron weaves it's way through it all
Even when death at your door calls
Pauline Morris Aug 2016
Like pac-man, I'll just keep gobbling up all those pills
Till I too,  just disappear
Pauline Morris Mar 2016
Panic attacks on top of anxiety
I'm in the fire, just fry me
The wolfs are circling my house
I'm feeling like a little grouse
Their howls are rattling my windows
The stress is starting to show
They're throwing their bodys against the door
I'm just laying here on the floor
If all they wanted was blood, that I could give them
I could give them enough blood to swim in
But they want more
Please someone lock the door
Made to deal with people I don't want to
So very much to do
And the panic ensues
I need a new pair of running shoes
So I could out run these *******
And there **** brothers
But alas that I can't do
And so anxiety grew and grew
Now I'm in panic mode
My soul is being sold
I just need someone to hold
Someone to be my shield
So I can be healed
**** this I'm going down
I'm drowning and there is no sound
No ripples on the water
No one will even know I faltered
Silence is all that will be left
I'll sink in with no regrets
Pauline Morris Mar 2016
Like a leach you latch on
You think your bite is strong

Your annoying, that much I'll admit
Like a dog with an itch, trying to scratch off a tick

It's not blood from the vain
That you want to drain

But emotions from the soul
You want to leave holes

You've lost all of your own, so other's you seek
You have grown so very sickeningly week

But I've grown up in the abyss
That part you must have missed

I'm not what you thought
I'm not what you sought

I'm much to strong
For you to cause me harm

I will stand and scoff
As I flip your *** off

You have no rights
For you are nothing but a parasite
Pauline Morris May 2016
I've suffered through life
Now there is parasites
They bore into my brain
Leaving me less than sane
They nibble and chew
Eating holes right through
Sleepless nights
Nothing's right
They stir up thoughts
Making my mind rot
Parasites of the awful kind
Reliving dark memories that they find
There is no cure, no hope
For the gun, the knife I *****
To end this wretched life
To rid myself of these parasites
Pauline Morris Feb 2016
I've suffered through life
Now there is parasites
They bore into my brain
Leaving me less than sane
They nibble and chew
Eating holes right through
Sleepless nights
Nothing's right
They stir up thoughts
Making my mind rot
Parasites of the awful kind
Reliving dark memories that they find
There is no cure, no hope
For the gun, the knife I *****
To end this wretched life
To rid myself of these parasites
Pauline Morris May 2016
I hear the scratching in my walls all night
It sounds to sinister it gives me a fright
It could be mice or maybe legions
Of some really ******* ****** demons
I hope it's just my ****** up imagination
Not again, my own damnation
Guess I'll just lay here and wait for the screaming
I've past insane, there's no redeeming
Pauline Morris Mar 2016
I hear the scratching in my walls all night
It sounds to sinister it gives me a fright
It could be mice or maybe legions
Of some really ******* ****** demons
I hope it's just my ****** up imagination
Not again, my own damnation
Guess I'll just lay here and wait for the screaming
I've past insane, there's no redeeming
Pauline Morris Sep 2020
Alone again, on the same furrowed land
Knees trembling to much to stand
I find my feet firmly planted in quicksand

I'm sinking yet AGAIN
There is no need to pretend
My situation is to much to comprehend

I'm tired of all the abuse
Forced into being a lonely recluse
I once again raise my flag of truce

This suffering is way to much to bear
So I let go, raise my hands into the air
To an uncaring entity, I offer my last prayer

I hear the last toll of the bell
As the tears in my eyes swell
Sinking into my own personal hell

I watch my life slowly dissipate
I listen to the last beat beneath my breastplate
I could no longer carry the weight

©Pauline Morris
Pauline Morris Jun 2016
Alone again, on the same furrowed land
Knees trembling to much to stand
I find my feet firmly planted in quicksand

I'm sinking yet AGAIN
There is no need to pretend
My situation is to much to comprehend

I'm tired of all the abuse
Forced into being a lonely recluse
I once again raise my flag of truce

This suffering is way to much to bear
So I let go, raise my hands into the air
To an uncaring entity, I offer my last prayer

I hear the last toll of the bell
As the tears in my eyes swell
Sinking into my own personal hell

