ShyYou want your own stageShy by Anna-B-Seas
But you don’t want to be on stage
You want to be noticed
But you don’t want everyone looking at you
You have so much to say
And so few words to say it in
You crave to be heard
But fear and defeat weakens your voice
They might wonder why you haven’t said a word
While you are just trying to get through it all
They might ask you to speak up
But you are already shouting, you think
They might poke fun of you to get you to talk
But you don’t know why they are being so rude
You don’t know what you have done wrong
So you try with words, you try in another way
You try to create and you try to believe
You try to make it work
No matter what they say, no matter what they think
But you don’t give up
Please don’t give up
In your armsThe way you held me in your armsIn your arms by Anna-B-Seas
And took care of me
When it was dark outside
And I needed your hand
When we took the ferry back
From the island that reached beyond all fear
And you welcomed me to rest my head on your shoulder
And kissed my forehead and your arms wrapped around
With your hands caressing my arm
And a warm tear that almost fell
From the love and tender care that you give
When I was heading towards a dark hole
Not knowing how far it would take me
To the furthest reaches that I could go
And to keep walking in the dark night
As you led the way
And to keep walking hoping to reach the lights
And you saved me
To be in your arms that night
When we took the ferry back
And you put your arms around me
As though the dark has left us
And there is only you and me
In the light of love and tender care.
SeleneTonight, She is an absence of stars. A rim-lit mass of black occlusion shrouding distant gems of light. And as I lie amid soft swaying pines, gazing outward, I endeavor to see past Her. Certainly there is more beauty in heaven than pale regolith. Beyond milky bands of dust, infinity gleams with gaseous violets and reds; bursts of nebulous matter cycling birth and decay, birth and decay. Yet my eyes return to wander Her slender, slivered form. And I think of the countless moons among these stars—among even our sun—the flaming plumes of Io or ethane seas of Titan. Were there eyes among this void, certainly She would garner less attention than these. She is a pale and undramatic beauty, pocked and barren though never turning Her face. A promise to Man, when night descends, that the sun is not dead, but lives and reflects in her ascension. And She, ever loyal, guides it into day.Selene by TheArtillerySharks
KingdomIn the latter days of summerKingdom by TheArtillerySharks
As the air choked with heat
And the yellowed grass splintered underfoot
I and my friend, despite our mothers' objections
Dug up the yard to build a kingdom
We laid its foundations
In scattered shapes and broken twigs
To envision the walls and great castle
And into the evening, crudely sculpted forms and mass
With mud and plastic spoons
But at dinner, our mothers came
And scolded the mess we had made of the yard
And stood by and watched as we trampled the earth
And flattened the walls and the castle to dust
Til the yard was no longer unsightly
Then we went in for dinner
And washed our hands of the dust of the kingdom
And later, played video games
Until our mothers came and scolded us
That we ought to do more with our time
Than to waste it in front of a screen.
Gray and SilverDoes silver show on gray?Gray and Silver by AloiseBrennan
Well, yes it does.
Why might that be?
The reflection of light?
The amount of light already inside?
Or is it the glossy finish on top?
Why doesn't gray get that?
Gee, if I were gray I'd want my money back.
But colors don't have money,
They're just turned into money.
Kind if a sick way to thank the clouds
When we take their silver lining
And turn it into a monster.
Leaving it up in heaven sounds better
So we can just be happy to go there
And appreciate the gray we have.
Must Stay Awake"Stay woke"Must Stay Awake by 7R41N3D3RR0R157
The ever familiar teeth grinding
Call to arms
Down to the battlefield in unison
They sing in the most tuneless way possible
I'm too tired to sing along
My third eye is bloodshot
And I don't know how I can keep awake
My dreams slowly become hallucinations
My screams are shrill cries
To those tone deaf
How long must i keep this up?
Must not sleep
Must scrape barrel
And utilize resistance
Education and inner strength
Must not sleep
Must not sleep
Please let me sleep
Trick-or-Treat Lets trick-or-treat,Trick-or-Treat by unicodragon
lets go out and have
Lets go out and dance tonight.
If no one is around we can take
it a little far under the stars
and make love tonight.
Yes we would howl
yes, we would growl!
We would scare the little children,
the ghosts and the goblins too!
We are coming for you...
Oh lets trick or treat,
lets go out and have some
lets go out and dance tonight
and see how many we can scare
So Lovely She's so lovely..So Lovely by unicodragon
Every time she passes
by my heart opens up and
It feels like a lightning
bolt strikes my heart
and she fills it with love.
Visually it always feels
like she's giving me a hug.
When she leaves my heart hurts
a little simply because I want her
things run outthis wind is not colderthings run out by creativelycliche
than the chirp of a worn fan
from the computer
you grew up next to
synapse, air networked
and drawn on the underside of grace,
compatibility, of packet loss
there is a message in the bonded
synths and outdated suffixes
waiting for the obsolescence
of once great things
a memory on blue keys,
fingerprints and the skin
you left behind
so very easy
to write about.
dream$$$$$$$$the american dream is deaddream$$$$$$$$ by drugstabbingtime
(shot in cold blood under the cold stars)
and what remains is
fate's inevitable revenge.
you are a docile, law-abiding wife of a
middle-class man with a name like
jim, mike, or
who you don't really love but
married out of desperation
and you're never really satisfied with your
but you don't think too hard about it
so it doesn't worry you.
and you have children,
grandchildren, who suffer
from the same mediocre fate as yourself.
you die of old age
and have a medium-sized funeral.
you are buried in a velvet-lined coffin
and when grass covers the dirt of your grave,
you are forgotten;
you are nothing,
you have never existed.
(tremulous, tremendous)Some years removed, I return:(tremulous, tremendous) by UnreliableRuth
again, a stranger
––again, Other and, yes, Unknown––
in this land overlaid
with faint, mushroom fingerprints
dappled shadow of occasional devotion
through spider’s lace.
Some memories turn away
from me, but others
remain. So, the sensation
of a sudden, early-
November Renaissance, followed by
an obsession with Boy Who Wasn’t
Really There crouching
in the mouth of a gigantic, sometimes swaying oak tree
for smudging time across
the corner of a desk.
(And always) I wonder
if I ever belonged
in that polite, pastoral dream.
Unbolted SnapeIt's those brief thoughts of....Unbolted Snape by ScarletQuill
or am I just fooling myself?
It is easier than -
finding mistletoe on a shelf.
I'm freezing staring at the stars
while they are warm inside.
Why am I still hanging around
when I would rather hide?
As a pirate who looks for a thread-
which will undo the hangman's rope.
It is the thoughts of damned soul...
there is still an impossible hope.
It's said nice guys finish last
and in the end there are debts we pays.
I will hold you in my heart -
for now... forever ..and for always.
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