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 Aug 2016
Jay Dee
She carried him through the valley.
She headed towards the park.
It was his favorite after all.
If he was allowed he'd stay way after dark.
She told him she loved him.
She told him again.
And again.
For it is he who truly has her entire heart.
She admires every piece him.
Like a very fine work of art.
She pushed him on the swing very high.
It was his favorite to touch the sky.
This went on forever. Grab a kleenex because you might cry.
For she was his mother.
And he her son.
His heart no longer beats she did deny.
His skin was pale blue.
His body so cold and stiff to touch.
But she had refused to give up.
It is not I who judges you.
Sad..sad oh so weary mother.
For I am certain you both loved one another.
She weeps with the coldest sorrow.
I've ever known.
As she pushes her dead son.
She pushed him as high as she could.
So maybe he'd finally touch heaven.
It is there where she can't wait to.
See him again.


-Jennifer DeAngelo
Copyrighted 2016
My interpretation of a very sad story
 Aug 2016
Pauline Morris
No kind of drug can help me escape this brutality
That is now my horrifying reality
There is no place I can hide or run
When life becomes the nightmare I want to wake from
My whole world has crumbled
Now desperately lost within the rubble

So thankful we always took the time to say "I love you"
Because before that branded day was through
The winds of change..... They blew

I found you, but you where already gone
Now I must learn how to say so long
You sprouted your wings and flew away
You left me here all alone to stay

I'm still in this earthly hell
This sorrowful anguish I can not quell
For how will I NOW ever vanquish the sorrow
For you are no longer in my tomorrows
How will I ever disburse the pain
That swells up my brain
For you took with you my love, my heart
Without those how do I even start

These tears that gush down my face are not for you dear friend
Nor are the wails of anguish that to the skys I send
For I know you are in a better place
I know your in a better space
Be it with your loved ones,  or in the veils darkness kept
It is for me these tears are wept

You took not only my reason to sing, ***, you where my song
Without you, how am I gonna stay strong
When everyday is at lest a week long
When I need you, there will be no loving arms
My life is now my nightmare, it's so ******* WRONG
He is
My Azure Dreambird,
(The Sovereign of Songbirds)
That soars upon
Skies of Resonance.
His sapphire wings
Weightless by valor,
Hallowed every doubt
That
Cursed my shadow
Until credence reigned.

He is
The Musicality of my Soul,
That I climbed as
A stairway
Into
Gates of Aether
Upon
Porcelain keys
Of an impearled
Grand Piano.

His sound emittance
Ascended in frequency until
Pitch became subliminal
For height
ceased to be
Height,
And depth,
Ceased to be
Depth,
It was
Ineffable harmony
And resolution became effortless
With
The touch of his hand.

He is
The Wings of the Dawn,
A Sweeping Rapture
That raised
Me
Beyond the stratosphere
Until graced by
Untarnished embrace
Of the Baptistery of the Sun.

I burst
From Light’s Intemerate Womb,
Renewed and
Gazed upon Terraqueous Gaia
Then for once,
(Yes, for all eternity)
Succumbed to
Faith in the Transcendence
Of his tender affections.

Woe was existence
Before His lightwaves radiated
Within my heart,
For when I purged my pulse
Of that quaking rhythm
And
Hollow cries
Upon his ears,
He stood moved
And remained
Doughty in his devotion
To me.

In that moment
I fathomed his soul
Glistened
O, for he had not forsook me.

I bear a pilgrimage.
One sought to be
Heard,
Seen,
Felt,
Breathed,
And
Divined
By my
Once
Somnolent spirit
Been
Roused
By the incendiary thew of
His ardor.

My revenant soul
Hath emerged from
The Chrysalis of Time as
The Apotheosis of Astral Flame
(A Reverberation of the Cosmo-Plexus of Love)
That since
The Days of Time Immemorial
Guided by the
Whisper of the stars,
I now cleave
To that celestial susurrus:

To the solace buried beneath
The Soil of Afflicition
(For anguish was all I knew)
In repose
Yet yearning to be
Resurrected
In The Dream of Acquisition,
To for eternity behold
The timeless fervor
That doth layeth
In His heart
Hey guys!! So basically this poem in it's quintessence is an incarnation. Of what? The transcendence I have acquired by means of the love of another (For whom I carry romantic sentiments towards). The inspiration was the moment in which he placed his hand upon my shoulder. His touch etherealized me. I felt as though I became a new creation forged of crystal and yet as light as air. I saw life with mystical eyes that were fascinated with things that had been of no consequence before. The stars became more resplendent, the wind became a benevolent caress, each breath was rejuvenating, and so on.
      