I watch my life slowly dissipate
I listen to the last beat beneath my breastplate
I could no longer carry the weight
Pauline Morris Jun 2016
A canvas freash and white
Paint that's red and bright
Strokes placed with care
All done with the blankets stare
She drains her soul on to the canvas
For the final picture she is anxious
Sadly she will never see it
For amongst the paint she sits
Help was the only word upon her skin
Carved over old creations again and again
This newest piece of art
Is when she finally split her wrist and fell apart
Pauline Morris Feb 2016
God.....these devastating events have to end
I'm close to snapping,  no more can I bend
I need a season of rest
I can no longer be stretched
stop, Stop, STOP!!!!
This life of mine makes Hell look like a vacation spot
Pauline Morris Sep 2016
I don't want to move
I don't want to breath, I'm in that mood
Just leave me here to die a slow painful death
Crying and writhing till my finale breath
That can't come to soon
My heart and soul languish in this doom
Dear Sweet Jesus please come and take me now
Please, oh please I can't take this could you show me how
How to end this suffering I've endured all my life
God you've only given me strife
I thought you was finally gonna let love and light into my life
Only to ****** it away in the end
God you're so cruel you where never a friend
Pauline Morris Jul 2017
So ******* lonely it hurts so much
No one to talk to no one to touch
There's only sorrow in my core
I don't want to exist any more
Wishing I would of joined my friend when he died
But all I do is ******* sit here and cry
Every year I hope it gets better, but it only gets worse
I'm so very tired of living under this curse
God please take me in some way
What I have is not life, but decay
I can't take my own life, it would hurt my family to much
But please take me home God, I can no longer to this life clutch
Time does not heal wounds only more does it create
Please God I can no longer live in this state.
God please hear my plea
I no longer want to be

©Pauline Russell
Pauline Morris Mar 2016
This song I know
This song of old
It plucks at the cords of my memories
Such sweet sad melodies
Through my mind it dances and strums
To these tunes I always succumb
With a melancholy sway
I relive my yesterday
When the sun still had some rays
When I could still see the way
The moment sweeps over me
With every note of that melody
Way to quickly it's gone
With the last beat of the song
Sadly back to my reality
In all of it's depravity
Pauline Morris Dec 2016
A tic for a tac
And all of that
Once gone, it'll never come back

A penny for your thoughts
Because that's all you got
Even after all you sought

What comes around goes around
By this law we are bound
Even when silence is the only sound

You'll find all that glitters is not gold
You must take solace in what you hold
Before it spoils and turns to mold

Stuck between a rock and a hard place
This seems to be a hard case
Just stay in this space

So bite the bullet, till you bite the dust
See everything through eyes of disgust
For every thing turns to rust

So burn the midnight oil
So time your plans won't foil
Curl in on it's self and recoil

For this world is as cold as ice
Nothing in this place is nice
It will beat you up more than thrice

Brain is fried
Hands are tied
Soul has died

Just pound that last nail in the coffin
Please do not speak of us often
We'll be in the ground just rotten

©Pauline Russell
Pauline Morris Mar 2016
I don't need anyone to tell me it's so
Don't you think i already know
As a poet I ****
But I'll just keep pushing my luck
Putting pen to hand, and ink to paper
Getting the words down before they turn to vapor
I have to write it down in a hurry
Cuz the words fly by in a flurry
And some times they run right out of my mind
The madness that creates is hard to define
So forgive me just once if I fall out of line
And miss the rhythm and the rhyme
Pauline Morris May 2016
There in the belly of the city
Way down there where it's dark and gritty
Lives a very complexe man
There in his Window he stands
Watching the atrocities that parade down his street
He's seen the dealer's and the junkies meet
The homeless that set at their feet
The thugs that prey on the weak
Children abused that turn them meek
It plays out every day of the week

He's seen it all
He's watched humanity fall
It's hard for him to digest
On this life's problems his mind rest
He knows there's not much that he can do
He watches and writes it all down, he's one of the few
Sent to bear witness to the inhumanity of man
To make us think of where in this life we stand

Yes he is a poet
His watched it all and wrote it
He has a big heart
Which makes it hard to play his part
Of watcher in the tower
As those below cower
But his calling he is sure of
To watch the dying of love
To watch the darkness closing in
To watch all of man's sin
To sound the alarm
Of humanity going wrong

He stands at his Window and cries out
But no one pays attention to his shouts
So he soaks the page with ink and tears
Hoping that at last somebody hears
Pauline Morris Apr 2018
There in the belly of the city
Way down there where it's dark and gritty
Lives a very complexe man
There in his Window he stands
Watching the atrocities that parade down his street
He's seen the dealer's and the junkies meet
The homeless that set at their feet
The thugs that prey on the weak
Children abused,  made to be meek
It plays out every day of the week

