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 Oct 2016 Anna
Timothy Ward
No one seems to care
Ambulance for our neighbor
We are ill - at ease
I live in an apartment complex close to campus. An ambulance had arrived but beyond the curious gawkers no one gave a **** about the person or his next of kin. Have we really become such disconnected shells obsessed with "selfie" image? Social Media is NOT community!
 Oct 2016 Anna
HED TRAMA
Dark skies black out the spectrum,
Infinite and broad in all directions,
My aura glows in its reflection,
Under the light of the moon,

My soul fleshless,
Free from the skin that clenched it,
Illuminated projection,
Amongst the brightness, died and consumed,

Burning vibrant like a fire for two,
My presence,
Rattles my soul's opposition,
Birthing death inside of the womb-



HED TRAMA™
Let us not as holy men have said
Let  our dreams of another place
Be too small.  Let the future now
Be all.  How many bridges have I
Crossed?  How much water has
Passed under?  I speak of losses
Of the death of dear ones, friends
Lovers, Mother , Father, wife and
Children ; the joys of youth, of
Places that we have lived and left.
They were never all at once but are
All buried in  their separate crypts
Buried with our tears and our youth
So the years go by and still it is another
Now more diminished by the distance
By time traveled that has yet to bring
Us home  Can we not; must we
Not in great hope imagine Now
Again and take the quantum leap
Into that experience totally new
Imagine  the eternal commingling of
All our time in an unending eternity
An All alive and still unexpiring now
In that Kingdom where God has
Stored all our treasures and promised
They would there for us when we
Come home.  This future why not
Now.  Should our hearts not yearn
For this time to come not after death
But in this life - death now overcome
Are we not all time travelers and do
We not see we are at our door.  I see
My beloved and she comes out to
Greet me.  Oh blessed day and  hour.
 Oct 2016 Anna
Donall Dempsey
LOSING MY MIND

MEMORY.

M'M'R' .

First: Mr. A. steals all the vowels.

Leaves me with nothing, but:

that last full stop

.

that turns then into an endless
ellipsis

.  .       .
 Oct 2016 Anna
Nonah
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 Oct 2016 Anna
Nonah
It's late and I work on my self
I write out the colors of my heart
and I paint the words I forgot to say (when we were together)  
I stay up late, working on my art

that is to say, if I had one

I ride hip hop beats late into the color
I learn to speak a language I made up
I speak in tongues, when actually I said nothing
By a lamp, and it rains, but it never rains enough

Awash in the color of a sound and
I feel that loneliness that you feel
I speak the same empty grays you do
And I wonder if I will ever heal

I wonder if there is a place where I
can belong, where I can do no wrong  
simply, until then I will never know, yeah
I just plan to keep going, while staying put
Jinsang - Dusk
 Oct 2016 Anna
Christopher Black
She takes it
Deep Inside
Raging and throbbing
Biting her lips
Arching her back
You think it's ***
It's really depression
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