POETRY THURSDAY

The Queen Is Dead

 

It came like morse code consistent and structured with its secret message burning in its electric impulses, gathered like a fool and his possessions that crawled in with anxiety and danced out with glee and it's not that the bitch in me ever lied, but simply took a ride to look for you out west somewhere belted in for her own protection, severed from society like a sixty year old cabaret that just received its final call. No matter how far we travelled inconspicuously, there is not a road we traced on the map with spiteful fingers that showed an exit sign or a wooden gate or any green flashes that dared to show along the way It should have been easy, the exodus. It should have been the outright truth that flickered those chosen signals back to us in simple terms, scratching out our temperamental hate like knives and forks screeching on cheap rounded plates playing waterphone sounds to the sweet center of our ears that eventually hit the three and a half pound barricade we were yet to escape. And they shot the knighted messenger on his white horse who only bared the message that the Queen was dead and to mourn her civil death in the small hours of the aftermath.

Written by Missy

 

 

 

 

My Sky Has Fallen

 

Surrender was my problem Guess I have it bad No idea really I would end up such a sad lad "Mercury falling I rise from my bed Collect my thoughts together I have to hold my head" Put my faith totally In the power of the love Such a nice fit Thought she was sent from some power above "It seems that she's gone Leaving me too soon I'm as dark as December I'm as cold as the Man in the Moon" At first I thought should I plead But I know not what I did See her in his arms In dejection my face I hid "I walk through the day My coat around my ears I look for my companion I have to dry my tears" Heart string are torn From what seems a million cuts Those things that made me happy No relief in a major rut "I can't make up the fire The way that she could I spend all my days In the search for dry wood" Time is suppose to heal Like the pain that clouds my eyes Wonder if any brain cell still works Maybe from the start to myself I lied So I will just ask you With any motion you engage Be oh so patient As I try to turn a page... Quotations courtesy of Sting, "Hounds of Winter"

Written by JAZZMANOR

 

 

 

Take Me Away Tonight

 

Take me away tonight
From this world
Lead me to

My new home
Leave me alone
With knives so sharp

Let me cut myself
Watch me cry
My tears, so dark

Let my arms
Bleed out black
Hear me scream

Your name so loud
Pleading for you to help
Than walk away

Don't show you care
Move on
Let me disappear

At my funeral
Sing a happy song
Than go have fun

All night long
Celebrate my death
Sing the quiet song

Written by NaeNae