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 Feb 2014 August
Tim Knight
Because when I see it
I wanna view it all in 720p;
a 360 window to the world around me.

No grit, grain, or scratch-sand photographs,
no bullet-pointed drafts of what there is around,
but instead something clear cut and defined,
like the cut throat lines of the rail track heading north,
the tarmac black railings decorating the edge of the port,
telegraph poles and fly fish line linking
your telephone call to my telephone call; and
if you're ringing from a mobile there are still
lines connecting the call, it's just you can't see them
as they're kept within a box somewhere above us
waiting to be decommissioned, waiting to fall back to Earth.
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 Feb 2014 August
Evynne
Love Spell
 Feb 2014 August
Evynne
My irises are a force of continuum
Pulling you closer and closer
Until you're drunk off my mesmerization
Like a love spell, but it's real
 Feb 2014 August
Tammy Cusick
:As If I Died:

Lets capture this moment that ruptures from the spring of your mouth,
all is never north for it turns back and heads south,
It's been a while in silence,
Engaging a war of shrugs among rioted violence,
In-between bars rusted rebelled deadly thoughts,
Captured in this swelling cage I rot.
As if I died I subdue; shamelessly and recklessly into you,
I just want an “I’m proud of you”
I pick the stitch upon this heart I chew,
it weaves in and out blood spurting out this chest,
leave me in this coffin I eternally rest.
Silence is the biggest war to inflict on yourself,
not a cut, burn, bullet, or medication could be the worse,
fore they numb us before we burst.
Silence is them keen of all,
it ***** with you on the best of days,
leaving happiness in a dreadful haze,
no one notices anything among this room,
the way the paintings spin and zoom,
the nurse with the lazy frown handing out pills she’s always upside down.
The man yelling for help in his loose blue gown portraying a fiend of dope he found,
upon the silent unheeding ground.
Spinning inside this mind of doom; all to all it begins to consume,
the inanimate object you’ve become will end soon.
As if I died I wouldn’t of lied or said, “I’m fine”
because “that’s another problem that we don’t need”
but, the only problem was lovelorn of I,
the crazy things I do is to catch your eye,
life-threatening always in a bind,
I wouldn’t be in this coffin of my dreadful mind.
I’m sorry dear family for I am not the best,
I eat, smoke, work, drink and rest,
and I just wish for once split second I was your best.
It’d be so pure and elegant to have your approval,
I don’t want it to be expressed through money or showered upon gifts,
I know I **** up but I put that below me,
I just wish instead of hanging things over my head you’d actually get to know me.
So, As if I died I’ll stay silent,
forget me if you want it’s easy to do,
because I’m the black sheep of this “family” you grew.
 Feb 2014 August
Stephen
While travelling the oceans, you may fall back on me
I’m standing out there, waiting, lighting the way for you to flee
And through the blackened sea, I was there to help you find
The way back to the land, but there’s no one turning back
For me..
But I, I gave you everything you’ve got
You forgot?
I was the only one there for you!
How could you go?
You gave me nothing in return
“Be my friend…”
You would be nothing without me
I’m leaving now…

I’m but a lighthouse, giving my light for the ships to sail away
I’m but a tree, where birds rest and fly away
I’m but a savior, to rescue you from your decay
I’m but a friend, standing on the coast eternally and wait

While sailing in a dreamworld, I see another boat
The faces pass before me, but I’m imprisoned in these walls

“I was raised on a rugged rock
The only thing I’ve known
How to prevent the boats
From crashing on me
I was born to oust
Everyone that passes through my way
As I could never give them what they really want
This is my terrible fate
Staring at the beauty of the ocean, alone..
An observer in the middle of an endless sea
Behind the safety of the prison that I have built for myself
I wonder…
Am I convicted in lifetime loneliness?
What if my eyes are mirrors, reflecting the weakness within me?
It’s all about flesh, nobody will ever care about me
Oh Lord, release my soul
Break these walls of misery
I don’t need that lonely life anymore
Take me home…”


The earth has started shaking, the waves are growing wild
The ocean hides the stormy sky and crashes on the wall

While travelling the oceans, you may find me again
And through the stormy sea, I’ve been waiting for you
But you never came back
For me..


“Oh, Lighthouse, you‘re too blind to see
There are thousands of lighthouses out there, just like you
Being confused, scared and lonely
All waiting for a ship to come and save them
Don’t be afraid anymore, go find them
There’s nothing more you have to give but love
Do not convict yourself in a rotten jail forever
Live your every moment away from fear
Remember, your life will expire
It’s all nothing but a dream
Don’t be afraid anymore, go fulfill it…”

The lighthouse is collapsing, the dove is flying free
And from the ruins of its death, is growing now a tree
 Feb 2014 August
M Clement
My bed
 Feb 2014 August
M Clement
And yet she slumbers,
knowing not what goes through his mind,
and little more of what goes through her own.

Listlessness in terms of what to do,
and what not.

What's there to do when both the kettle and the *** are black?
Is it what many call love?

Why does it feel different than rom-coms
and everything that seems so well to point it out.

Instead, it's a hunger; it's a hunger to do more for the sake of her.
For the sake of self, and more for the sake of the one who created them both.

*Let us pray
 Feb 2014 August
Ryan Bowdish
*******, you crazy *****.
I wish you could admit that you don't give a **** about anyone else.
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