Nightshade

When you woke beneath sheets of leadYou struggled free of your broken bedAnd stepped out into the crumbling hallWhere spiders crept upon peeling wallsFor years you'd slept in frozen timeStuck ...

I walk past the park where children laughand take my leave from the city street.With my face and hands buried in my coat,I can't help but wonder how the years ...

Light bulbs brokeSpectres held handsWaves tore soulsI didn't realizeFire doused homesLips explodedPanes ate shardsI slept aloneElectricity dancedBoots swept streetsDissonance laughedI forgot itRain sh

This is an edit of a poem called "I Slept Alone" that I posted on here a little while ago. Any suggestions/feedback would be greatly appreciated. Thanks!I watched the rock ...

I remember you walking through the door.You were a mess, all tangles and grime and tears.And your pretty little shoes, they had gotten so dirty out in the rain and ...

I saw youin a golden street glare,tripping in your leather boots,tears sparkling onyour flushed cheeks.They would have been a plain red,had it not been for thewhispers of lost mascarathat traced ...

There is an old foundation down the street.The elderly woman next door told me that it used to be an army barrackswhere they trained soldiers for the invasion of Normandy.During ...

The angels drift slowly across the lake,wingbeats stirring ripples that wrinkle the skin of their reflected the middle they pause, and she slides her hand behind his neck,twirling her finger ...

Spoiler! : Kaitlin's and my entry for the poetry pairs contest. I used to think we’d reach heaven when we died.I trusted the stained-glass myths aboutcathedrals and golden clouds and(god)—but ...

Contains profanity. Spoiler! : Unedited NaPo. Thoughts, impressions, interpretations, criticisms and all of the like would be greatly appreciated. This will be my last non-new work I post on here, ...

13.I sold my faith to the preacherfor a matchbook and a can of worms.He gave me a little pat on the back and said,"Only you can choose between the flame ...

I am the water in the walls,seeping through the cracksand falling into your bed.I'm too cold, you say,and take your blankets to the couch.While you're gone I sink down, trying ...

I’ve spent the last four yearswith sand under my tongue and waves breaking in my ears.I’d say it was worth itif I could look you in the eye and say ...

There's a place under my eyelidswhere strangers like to drive their cars.When I was ten, I decided that their headlights were too brightand when I saw flashes coming across my ...

Sometimes, fired by cable newsand online discussion boards,I imagine a war,where everyone is dead.And everyone else is starvedand soon to be dead.And I know that there's a place,possibly on the ...

I. Sinners love Grace. She's

16+ for mildly adult themes We learned love on the dance floor because our dads didn't kiss our mums before leaving for work. With a drink for each year, ...