He's seen it all
He's watched humanity fall
It's hard for him to digest
On this life's problems his mind rest
He knows there's not much that he can do
He watches and writes it all down, he's one of the few
Sent to bear witness to the inhumanity of man
To make us think of where in this life we stand

Yes he is a poet
He's watched it all and wrote it
He has a big heart
Which makes it hard to play his part
Of watcher in the tower
As those below cower
But his calling, well that he is sure of
To watch the dying of love
To watch the darkness closing in
To watch all of man's sin
To sound the alarm
Of humanity going wrong

He stands at his Window and cries out
But no one pays attention to his shouts
So he soaks the page with ink and tears
Hoping that at last somebody hears

©Pauline Russell
Pauline Morris Mar 2016
It's time to prophesize with our pen
Our hero's are being carted off by white coated men
There is so many that need saving
The war outside is raging
It's rattling our Windows and shake our walls
Listen up poets you can hear the call

Pick up your mighty pen
Record all that is inhuman
The doomsday clock is ticking down very fast
All the greedy men are counting up their cash
The darkness is spreading yet again
As the world is stretching towards the end

So we all must shed some light
Let us all just take a bite
Of what is and isn't right
Let our fellow man see the true sight
Of what is being lost within the fight
Let them start to ask if it's worth the plight
Pauline Morris May 2016
Poets are the watchers in the tower
Scribbling, watching, waiting, hour after hour

They watch the depravity of man
They see their sinful plans
They watch the plant breath
They mourn as it bleeds
They watch the changing of the seasons
Connect the dots, make it all rhyme with reason
They watch the winged things fly
Shot down, plummet from the sky
They watch the good and the bad play out
From the paper the poets scream out and shout

They write about beauty and about what makes one cower
For the have endless combinations of words, endless power
They can drain you of hope, or make you flower
They are the watchers in the tower
Pauline Morris May 2016
Poets are the watchers in the tower
Scribbling, watching, waiting, hour after hour

They watch the depravity of man
They see their sinful plans
They watch the planet breath
They mourn as it bleeds
They watch the changing of the seasons
Connect the dots, make it all rhyme with reason
They watch the winged things fly
Shot down, plummet from the sky
They watch the good and the bad play out
From the paper the poets scream out and shout

They write about beauty and about what makes one cower
For they have endless combinations of words, endless power
They can drain you of hope, or make you flower
They are the watchers in the tower
Pauline Morris Aug 2016
Her name is Ivy
She'd say "come on and try me"
She had an hour glass figure
Her breast couldn't get much bigger
With hair from here to there
You couldn't help but stare

She had skills in the bedroom
Made strong men weak and moan
When giving blow jobs
She always got her tongue involved
She was the best in the land
Even with just her hand

But once in her embrace
You'd lose track of time and space
A little piece of heaven wrapped up in hell
She would put you under her spell

They'd always begged for more
She just knocked them to the floor
For she truly hated men
But could make them *** and *** again

That was her poison
She toyed with their emotion
She poisoned their brain
For want of her would drive them insane
They had tasted the sweet nectar
Then could no longer get her

She drove many to take their own life
For they couldn't make her a wife
She grew wild and free
You can look but not see
She was the greatest find
But she was a poisoned vine

If you ever touched her you'd agree
The beautiful Poison Ivy
Pauline Morris Apr 2016
Her name is ivy
She'd say "come on and try me"
She had an hour glass figure
Her breast couldn't get much bigger
With hair from here to there
You couldn't help but stare

She had skills in the bedroom
Made strong men weak and moan
When giving blow jobs
She always got her tongue involved
She was the best in the land
Even with just her hand

But once in her embrace
You'd lose track of time and space
A little piece of heaven wrapped up in hell
She would put you under her spell

They'd always begged for more
She just knocked them to the floor
For she truly hated men
But could make them *** and *** again

That was her poison
She toyed with their emotion
She poisoned their brain
For want of her would drive them insane
They had tasted the sweet nectar
Then could no longer get her

She drove many to take their own life
For they couldn't make her a wife
She grew wild and free
You can look but not see
She was the greatest find
But she was a poisoned vine

If you ever touched her you'd agree
The beautiful Poison Ivy
Next page