Tag Archives: Dreams

Whatever Remains

The remnants of the night tend to linger in my clothes;

the scent of liquor won’t leave my vest,
nor will that girl’s perfume, who was trying her best
my favorite shirt still smells of cigarette smoke,
or the drunken breath of the older bloke
the unsynchronised beats of the music failed to entice me
no sweat seeped into my skirt, I didn’t set myself free
nor did I get lost in the ogling man’s eyes,
turning him down was his most unpleasant surprise
I didn’t come close to anyone’s lips,
that reeked of mistakes and unfortunate slips
I went home with a friend, who remained by my side
kissed him good night, let everything else slide

And the following morning, when only memories remain
I can wash out the proof of their existence, though to me, it’s all the same
Because at least I can make all these disappear,
while you, I cannot
you are always right here
in my mind, never to be forgot

BY: Sara TK

Brick Building

Staring from a window
In my old brick building
Mortar drying in the sun
Didn’t feel it tumbling

It came by such a surprise
When I came shooting down
a million flights
With no sign or warning

I look around to find
In the cloudy haze of dust
Some things of mine
By which I am surrounded

I’m stuck in the rubble
My legs paralyzed
I just might lose my life
My world was crumbling

there is no one around
To hear me cry for help
the screams were silent
I have to lift myself

BY: Simsonya read more @ http://allpoetry.com/Simsonya

To Give

I found myself with such a nagging head,
When questioning the stinging of the cost,
To think and see if it would help indeed,
Would paying up belay such an accost?

And then a gilded thought occurred to me,
That maybe there was something to uncover,
To look beyond what weary eyes could see
and find potential that I might discover,

And so I made the countenance to pay,
Becalmed that I had found a sound result,
To lend my money, cherishing the day
when empathy defeated human fault,

I find myself with gratitude’s compression,
The gift of giving stirring up compassion.

By: Hegemony

Artist of The Week Time!

This week artist of the week is a very interesting writer from AP. Her pen name is Hegemony, she is has been writing a while and altho she is not an expert at it I think that you might have a fun time reading what she got to offer. She was a victim of child abuse from a very young age. She also suffers from autism and ADHD. She is in my opinion is a very strong woman that has survived on many life’s worst nightmare. She now writes about her struggles and some of the most honest poems I have seen in a while. I hope you guys really enjoys her stuff and share the ones that touched you the most. You can find her poetry right here —> http://allpoetry.com/Hegemony 🙂

The Wild West (Unfinished)