Raw Emotional Honest Poetry Collection

Dec 2017

Dakota J Dawson

Dreams are black and sullen
Like the black stallion
Pure beauty

Though it lacks simplification
Relying on my obsession
Killing the temptation

Is Our love true?
My love is false
No one cares

Any shining stars of a beautiful moment
Fade into oblivion and darken
Leaving me high and wet

Where is your hand
Mouth
Taste

*** is all that you are to me in this sphere of time
To not talk nor greet at the given moment
Equals talking to an unknowable god

To you, I amount to nothing
Stallion you are to me
Beauty identified

There is not a time frame for us
No goodbye or a hello
Just another sigh

#obsession #crazy #love #false #delusion #*** #dream #pain #sad #view

Dec 2017

S Olson

papa legba

this is not my life. we are fighting, as though
we are happy, but.my dad is
dying. i love him. as though i am a child.
as though i were a sapling at his root.
as though i were a construct of his being
as i am
i am
happy. as though i am a child. i am giving
as i will not take what i cannot give him
in his grave. he is wilting, as i realize i am
alive, and i will give him every inch of every
root that i am, constructed on the skeleton
he has given me. with life. within himself
as he is
he is
happy. as though he were a child forever.
as though he were a mighty spread tree.
as though we could love each other
beyond the end.

Dec 2017

Brandon Cotter

Hindsight

Reverberating madness
Like an echo on repeat
The blames hurled around us
Yet it stops at your feet

Time to claim your faults
Let's reopen the scars
In search of your hidden vaults
There's one for every star

Every picture
Every song
The cruel thing about it
Is it took us this long

To find out we'd lose
Like a game of darts
And someday we'll choose
What happens to our hearts

Do they belong in the sky?
Or burn to the touch?
Either way I know I'll cry
Because I miss you so much

I miss the sounds
I Miss the sights
Like searching hounds
Miss searching nights

As I sit here all alone
With the confidence I lack
My heart turns to stone
wishing I had you back

Dec 2017

Gabriel

inanis

i am starved of you,
oxygen-deprived, empty cell spaces -
i am deficient of you
i grow sickly, and pale
too weak to defend.
the absence of you
fills in the space of my gut,
so hollow am i
i am antimatter
i am a blackhole
i consume all that is not you
and it is never, never enough.

Dec 2017

Francie Lynch

Last Christmas

The children are grown,
They have their own
Christmas.
It's the natural order
To leave the hearth,
And start.
No more journeys home,
They're there.
You see, I'm not alone,
I recall all we had
When we were home.
The exuberant joy and anticipation
On your faces on Christmas morn.
I had it all.
I have it all,
The past, our presence,
From first, to our last.

Time, my enemy.

#christmas #christmaspoem