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she guides my hand towards
her chest.
opens up with a sigh and
leads my fingers to her
crusted heart.

here. tear off these scabs so
I can bleed the
wounds
clean and let them close up
as smoothe scars
instead.
I refuse to hurt by
other hands than
yours.


this is love.
there are no band-aids
here.
to every inmates claim,
          (yours)
are circumspect.
                Mine, are
surely true, for I saw it happening.

I am innocence, I know,
         (you) and thy innocence proclaim-
common sense- is saying
are but shouted lies.
Mine, are again, innocent.

To whomever is listening,
              (who) the judge nor jury
saw the truth,
to an honorable power so far above,
my pleas be heard.

to,
         (thee)
I see your
                guilty.
i am apathy
here i am writing for nobody to read
talking to no one to listen
speaking for nobody to hear

i am pathetic
there's nobody willing to pay attention
i wonder why i have yet to reach the hollows of depression
or am i already in beyond my realisation..?

i am sad
worthless 21 years
used and manipulated
never appreciated nor important

i am angry
all you stupid people
treat me like disposable
calling me despicable

i am self-centered
i don't want to care about you
i'll start caring for me
it'll be just me, mine and myself
from now on.....
                               ...it'll be a lonely world but i'm still surviving...
i am..nothing..wish i was thin air..
What of life and all that’s been,
Mine was stolen on a field of green,
For king and country, god and mum,
laid down in the shadows, never saw the sun.
100 years is mine to tell,
no comforting arms for those that fell,
I ask no pity, tears or plea,
Just once on a morn, remember me.
I wrote and posted this poem on here earlier in the year but today, the anniversary of the end of the WW1, it seemed appropriate to do so again, in remembrance of all those who paid the ultimate sacrifice.
Please don't fall in love with me.
Don't wind your way into my ivory heart.
I will poison you like a drug,
Your mind will turn dark and your heart will freeze over
until your blue veins turn to ice.
Do not fall in love with me.
My head is home to too many voices as it is.
Please, stay away.
This sadness is a killer and there's no reason for both of us to die.
 Nov 2014 Edna Sweetlove
hn
deep
 Nov 2014 Edna Sweetlove
hn
do you know how deep
how deep
deep
deep
this love was for me

do you know there's no sleep
no sleep
sleep
sleep
while you comfortably dream of me
When Moonlight wens upon the moore
And Starlight knocks upon your door.
When thrums the hum of Faerie Wings
And the Harpen sound of Elfen strings.
Accompanied by dark Dwarven drums
The music of the night doth come.

A Shaman tends with Force of Night
A Silver Sword of fierce Light.
The wounds flow. The battle bounds
Thunder of Hooves upon the ground.
Tirelessly on the battles fight
But fades away in Mornings light.

And now that morning light is near
I arise from sleep with vision clear.
And the webs of tiredness
Fall from my eyes.
My new day begins
Under the skies…...JMF 11/9/14
Self Explanatory...You can't see miracles if you don't believe in Magic

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