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I just cant say I'm sorry
and I don't know why?
And if I did,
I wouldn't know how
too much water under the bridge
to bring it all up now.
Caught with my foot in my mouth
I just want to shut down!
Drawing the life out of everyone,
I wear a perpetual frown.
Don't bother stopping by
or coming around
I'll only bring you sadness
of that there is no doubt.
In the very beginning,
I felt there was a way out,
but time has had it's way
of turning me due south.
Best anniversary, a day so sweet
A time to celebrate our love complete
The years have passed, yet our bond still strong
In each other's arms is where we belong
We've weathered storms and danced in the rain
Our hearts intertwined, forever the same
On this special day, we look back with pride
And toast to the love that will never subside
We had a nice dinner Easter Sunday
it was the end of March and I drank again
a tad too much tryna numb my brain
and mistook champagne for lidocaine
consumed till I faint, woke up 1 am, I may
have slept over to April's thirst day
Sentient beings distraught
psyche rent asunder
courtesy false accusations
heated words exchanged like gunfire
pox upon the house of Deborah Hunter,
a vicious vindictive
girlish looking septuagenarian woman
buzzfeeding unfounded conspiracy
that the missus steals packages
ever since we moved here
at Highland Manor Apartments
A dance to my April
With rose dress flattering on the side
And long nylon tale ,tight up with beads
Bright and shiny beautiful month
Singing and dancing through the night
A dance to my April
Flowers blooming and leaves became green
Grateful and gratitude were all over the mood
My month April made aprons to the women's
A dance to my April
By Lehlohonolo Lefera
Friends can turn
From a mistake
Just misunderstood
The world can shake
I never lied to you
I just played the game
So did you, and I thought
It would always be the same
And yet when you don't
Bother to stick together
How am I the bad guy
For fighting the weather
I'm a manipulator and a liar
Simply for not joining you
Well, you didn't even ask me
What was I supposed to do?
Their memories shape and blend who I am.
Those I miss and are no longer here.
They’re like a crazy-long book that feels way to brief,
filled with short stories I never tire of. With each reading
from my book of hearts, I am grateful to the gifted authors
who share with me freely, what they still want to say,
written with love in stories that will always reside there.
I wish I could tell you all the things I'm thinking.
How I want to hold onto your arm when we walk
How I want to see you every day
How I want to go hiking with you
at that place you told me about
How I desperately want to know what your hand feels like in mine
How your lips feel on mine...
The grey of days
reach in to surround me.
To find a new peace
is where I am bound.
To shake off this feeling
and find a rebound.
To replace my footing
on more stable ground.
The future approaches
and with it a challenge.
To give in, or fight
with a glorious sound!
A flash of lightning illuminating a
golden staircase and forks with violent
Snaps splitting the dome of vastness
Knifing through the cold blackness
Jumping from the black mamba clouds
Then targeting with wild cracks and
Whips splitting the sky in half
With white sparks
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