Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
 
Why cry
This is what
The world
Has become .

Accept
We are worse
Than animals
Who **** for hunger
Or for love .

The killer
Showed his
Baseless ego
Never thinking
How he would feel
If baited and killed .

A majestic creature
More powerful
Than man
Without a weapon
Laid to rest
Brutally .

Assasins ****
For money ,
Religion or politics .
Why **** Cecil
Free of all this .

Mankind
Bow your heads
In shame .
We have reached
The ultimate
Depths
Of degeneration .


                                              Collection of Ms Kusum Rajapakse , Colombo
Seeing you standing there
A sight for blind eyes
Took me by surprise
Lies being spread
By the sadness on your face
A disguise, you're a disgrace
What you did to me
Will never be forgotten
Rotten to your core
I'm just surprised
I didn't notice it before
Don't look at me
Don't speak to me
You're dead to me
I'm glad it's over
I'm thrilled we're done
But don't you worry
I'll be sure to tell everyone
No one will ever forget
You'll be the one
With all the regrets
In my mind
Your face will be erased
And hopefully by next week
I'll forget your name
The past is behind me
Your memory is just history
Never to be repeated
I've learned my lesson
And now - **YOU ARE NOTHING
 Aug 2015 Historian E Lexano
JSL
I first asked why there is so much pain in being in love? but after a while my soul started to crave them. And then I romanticised my pain; to the point where I deemed it a necessary ingredient to any great love. There is an art in bleeding, wound to wound, death to death, and from you to him.
To, Christian. J.S.L
She always seemed so synchronized,
To the thoughts that crossed his brain.

Picking up her feet to dance,
To distract him from the pain.

She kissed his worried temples,
Wiped his tears away like rain.

All the while still syncing with the
Thoughts inside his brain.

He wondered why she danced there,
And focused on his thought's.

"Maiden don't you think that there
is something you've forgot?

You spend worry on my brain waves,
you dance around and sing.
But don't you forget fair maiden,
that your thoughts can also ring."

She stood a while and faced him,
and focused on her thoughts.

"No my dear it's clear that you
are something I am not.

Your thoughts they never linger,
they come and then they go

And unlike me the bad ones
never stay and never grow

So yes, I'll dance about you,
and I'll kiss your temples pink.

And dance about you daily,
just to hear the thought's you think."

(i.r.)
A king
Is no king;
Without
His queen!!!!!



©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
color me in all in
the lines outside
color' my veins
sorrowful and blue
tongue fingers palms

color me in all in
black to the edge
every crime every sin
deep to the marrow
admonition colored
all in

color me
color my world
my coast my shoreline
the country i am in
once again
All Rights Reserved
James R. Morse, NYC  2015.
When I awoke today
while walking down the street
and looking at my feet
it came across my mind
as the sun beat down
I was looking at yesturday's shadows
when your shadow walk next to mine
and seamed to make me feel whole
and now that shadow was just mine
and feeling the hole within my soul
I longed for yesterday's.
Positive and negative both at the same time     P@ul.
there is no song which time could sing
no chords of reason memories string
and though our moments bittersweet
could gnargled **** amusingly..

to kiss the knives in dark of nights
that cut us up in wrongs and rights
carve us into plainer shapes
homely, drier, commonplace..
remember each and every stance
by whims and fancies or by chance,
what drives us part is neither stars
or vague and placid fate of ours
in solace ; peace amid the pain
and spirits worming in embrace
what does soar high in tops of trees
in flash of silent tranquil breeze

through greens of promised merriment
while branching arms in wonders spread
lets close our eyes and find the rhyme
but not in stars, in heart this time.
an old poem
On November 15, 2014
I listened to music without words
because I could hear you in every lyric
so I leaned on the window and tried not to let it fog up
so I could watch the cars go past.
I listened to music without words
and thought about something other than you.
anything other than you.
Snow and Lights, Explosions in The Sky
http://bit.ly/1N0rrAK
Differentiation between the poet
And the journalist;

The journalist writeth a script that's scripted,
A poet wilt writeth untamed, none script, just raw soul!!!!!




©Brandon nagley
©Lonesome poet's poetry
Next page