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 May 2014 That Girl
Alethea
Oh please let this be a dream
Lord I know you hear my screams,
Free me from my thoughts.
Lord they're around the corner,
Lord they're under the bed.
Lord why did I allow the demons to be fed?
I should have taken you as my guide.
Lord wash me with your blood,
Lord be my sole supply,
But Lord I really want to die.

But....
Your love is stronger than my thoughts, more persistant than the demons.
Lord I believe you can tame this monster, for you have cured the leprous and healed the blind.
Lord I believe you can lengthen my time.
 May 2014 That Girl
Melissa B C
Flowers are growing
on my body where your hands
touched me last time.
The hard part about
letting go of a busy man
is that
they're distracted when you begin
distancing yourself
and when they feel distance
they procrastinate on addressing it
So it takes a while before
they notice
you're completely gone
Transcend your life,
don’t die
or say goodbye,
just rise into the sky,
look back and ask why…
have you ever been too scared to ask why?
I have.
My own thoughts left me with a black eye.
But it’s alright.
I don’t cry,
just find my vibe,
relax
ride out the night.
I’m alright.
Can you tell that I’m lying?
Can you tell that I’m crying?
NO..
no..
I’m alright,
it’s all behind.



Dark poetry by Vladislav Vagner
read more at http://www.poemjunction.net/
 May 2014 That Girl
CA Guilfoyle
You were born of oceans,
glacial upheavals melting
a temperate forest of raining seas
I climbed your stair step moss
to see night stars mingle with fir trees
I watched through the night
only sleeping when stars did,
when birds came echoing
through your woods,
at first light, in mists of fog
verily I slept  
in forest song
I am writing this just to keep sane
Stop switching lanes and deal with the pain
I’m going to stay same and never give in to shame
I don’t see this as a game, what I’m saying is real
That’s why you feel every line that I spill
Every emotion comes from the notion
That we are the panacea for the poison
Explosion of our hearts started with the sparks
That ignited our greed amidst the dark
So now we find ourselves led by the misled
Bred like a hoard of cattle waiting to be shred
We focus on materials and ignore the cries
‘Cause it’s easier to watch from an iPad, as a baby dies
We work, struggle, and beg for a promotion
Instead of pouring our hearts into a positive devotion
Every person fueled by their own ambition
And integrity is at loss on our way to this mission

By Vladislav Vagner
http://www.poemjunction.net
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