So basically, as cliche' as it sounds... *Braces himself, coughing to clear his throat and announcing his cliche' with a British accent* I have been transformed from a life of black and white, to one of manifold colors by the thew of love! *cringes in pain lollllllll* I hope you guys enjoy. I also hope that somehow, this piece inspires you to forge a creative diamond from your own experiences (as well as display the valor to adorn the world with your diamonds). Thank you all so much for your support! God bless!
 Aug 2016
Pauline Morris
I'm left upon this table bleeding out
For all of my emotions, I find no need to shout
They are pooling all around me
Like the oceans and the sea
You'll no longer have to worry
About what kind of mood I'm in
This well be my final sin
Just know I always loved you
Even though at times I do what I do
Sometimes I just got carried away
I hope you can forgive me anyway
You where my only true friend in this pitiful play
It took to long to find you, my life always in disarray
Please forgive me, that I choose to go out this way
But there's this price I have to pay
 Aug 2016
Pauline Morris
Like pac-man, I'll just keep gobbling up all those pills
Till I too,  just disappear
 Aug 2016
Pauline Morris
In blood I was born, in blood I will die
It will be as quick as a blink of an eye
Flesh slashed open, so the spirit can fly
Most will never understand the why
 Aug 2016
Adrian Newman
A sneaky glance here, a forbidden love ignited
Your stamina driven by a fire un-blighted.
Our limbs lock, intertwine like puzzle pieces
Our chests pressed together, hands loosening breeches.

I can feel you under my skin
Ebbing and flowing to my whim
And your hair feels like the stars I’ve longed to touch.
Your eyes are closed, no dreams are here
We’re breathing in the here and now
I never thought I’d want someone so much.

Your grip makes me feel safe
My arms can’t let you go.
My hairs stand rigidly, at a pace
We’re putting on a desire rid show.

I can feel nothing but fingers and skin
Exploring and groping to whim
And your hair feels like the stars I’ve longed to touch.
Your eyes are closed, no dreams are here
We’re breathing in the here and now
I never thought I’d want someone so much.

You leave me breathless and gasping
My fantasy fulfilled, and rasping
Your sweat is sweeter than water
Our limbs never falter

I can feel nothing but fingers and skin
Exploring and groping to whim
And your hair feels like the stars I’ve longed to touch.
Your eyes are closed, no dreams are here
We’re breathing in the here and now
I never thought I’d want someone so much.

Boys can be boys, but not you and I
We go far back to the very first time
That you wanted me and I craved you;
This wasn’t merely a *****.

5th August 2016
Inspired by a poem I read earlier...and someone who I have an interest in ;)
 Aug 2016
Jay Dee
She dreamt that he came to her
She dreamt of peaceful meadow waters*
filled with lotus flowers
She had imagined that there they made love for hours
for forever his eyes only  for her
pretty pretty dreams of lotus flowers, meadows, cool waters and florescent sun beams
   then her eyes open
she remembers how severely her heart
is broken
she trys to be balanced but all she does
is cry
    her pain bursts from inside..she's loosing her mind
  because hes her one and only so
shes
going to meet him on the other side
she's decided not to stay
can't live without him anyway
   *so to the peaceful lotus meadow

she goes
he was there waiting for her where
they danced under the sunbeams


-Jennifer DeAngelo
Copyrighted 2016
Dedicated to a widow who absolutely refused to live without her husband of 40 years.
 Aug 2016
Jay Dee
In the summer I was so hot that i couldn't breathe. I couldn't move...gasping for air on my knees.
There I was stuck in that burning hot place where you left me.
There was no cool breeze and comfy hoddies  in that fall for me.
I was still burning under the merciless sun.
But winter I felt. So surely I was cold and grey. Frozen. Wishing upon a star for the summer sun to melt the iceberg I became.
So I could start my search and find it again.
Seeking comfort in those who are not my friend. I had chased the untrue because it was better than you.
Then there was spring. It rained and it poured. Certainly I was drained but thankfully I had found a new door. I was allowed to dwell no more.
Now summer is here once again. But this time it is my friend. The summer sun kisses my skin. I flow through effortlessly. I have found my serenity. It never left....I had to find it inside of me.
-Jennifer DeAngelo
Copyrighted 2016
#life #journey #RowYourBoat
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