Hope

Dragon scale gown

Dragon scale gown

By jfarrell

 

 

Dazzling…

Eyes blind - everywhere you look

Seared golden brand

Reality, a fog on the edges.

 

Shut your eyes,

The burning, golden scar of light

You still see;

Open eyes; reality still a dense fog, on the edge.

 

Light, stars, madness, pain, joy;

I don’t know how;

My dragon gave to me a cloak…

Woven from her scales.

 

When you look at me, I don’t know what you see;

I can’t see me anymore;

I see a smartly dressed waiter, bartender, food dispenser;

Not a mass murderer… gimme a machine gun!!! PLEASE!!!!

 

Light, so beautiful, you have to praise god;

Dark so powerful, you have to hope there’s a devil;

OMFG!!!! my dragon is so beautiful! More real!!!!

…. but I KNOW your’s are more beautiful, and breathtakingly stunning…

 

Please, SHOW ME!

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

mission impossible masks - rip off the waiter, bartender still here;

rip off that mask....

want cookie with your coffee...

or fries with you hamburger?.....

drunk, stoned, i got so many masks

no-one's gonna find my ghost ;-)

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Nevers

Nevers

By jfarrell

 

 

25th floor of a building in central London, with big windows;

I’d never seen London at night, all lights;

Was beautiful; first time I actually appreciated what London could be;

Until last night, I’d never been that high up and seen London.

 

I’d never been to Wembley, never been to Lord’s Cricket Ground;

Never got a roomful of important people drunk on entry;

“Champagne, sir or madam?”

I’d never served coffee to a room of professors.

 

Until my present employer, Berkeley Scott (BIG thank you, amazing);

I’d never experienced a road, a street…

The walk there takes five minutes..

After work, that same walk takes an hour or more.

 

Before BKS (Berkeley Scott)….

I’d never walked anywhere,

As part of a sea, an arrow, a swarm of people;

40, 000 people, all headed for the same tube station.

 

I’m nearly 50, these last 6 months seen a lot of nevers happening;

Nearly 50; never had family or kids or meaningful relationship;

BKS helping me destroy a lot of nevers;

Maybe, even this late in the race, some nevers can still be changed.

 

I don’t want my future (what’s left),

Just OK, managing;

I’d like my future to be good, worth the effort;

Maybe another never can be destroyed.

 

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

thinking in a brand new way - for me, at least :-)

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What Christmas really means!

       What Christmas really means

Christmas used to mean something but that didn't really last

People now a days have forgotten it's true meaning and quite fast

Christmas isn't about presents, food, or even fancy scenes

One special gift lying in a manger that's what Christmas really means

It isn't about how many things you can get under the tree

Or that perfect ham that youve been glazing I hope you will agree

Christmas means so much more then those decorated evergreens

It means there's Hope for all the world cuz that's what Christmas really means

And when Jesus came to us that night even though he was quite small

It means that for us to go to in heaven he had to make that Call

Christmas means a while lot more then most people know or so it seams

So remember on this joyous day what Christmas really means

 

         Zoey cup

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I wrote this one cuz some have forgotten what Christmas is about it's not about what you can give someone or what you can get it's not about presents or that big meal you've prepared it's about good will toward all mankind and helping your fellow man and family getting togethe!!! I hope you like it

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White paper flower

A White paper flower for your paper crane

one drawn from the ground the other raised to the sky

Brighter than the snow 

Liighter than the air 

Hope floats 

As hope grows 

Message from beyond 

The crane and the flower still exist 

In memory and thought 

But most of all ieternally in spirit.

Pictures in the windows 

A nod from the stars 

Paper flowers smile up

At paper cranes 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Loss

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~ SLEEP ~

             ~ Sleep ~                         

 

Sleep continues eluding me
while thoughts of you keep pursuing,
stopping my dreams from unfolding 
& knowing dawn comes early,
it wakes me to reality 
knowing there will never be
what could've been, what might've been, 
& so I'm waiting, while pursuing
a kind of on-hold aching peace
filled with lingering remembering
wondering if you, too
are ever sleepless
thinking about me................................

 

 

Sleep calls to me, 
but my heart is just not listening,
as the overflow
keeps gently falling
like autumn rain 
on gardens still growing
though summer's come & gone already, 
with winter's soon arrival coming,
when the seed will finally fall & die
when you're no longer in my life
but in the one to come, & finally
home will be reality
as it always felt yet never could be
between us, as it was meant to be.....................

 

 

I love you more than I've let free,
it remains hidden within the depths of me,
as I let you go you're still in all I see,
but I know I must just let you be
while reaching yet withdrawing, all in disguise, 
it's expressing from my eyes & with my sighs,
yet words are never spoken freely,
truths are hidden, although I see
this love will never go away
until we do, & that's ok, 
love never ends, 
til we go home...
...I'll endure loving while alone...................

