A poem to the saddest of events. by samanthapolly23, literature
Literature
A poem to the saddest of events.
Something, somewhere, went terribly awry
I cannot let them hear my sigh
Or the thousand curses I hide
I was sitting there when you walked on by
I longed to talk but afraid I may vie
If I tried, would you even reply?
Would you see that it was only I?
Rain poured, but I remained dry
Forced to stay inside, keeping my lie
As they hide your eyes from the effort I apply
I want to go out in the rain and die
Still waiting for a hero, waiting for our guy
But it was too late, they made me fly
I'm sad as the sunset in the sky
And back in the south, where all is sly
But really, who cares how hard I try?
Now, every day I'll wonder why. . .
Just gaze m
Voting Advice for Americans by orcanerd, literature
Literature
Voting Advice for Americans
Eeney Meeney Miney Moe
Press a button and let go
Earth is gone each way you go!
My mother told me to avoid
the very worst one,
but I'm confused as to who is it!
I shed my tears alone with the room turned dark.
Letting no other be touched by my sorrow’s mark.
Burning candles make the room’s light dim.
I wonder at times if I hover on sanity‘s rim.
Sad music plays to drown out the sound.
The door is locked so I won’t be found.
In pain and alone I bear my very soul in tears.
Whether my cause be greatest sorrow or fears.
For hours tears blur the dancing shadows on the wall.
Finally I snuff out the candles and into bed I crawl.
Only my tears wish me goodnight while I weep.
This melancholy night I cry myself to sleep.
I was walking a lonely path
My mind was stuck in a broken past
A sharp tongue, words crass
Stumbling around to find some salvation at last
A cut on the skin
To let out whatever is in
Red stains the linen
More demons find their way in
A drug to confuse my mind
But then it settles on a grief-stricken time
I don't know why I keep trying
The drugs had never been kind
Sleep never seems so bad
It's relief, even just for a tad
But then I wake up sad
Eyes heavy with bags
My mind tortures me
There's nowhere to escape, to flee
Then I remember that jump rope that was so pretty
I also remember in backyard a tree
South of the Line
16-12-14
Christmas and winter aren’t at the same time
When you live down here, way south of the line.
There’s no snow, there’s no frost, nor icicles to
Melt in the hearth – there’s nothing to do
As the sun bears its weight, burning the land –
You’d think that by now we’d have caught this in hand.
Even in winter we only have rain
As there once more is no snow, no frost again.
So once again, just to remind,
Christmas and winter aren’t at the same time
When you live down here, way south of the line.
Azure Sky
by Tricia Pattinson
We flew together
Across the desert
Over mountains
In four lane traffic
Amongst the crowded
Aspen groves
And beautiful blue
Spruce we strolled
In holy green forests
We rolled across
Lavender meadows
And silver Artemisia
The Sun and Wind
Playing hot and cold
Teasing our skin
Caressing our souls
Surrounded by the highest creation
Acceptance and forgiveness
Lifting us, our family, to jump out
Down rush on August's hillsides
We forgot the past
We laughed
Together in the present
The sky turned azure
It's a messed up world we live in.
Living in this messed up world, we get a bit messed up ourselves.
Not intentionally, of course.
It's something that just sort of happens.
And not all at once, either.
You don't wake up one morning to discover you're some sick person.
It's a gradual change, one that takes time to see.
You look back at the past year and then you see how much you've changed.
You can see how much innocence has faded.
It exists in the eyes of the young, mocking you.
It's something you had, and here you've lost it.
And you didn't even have to try.
You didn't know you'd sold yourself.
It was a tricky contract, one we all find we've