Poems. Enjoy.

[Bluntzilla420]

Tug of Warmth

Bliss spewing unbearably, a la
Jackson Pollock in his prime;
Indelible urges
A strong submission conceived
Treading the eternal waters
Bound by the helplessness
of ill-conceived exasperation;
Partly cloudy, slim chance of rain.
Counterfeit.
Walls broken deliberately
Leap of faith, one leap
is all it takes
For better or worse
The sun still rises.

[Ypres]

Xenophobe Airport
Hands shaking uncontrollably
I'm not cold
I'm not sick
but I'm not well

The walls scream at me with their whiteness
My eyes shy away from anything meaningful
My lips remain frozen and unmoving
My hands continue to shake

I feel so very little
The open crowds confuse me
the whizzing noise of the people as they rocket past
one another
like bees in a hive
One mind spread across many

My brain short circuits at the sight
I always drop my eyes
Try to remain anonymous
Swallow saliva into my dry throat

Get me out of this terminal
get me away from these people
Stop these shaking hands

[Miss.Jane]

I like this one alot...
Reminds me of me

[Ypres]

Bittersweet Anniversary
My closed eyes see images of her
When they open they glimpse
her after a short drive
Her touch is so close
Her smile easy to find

Now we will be separated by pavement once again
By massive mountains
An ocean
and walls of concrete
I will see her in pixels
Hear her from plastic

One year ago in the hot August sun
we fell for each other
Who would have thought the next day
would be our bittersweet anniversary

[Hempfarmer]

Bravo! I wish I could articulate the way you do.

[Ypres]

The Moon's Face Frowns
In my dystopia the moon is wan
depressed and crying white tears
which stream across the sky

The clouds lumber along
like a beaten, old miner
shrunken by years of toil

The trees sway back and forth
unable to choose which way
to get further pummeled
by the unrelenting wind

Here I lay
on the cool, green ground
turning thoughts like a leaf in the wind
My frown growing
as I think of the times to come

[Ypres]

Art
The sky resembles a painting I once saw
Clouds strewn about a hole-punched skyline of navy blue
Little candles burn in those holes
Shiny little lite to my eyes

The ocean looks like a photograph
Thousands of tiny waves rippling
Tearing the sand down
There is a sail boat in the distance

The mountains seem to be a movie set
Faded and brown
More like cardboard
then colossal piles of Earth

The world is fake
Only photos and paintings
My eyes gaze upon nothing else