Poems

A date with the boss?

The man in charge of everything

Always needs to be in control

Hardly breaks a smile anymore

The man in charge who are you really?

Are you the kind of man whose actually sweet?

Sweet underneath all the grudge exterior

Are you something more than the boss?

Should I go on a date with the boss?

Hey you, the man in charge there must be something different

about you then what meets the eye.

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Thorn of a rose

The thorn of the roses

were plump as a peach

They thirsted for sweet blood

They craved the taste of flesh

I was too consumed with the beauty of the pedals

In trance in the vibrant color of red to notice;

how my hand vanished in a sea of red

Yet, I still held the rose;

as my hand became covered in my own blood

Drenching everything in sight

Pain erupted in my core, but I sill held on

to what was hurting me the most.

 

 

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Daily Prompt: Snippet of Film

In my last moments will you be my last thought?

In my last moments would you even have a second in my story?

My life is composed of short snippets of film.

Snippets of the grand moments in my life.

They are all filled with joy and freedom.

Even as they lay me to rest; I still feel alive.

These are the moments I will hold on to in my end.

Do you see me in the air because that is where I’ll be.

 

 

via Daily Prompt: Snippet

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Daily Prompt: One-Way To The End

Assumptions were made from the start

We thought we were on the same path

Foolishly we spoke about our chapter

The sway in your voice had an effect on me

Realization that this was a no mans land,

a one way path, came too late.

I was already in knee-deep in this mush

A one way street full of sinking sand

Yet, my hand reached out for yours

what I found was a ghost of a man

As my body sunk to the bottomless pit

my heart stayed with yours beating on last time. .

 

 

 

 

 

via Daily Prompt: One-Way

Inspirational, Poems

Deep within

Reach deep within

Look for the ugliest parts

Face what most turn a blind eye too

Face those insecurities

Turn them around in your palm

Reach deep within

Where the light does not glow

Embrace those parts of you

For they are you

Be one with the ugly

Cherish yourself

Most importantly love yourself

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Slipping

True words slip my lips

As they do I wish they didn’t

The wound left behind has depth as the ocean

True words slip my lips

I regret every vibration they create

Never again do I wish to repeat

Not in this life time or another

True words fly between us

As I wish you would stop saving me

Speak the truth and set me free

Otherwise watch my demise

True words were never spoken

Even as I passed in front of your eyes

 

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Poison

it’s slow like poison reaching the heart

we pretend we are okay

that it does not hurt to breathe

we become tired to the point of no return

our will to fight diminishes every passing day

we blame our selves and the world for the

crumbling walls within

blame everyone and everything except the one

It’s a slow poison that sweeps through the blood

Slowly it moves until it stops the heart

The one muscle that with holds beyond any regrets