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  May 2017 Lot
Bjarke
I hate the sun
I hate traffic
I hate spicy food
I hate myself
I hate my thoughts
But I can't bring myself to hate you
Rhyme not on purpose but pretty neat. I hate myself
  May 2017 Lot
James Scanlan
I have many Masks

The Stranger Mask
Polite and well-adjusted
It is a facade of falsehood
Shown to strangers
Who do not know me

My Work Mask
Professional and dependable
A monotonous existence
That stifles and smothers
Who I want to be

The Mask for Family
Obedient and loving
It is who I used to be
But a little different
From who I've become

A Friendly Mask
Joyful and content
It is my favorite mask
For it shows someone
Who fits well with others
But it is not all of who I am

The Dark Mask
Hidden and fearful
It is worn only when
I am alone
It is the truest lie
I tell myself

I have many Masks
Only God knows my Face
  May 2017 Lot
Day
Broken, trying to decide
Seems unfair
So much.
All at once.
  May 2017 Lot
Under Empty Skies
Scabs congregated by blood.
Scars prone to love.
And like artery's we contract these air vesseled halls.
Collapsing in on ourselves when lost love.
Maybe that's why I can't breathe lately.
  May 2017 Lot
Kon Grin
Throw me in the chartreuse fields
So I can leave my pain behind
Violets and Daffodils will turn
Me into their kids

Buy me out of sable walls
So I can see the other side
Violets and Daffodils will kiss
My spine

Say white, say blue
On a spring afternoon

Whisper out loud
O-hoo

Take me out for a walk on moon
So i can plant lovat' on stone.
Violets and daffodils will grow
On a pale ball.

Lie with me on frosty grass
Keep your feet above the stars.
Violets and daffodils will pass
But we can last.
Courtesy of Iwalf. Text written in collaboration of @kon_grin @greatbigcongratulations and @wonderwall.***
  May 2017 Lot
Relle
Summer rain

Oh summer rain

Crying tears and weeping pain

Broken hearts and shattered souls

Lost in never ending roads.

Bitter love

Sweet bitter love

A taste of an obstructive lust

Thwarted all the things of gold

Like thorns of dying faded rose.

Tragic end

A beautiful tragic end

Embraced and welcomed, not resent

Hands that hover over my chest

As lips collide in a kiss of death.
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