 

 

Sleep's the escape 
I need to find,
I cannot get you off my mind, 
but I know I must crucify
what's refusing to depart or die, 
so exhausted though I am right now
I will lay all this down somehow
& let His Spirit minister to my heart
that {even with His peace} is still torn apart,
only He knows the secrets within,
only He understands my secret sin,
only He can help me understand
what is & isn't in His plan,
so sleep, come find me, bring release
from words that circle, searching for peace.
              *~*~*~*~*

~ Anastazia Rowe ~    
Oct. 30th, 4 am, 2017.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Take it all, Lord....cleanse & restore ONLY what is YOUR perfect will...
...mine is blind to how You see things tonight, 
so I let the rest fall into the ground & die like a grain of wheat,
fruitless 'til death comes & heals & transforms me ~

 

{G'nite, hopfully, at 4:30 am, almost...}

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The apartment

Sitting on a hill

Looking at pictures and thinkin

Wondering if she’ll want to still

Is the price quite right I’m wondrin

 

Apartments, studios, 1 room basements

Bed, couch, microwave, toaster

Thinking of putting our names on the lease statement

Could we do it I wonder?

 

Her head on the pillow next to mine

Waking in the morning for eggs and bacon

Taking a shower till both our skins shine

It’s with this idea I’m taken

 

Could we do it?

Could it really work?

On our own couch could we sit?

I think, living with her? A nice apartments just a perk

 

I always wanted a happy home

With someone perfect and loving

And not ever be alone

Now wouldn’t that be something

 

I love her to pieces

Staying home in Friday nights

Watching dumb movies and feeding her pizza and Reese’s

God, wouldn’t that feel right

 

I want to rent this room

Spend so much time with her, in our little home

God, can we do this soon?

Cause I can’t imagine doing it alone

 

So come with me

And rent this dinky little place

Spend some time with me

 

So much potential in this tiny space

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Seirenes

Folder: 
Tales and Fables
They say that love is an action
Not a feeling
Then why did I feel that way
Like spiraling down Charybdis 
To the sound of your siren song
 
Your haunting melody embraced my mind
Teasing me, clutching my heart
Until I could do no more than listen
The pain in your voice evident
The struggle against your very nature
 
How I wish that I could have saved you
That I had borne you far away
But you knew my thoughts
You sensed my intentions
And saved me instead 
From the surf of your tsunami
 
So now I sit alone on the sand
And perhaps my greatest torture 
Is standing on the shore of your pain 
And crying out to the oceans that separate us 
To receive nothing but silence in return.
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Life is bigger

Life is bigger

By jfarrell

 

 

(inspired by REM’s “losing my religion”)

 

Life is bigger than me.

Bigger than everything I am;

My hopes, dreams, hurts, pains, disappointments…

Whether I die tonight, or fifty years from now….

Life, the World, and everything in it will continue….

Life is bigger than me.

 

And, yet, somehow,

Whether I die tonight or many years from now….

My life has been as important as that ant you just crushed,

Or that dandelion, blown away on the breeze;

Every happening has a cause and a consequence;

However insignificant, I made a difference.

 

You must realise, life is bigger than you;

I have no children, no legacy, nothing invested;

Most of you do.

At nearly 50, I hope whatever I’m here for I’ve done;

I just wanna go,

There’s no point for me.

 

But there is a point for you - ALL OF YOU!

Your children must inherit a better world;

They’re your children,

Not mine.

I realise life is bigger than me, and I’ve done my part;

Life is bigger than you, realise that.

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

i lost my religion before i was born :) then opened a bottle of beer and found a new one

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Society

https://soundcloud.com/mario-vitale-585774765/society

Society Like a cold clap in the dark you lit a spark of what I was waiting for You hide behind the false hidden garb of compromise can't you see the lies Having long hanging viscious fangs to frighten each other A line is being drawn in the sand when will we understand The pusher on the street knows to well the score is in sight All of the money is tight waving empty beer can to cash them in A solo of sorts to summon the eager minds that plug destruction To get food stamps & disability insurance in you pocket Burning flags in the presence of the socially elite doomed to repeat A challenge to be set free is a question of time my one solution is using mind We work in the factory laboring for that legal tender While pulling out of the grocery store you get a busted fender One needs a heart saturated with truth to stand the test of time Standing in line at the D.M.V. kind of bothers me We as a society have treasured a rose that was sent before us Send the troops home there is no good reason for them to roam The casualties are enormous for a stated cause that's plain atrocious Merciful one come take this chip off my shoulder stop the senseless fighting Yet are nation grows a bit colder from all the anxiety from within Another chance a which to begin again stop the riots in the street With abortion as a plan when will we be able to understand A fetus is a living breathing human being inside not some instant jello Society is filled with people that hate that is their lasting fate Become a beacon of hope to a lost world in need of love This true expression of faith is sent to us from only God above

 

 

 

 

 

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