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 Feb 2014 Ian Cairns
Dougie Simps
If you choose to lose, lose your pride
If you choose to gain, gain in mind
Paint a picture, draw a sketch
Not of ignorance but the potential beauty we may have left
The ocean that is created of gold
The simplicity we find in the hearts we freely accept. Which is...

Free will.

The blockade that stops our force of habits to want, to control.
To make someone love you
To make someone become cold.
I can't explain a great idea...
I can't show you the road to glory..
I can lie and deceive an angel
I can kiss her goodnight and tell her the same fantasy stories.
Of a place of imagination
Where ya wildest dreams can run, they can develop their own creation...
As people.

It's free will...

We hold the pallet, we paint our own destination.
I'm crazy
a spider's network
facebook twitter instagram
social suicide
I sweat in my sleep now,
and drench sheets from dreaming
of the three years
when a fourteen and a half hour
time zone difference
was what my every day revolved around.
My tee-shirt clings to
soggy skin that shivers and prickles
with goosebumps,
and continues to remind me
that I’m waking up without
telling you goodnight.
I jotted this down in about five minutes. Just putting it on here as a zero draft for some feedback. Thanks in advance!
 Feb 2014 Ian Cairns
JC Lucas
Sometimes I'm low.
and quiet
not really despondent
or depressed
just
low.

And quiet.

She says she doesn't like the desert,
says it's ugly
and I can't help but wonder
why?
And she's sometimes quiet
but never low.
I think maybe the desert is in me
and when lowness abounds
the wind whips the dunes of my soul
and shapes me as it sees fit
that wind is the sound in my ear
just
before
sleep finally takes me.

and although we wouldn't know what to do with it
even if we had it,
we will pray on for
rain.
 Feb 2014 Ian Cairns
Rachel Ueda
Oh that old dirt road
Leading to my once
One and only home
I miss you.

You've been stained
With blood and tears
But blessed
With laughter and love

You led me to light

You were
a beacon
of hope

an escape

my ecstasy

my everything.

But in the end
your only just
An old dirt road

And my memories
Aren't written in stone
No, they left with the wind
So I shall make new ones
On another old dirt road
Again and again.
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