From the first moment
I laid eyes on you
you were beautiful.
And misery knows misery
and I knew that too.
I stayed away.
Because believe it or not
I don’t try to fuck up,
it just comes naturally to me.
For The HatersThe key to happinessFor The Haters by Jaybird101
is often the process of elimination.
Sometimes you just gotta go around the village
cutting off heads and shit.
the sun will shine through again.
Miss Me a littleWhen I come to the end of the lineMiss Me a little by Jaybird101
With no sun on my back
Or green pastures at my feet
I want no rites in a gloom-filled room
I want no tears for a soul set free
Miss me a little but do not dwell for too long
And not with your head hung low
Remember all we once shared
All we experienced
Miss me a little but let me go
For this is a journey that we all must take
And each must go alone
It's all part of the cycle of our lives
A step on the road to home
When you are lonely and sick of heart
Go to the friends we know
And bury your sorrows
In memories of the times we shared
Miss me a little but let me go
Free KingPerhaps I will stage a comeback,Free King by Jaybird101
as if I was ever really here.
Write of new chapters and limits,
with all that has come to bear.
It started with the pursuit of change
and a blind leap of faith. I took flight
throwing caution to the wind
and bled along the way.
The landing was a treacherous one
casting bone and concrete
into the air.
When the dust settled
and the sky ceased to weep
I was a free king again.
And so I did what all kings should do.
I returned to where I'm from.
I found the people of my kingdom
to be different and yet the same.
They had a few new scars
and a little more time served
and the tattoos to document it all.
Aside from that
they were the same as I once knew,
standing with open arms.
When asked why I left
all those years ago
I told them
I did it for the children.
We rejoiced and reminisced of old times.
Then celebrated in true Spring Branch fashion
and at that point
I was reminded
of all I had missed.
Back But Not BackI'm in out mostly, so to say I'm back would be misleading. Instead I'll say I duck in from time to time just to see what you good people are all about. Oh and I leave a few pieces behind along the way. As for the whole life thing; well, it's been a bumpy ride over the last year or so but, I can honestly say I've landed on my feet and the view isn't half bad. Just been busy keeping the bad things away and the good things coming.Back But Not Back by Jaybird101
I hope this finds you all in the right light with the sun shining on your backs in a field of prosperity. Oh and a few magic mushrooms, some green grass, white sand, and wine can't hurt either.
venturei.venture by BeyondJen
Limbs pointing to the rear on bedside clocks,
where I'd wait for dreams,
used to tick tock in a melody of muscle and might,
with compelling, percussive raw nerve music.
Your simple, "Hello" shredded me to pieces,
leaving bones to snap, seeping ardor-infused marrow
into palms cupped, and offered back to you,
nourishment for a neglected soul.
Sun ray halos follow you on the gloomiest of days,
and still I beat my Icarus wings to push clouds from your path,
hoping to illuminate your heart with my fire.
I drowned that day, resurrecting only to fall again
from sun-bleached illusions back into seas of impossibilities.
Modern times have my drip-dried heart pinned on a clothesline,
a surrender flag to foreign hearts, and a beacon to unknowns and wants.
Copyright © 2012 Jen Fowler
All Rights Reserved
IrreversibleIrreversibleIrreversible by TheDarkenedBride
In between my lips you found
Gate to gardens of eden
And a ditch to swallow human sin
In crooked streets of our carnival
One sees every other lust
Wearing the face of love
Delicate virgin prostitutes
Drain first blood on demand
In careless fervent dance
And sandglass murmurs warnings
Too silent to be heard
By mortal men deafened all voluntarily
Feel free to waste your life on quest
For key that will unlock my petals
To you some enriched rainbow
A hope to hold on to,
Trap that will never let you go
A lethal weapon I confess to possess
So meet me in the night, my lord
And make sure to mislead me
To the point of no return, irreversible
Write for me like a lover does
And love me like no writer
To depth that will remain after all words you will have lost
I touch your surface, suddenly
Your core to me surrenders
Each tear becomes a bullet and my darling, you've been shot!
Rivers of honey stream though me
Like blasphemy contagious
And all your wrong does feel so right
I'll make y
Since When Did You Surrender?You hold your breath likeSince When Did You Surrender? by callerofcrows
there's a knife at your throat,
and your eyes hold nothing but
stormy resignation to this end.
who murdered your spirit?
Were it a lover, a sister, a father killed,
you would run screaming through the thunder,
but you sit like a monolith in the living room.
Your heart and mind are flint;
your imagination sparks when they collide,
and I miss the blazes you created.
Self Righteous SuicideSelf Righteous Suicide:Self Righteous Suicide by WordOfChen
In a cold world,
That has long denied the light.
As we walk alone at night.
As we dream of endless death,
As we choke away our breath.
Tormented by our dreams.
None shall hear our screams.
A taste that is sickly sweet...
Let me end,
For hope I shall not meet...
"Why should we alone cry, when angels deserve to die?"
-Chen Yuan Wen, 24th February 2012
I’m a middle aged white boy with a past, present, and god willing a future. I’ve lived hard and fast most my life and now it seems I’m tired. I work for a living and play on the weekends. I enjoy Nascar, beer, BBQ, and Bourbon. I love punk rock, Rip Hop, and Reggae music and I don’t do much without them. I enjoy tattoos, the bar scene, and my night life in general (though it’s hard on me sometimes). I try not to cause problems for anyone and I hate drama. Basically I just want to take care of my responsibilities and have a good time along the way. I guess you could say I’m a fairly simple guy.
As for writing, my interest began in late 2008-early 2009 because I never really cared much for shrinks or head doctors. Since then I like to think I’ve grown as a writer, but like most things we embark on I know I will forever be a student of literature. Now, I would love to categorize my writing style for you, throw out words like fixed form and free verse, but I gave that up almost immediately. Instead, I just call it life poetry and tag it as spoken-word leaving the rest up to you. I sincerely hope you enjoy what you find here.
Current Residence: Texas