Twisted road, twisted grillTwisted bones, breathing stilledFurrowed grass, broken fenceTree trunk scarred, tin can bentDrip drip bloodDrip drip fuelSignal the end of an existence so cruelly endured Life extinctDNRNature will conceal the scarThe scene no more will be a sceneLittle sign what once had beenA tortured soul with tortured thoughtsUnable to reconcile his lossWith … [Read more...] about Treedom, By: Gordon Roberts
When My Heart Has Turned To Dust, By: Leonard Newman
Into the future I’ve blindly blundered While the past is a wheel that spins in a rut But I charge on regardless, just like the six hundred Shell shocked, and bloody from wounds that have cut You’ve cursed me, you’ve blessed me, I’ve whispered and thunderedBut nothing remains when my heart’s turned to dust … [Read more...] about When My Heart Has Turned To Dust, By: Leonard Newman
The Rose, By: Patsy McGlone
Flowers flickedWith the evening’s fallBrightly freshenedTo meet another dayYet stands the roseRed in beautyIts messageSparking awarenessIn occasional senses … [Read more...] about The Rose, By: Patsy McGlone
Devastation Before Breakfast, By: Gordon Roberts
It's not the way that you wentThat surprised meIt's the way that I knewIt wasn't the sight of you sitting so stillThat destroyed meYou know I've seen it beforeYour skin so cold to the touchDidn't phase meI lived it half my lifeLeaving you thereFor strangers to stareIt disturbed meBut your vacant eyesReflecting the skiesWhere once was my lifeNearly killed me … [Read more...] about Devastation Before Breakfast, By: Gordon Roberts
Late Night Letters To Them, By: Rue Mour
there’s not much romance in the things I want to do you but maybe there is i want to taste your sleep i want the scent of you in the morning to permeate my skin like an invisible sonnet i want to wear the moment you called out for a deity you don’t believe in as a shroud i hate that I know you’re waking up with someone else. … [Read more...] about Late Night Letters To Them, By: Rue Mour