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The light makes my eyes drop,
The heat makes me weak,
My ears close to outside,
And fill with songs of sleep.

My hand becomes my pillow,
My chair becomes my bed,
My eyelids, now, my curtains,
As stars light up my head.
 Apr 2016 Ronney
Tom Blake
Elevate and extricate me
From
This disconcerting and turbulent
State
Immerse my being
Into a state of Felicity and equanimity...
My body has ( like many)  been
BEATEN
Long enough by this infernal world.
I want
To Rest!
I
Don't want to see no more
PEOPLE
Being persecuted
Humiliated, duped,
Lame, blind, insane, in PAIN!

This euphoria I seek
I not only want it
For Myself
I want it
For Everyone.

Lord, hear my plea....
Accommodate
Me.
 Apr 2016 Ronney
Frederik B
SPEAK-UP
 Apr 2016 Ronney
Frederik B
You make noise by being silent

*(f.b)
 Apr 2016 Ronney
Bluie
fate
 Apr 2016 Ronney
Bluie
i'd love to believe
the universe will soon
let us be together
at the right time
in the right place
with every bit of us
being nothing but
right for each other
'til next time..
i'll wait for you
for as long as I can
Atomic blue anesthesia ,
microscopic spheres gravitate
to Earth , only to flatten and
weaken
Sidewalks lead the forgotten
elderly home
Chocolate rivers swell in August
swelter , steam collects on lettered
city windows , screaming trains
draw blackbirds skyward into sullen
iron , brick boneyards
Buses track wet asphalt , state flags
hang dead , killing diesel fog
Cars continually trouble a dead dog
Mean people vie for brick homes
Second class citizens pay for poison -
at McDonalds , BC powders at Family Dollar
Purchasing money orders for the machine
Dying a little more each day
Copyright April 17 , 2016 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
 Apr 2016 Ronney
DaRk IcE
Staring into an empty space filled
With wonder
That reaches for the
Moon
With an absent
Ground
Laughing at depressions
Dismay of shattered
Dreams doomed
By suicidal
Thoughts
And
Sleepless nights
Loving the one's who
Abandoned
Your exsistance
Each exhausting day
Is harder to get through
Then the one before
Yet you do it all over
Again
Because who else
Will
Giving credit to your
Biological makers
Who raised your
Downfall
And encouraged your
Feelings of inadequacy
Missing pieces of a broken
Home are all you
Have
Left
To carry to your
Grave
Somehow missing the
Point of why
Your
Were
Here
#depression #despair #abandonment #anxiety #brokenhome #abuse #sadness #hopelessness
 Apr 2016 Ronney
liz
in the pit
 Apr 2016 Ronney
liz
I found you in the embers
of a burning fire
because I was stupid enough
to follow the trail of smoke
out against a yellow sky,
right into the thunderous wrath of you.

I should've just left you there—
in the trenches of the universe
where nothing is worthy enough of anything;
In the pit of the fallen feathers
picked from a murdered Angel’s gracious wings.

Like the wicked thief you are
you abandoned me
as you tied a splintered rope to my foot,
knotted it into the bottom of the earth,
and flew your way to the top
with the shattered pieces of my heart
that you lost in yours.

Vicious and ****** you were,
though I was trying to hammer you a shield.
Bruised and battered you left me,
though all I gave you was an outlet to the Epicurean Philosophy.

Rugged claws is all that’s left of me
and a silence so loud in it’s wake
I can’t hear myself think.
I haven’t spoken a real word
since you touched me,
So I listen to the rain pour
down in it’s muttering rhythms
at the bottom of the ocean
while the chest beneath
the heart you split open
caves in.
it's deeper than you think
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