On the river bank, they wait like brooding clouds, waiting to rain. Staring at me with dark, beady eyes penetrating my soul with pain.
By Paul Crocker7 years ago in Poets
I don't talk, I won't talk, I can't... talk. Not to you. Not now, not ever. I am invisible forever. Or am I? I've discovered that these walls are not all stone.
There's a man sat upon a counter, staring into space. Look closely and you see an empty expression on his face. After the light is switched off and door locked, he'll begin to breathe.
In the night, as you sleep. You may hear a rhythmic creek. But don't get up for heaven's sake. You don't understand the trouble you'll make.
He was a man I thought I'd be with for eternity. Always assumed his flame would proudly burn for me. Until I found the pictures he didn't want me to see.
To my love, I'm sending you a letter first class. It explains my inner feelings so you don't have to ask. I hope you understand the honesty of my past.
Homophobic man, that I spy. I'm not going to drop and die. Give me all you got. Sorry to disappoint you, but I won’t rot.
The day I went south. My secret lover remained. He was still on my mouth. His love was contained. A lasting kiss. From his lips to mine.
Floating around in an oceanic womb. Some so deep in the liquid tomb. Individually invisible to the naked eye. Until they fall from the sky.
I was like a balloon on a child's wrist. Being tugged and yanked, my every move was his. All that force began to fray the tether.
Pass me by and dare you not take a second look. At the face that held the smile that you took. Commit me to the ground for the words I've said.
Wake me from my slumber with a jolt start. An idea to stimulate my mind and a new love to freshen my heart. Something's coming straight at me at hurtling speed.