Neon

 

I

My pages burn in an iron plate
on the wooden table
in our September hotel.
Carpet’s soaked with beer that we spilled
and I couldn’t care less about the mess.

And you spoil me, dear –
Breakfast in bed but we’ve got nothing
to cheer
for.
The smell of smoke is still in my hair
since last night’s dirty deeds,
and I don’t know what’s coming next.

I told you to wake me up
when it was over.
But it was never over
we just grew older.

We had wine when we dined,
we were classy refugees.
Your chest sheltered my cold legs
as I wrapped them around

hoping
we could be.

And I sheltered you from the outside world
because I knew it was hurting you so.
Then we lay on the floor, low
and we went with that old familiar flow.

And in the morning I knew what I had to do,
you were leaving and I couldn’t cope.
My place was here and I opened up a beer
just to throw it at the wall
looking for hope.

So it spilled on the carpet,
you came to me in a blanket.
I asked you to take my breath
and wrap it around my neck,
perhaps I need a sanity check.

And you did it, we were both into deep,
when it was finally over we couldn’t sleep.
I pulled myself out of the sheets
and left the room
and left you the keys.

Neon Mfg
BY NEON MFG

One deceived salesman

I heard the truth was different from what I know

I heard you laughing as did Romeo

But then, again, there is a dirty flow

in which you roll

and roll

and all your sides

enrapture all the vile vibes

but you do not divide

you’re whole

I’m mesmerized

But I won’t try

to get you out

because I tried once

and it suck me down

and more – you sold me out

and down

you sold me down the river

and it was for months that I shivered

and yet

I am in debt

for I preferred your cigarettes

to other more vigorous assets .

 

 

januz-miralles-2
Artwork by Januz Miralles 

 

 

 

 

lapse

It comes in portions, potions for the tired brain.

I dig my hands and toes in the current,

trying to maintain.

And I fix myself another drink

to avoid the pictures behind my eyes when I blink.

And I’ll have to cover all the white sheets with men and ink –

to prove my capacity to not and to think.

Your scenes have blackened my eyes

And I only live to acquire another vice.

And all the sad songs are lullabies

And all the memories are morning cries.

And it was never part of the plan

to be more far away than

a plane drifting to an unknown land.

 January 2017 

clint-brown
by Clint Brown

Poetry collection

So, my first poetry collection is coming to life. This is for all the sufferings and calamities of personality that I have seen for my 20 years on our beloved Planet Earth.

It is available to purchase from Janus Publishing website, I attach the link below. I also want to thank endlessly Janus for the patience and help.

The collection will appear on amazon on the 24th of August.

If you find my words compelling, let your attention stay fit. I am preparing a second collection in those unfair times of ours.

cover by Sophia Platts-Palmer
cover by Sophia Platts-Palmer

Black Words

as of now

Maybe someday we could take

our time,

and I could show you this love of mine.

And you could use your words

so fine,

and nothing would leave us blind.

We’ll run on the pavement of clouds,

and lowly we’ll leave our doubts.

And nothing will fool us false.

I want to forever be close.

To you.

But the droplets still leave tracks

on our faces,

This ground is cold and so faithless.

My love – it crumbles and shakes in.

The eyes are not fooling,

now face it.

We walk in the puddles of loss,

so mistaken.

Highly regarded as fading.

And all that we love is of now changing.

Directions are flowing, don’t blame me.

                                                                 June 2015

james flames25

a changing clarity

I am a changing clarity,

but I cannot be pure as sanity.

Wave in me,

out of the everyday scrutiny.

Somewhere where the shores are endless,

where actions cannot be helpless.

The need,

it pours in my veins.

It’s ripping me.

But I cannot get over your dignity.

I’m below the lowest I can get.

                                       July 2014

by Laura Marii
by Laura Marii