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 Aug 2017 Jamie King
Mike Hauser
It's not the way you look at me
Or how your hair blows in the breeze
It's not how you smile like a night on the town
Or the skip of my heart when you are around

It's not in the way that you beautifully dress
Although I am always beyond impressed
It's not any of those although they're nice
It's more of the fact that you are mine

It's not in the shine of your radiant glow
Or how to me your love is gently shown
It's not in the fact that you're all I need
Or the softness of touch when you hold me

It's not that you take my breath away
Or the way you make it all okay
It's not in any of those things I so often find
It's more of the fact that you are mine
 Jul 2017 Jamie King
Graff1980
You are all idol worshippers
claiming to be children of
a specific god you love,

but now you bow to
your wage driven existences.

Your gods are corporations.

So, you sacrifice your rationality
to your favorite sports team,

and you sacrifice your health
to your favorite brand of
chemically saturated food,

and you sacrifice your poor
to the pocket books of the
politician’s donor,

and you sacrifice foreigners
to the military industrial complex,

and you sacrifice me,
your child of daydreams
and hopefuls scheme of a better humanity,
to the ease of self-pleasure
and precariously pursued ignorance.
To this tiredness add heaviness,
a weighting down of me.
it's like i'm carrying a burden
but
it's one I cannot see.

There are beads of sweat upon my brow and yet somehow I'm cold,

life feels like a ton of lead if lead equates to getting old.

I can remember when on being young it wasn't so
I used to float along the forest paths moving to and fro

but the green shoots they've all sprouted
I never doubted that they would

I am heavy with the evening light that slowly fades
shaded by the Autumn night in these, my favourite glades,

to lay me down and sleep at last
to wait until all time has passed,
I am not alone.
 Jul 2017 Jamie King
Curtis C
Today is a day of wondering. A thought hit me; I thought the move from LA to New Orleans was a "major" change and then from New Orleans to Memphis...it was just a change, within "The Change". The Journey is "The Change". There are things, I admit, the scare me...(a sudden fright, an alarm, with little or no reason: a time or condition of alarm or worry.) Feeling it, experiencing it and letting it go...putting it back in the flow and moving forward.
So, today a day of wondering, surrendering, releasing and letting go, being focus and aware.  For me, that's is one of the ways to make it work...also adding tons of Love to it. Standing in Gratitude, right here, right now, in the present moment...scary and uncomfortable but very, very doable. This is one of my days to DOIT!  Smiling...
Y'all have a Glorious day! continue it one step at a time and sharing the good, love, joy, happiness, all that stuff with others.  BIG SMILES to everyone, hugs and kisses!
 Jul 2017 Jamie King
Zin Candace
Shades of darkness in the sky
Blood of crimson clover die
The flying silent skeleton crew
Cuts the neck of Northern mew
Ship of wicked traveler sails
Crosses the sea with pendant bale

Once you get the trust from him
Zenith reaches the bottom hill
Tip and toe with shoe ago
Slaughtering pieces of abo
Crying pain of source a fail
Brings the huntsman, he's for sale

When time tocks the twelve o'clock
The monster you see will now come back
To mend the water with great fire
To **** the nymph of scourging power
And he'll punish all the scary cowards
Cause end will soon be running forward
♜ Erato ♜
 Jul 2017 Jamie King
Rae
Depression
 Jul 2017 Jamie King
Rae
I still power through the day
like a bulldozer on display
for the world to believe
that I'll make it past New Year's Eve.

With a body that fights to survive
and with a mind that wants to die
I remember when I was five
years old and grateful for a blue sky.

Now my world is painted black
and I'm a shell of the girl I used to be
I wear a stone-filled backpack
faking being carefree.

I don't want to burden anyone
with my "small, inconvenient issues"
it's not like a shotgun
is being pressed to a small girl's head without tissues.
- some people wish me well
others pray for me to rot in hell -
As we fall in
Love under the
Moonlight we
Passionately kiss
Our eyes closing
Our hearts beating
We share a passionate
Kiss under the moonlight
As we fall asleep in each
Others arms I whisper
Softly I love you my sweetheart.
Love
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