VanLeon

You
in your checkered blue
Show me something new
Medicate my mind
Infatuate my soul
You
In your checkered blue
Show me something new
Show me how to trip
Not how to stumble
You
In your checkered blue
Show me something new
Twisted lullabies
Induced by fields of poppies
You
In your checkered blue
Turn me into something new

----Share your poems----

wanderluster

I write tons of poetry, but to spare you guy's eyes I will only post 2.

I've been walking on this dusty road for awhile now Holding my hand above my eyes and blocking the firestarter from blinding me.

With a ball and chain bound to my feet, rolling in the hot sand beside me.

But this is where I usually choke/Where it all fails to work/Where so many times I've broke.

So what's different this time/Do I keep trudging through this dust and grime/ Or wilt in the sand and hope I'll be fine

I pull thick sand with each step I take/If I keep moving the beloved bow will break/Instead this journey I continue to make.

With the carnivorous sun eating at me/Reminising the young girl I used to be/The one that sang lullabys from the tops of a tree.

Though she beckons I continue anyhow/Setting a determined look upon my brow/The hunger of determination stinging me now

I feel the burn of the picked up pieces digging in my shoulder/Thrown in my backpack instead of waiting till the damage is over/ I work my feet through the sand and with each move I get a year older.

This quest away from the naive girl in the mirror/The girl so easily stricken with terror/If up against her now I would shine superior.

Drops of yearning trickle from my neck down my back/An endless desert in front of me with only the compass of this God forsaken track/Praying the steady ground beneath me grants me the confidence and doesn't crack.

wanderluster

Here's another one.

His love marks covered him.
The blood dried cuts and blue bruises.
All of which he had excuses.

He never fought back.
Never cried.
He could win, but never tried.

His dad didn'nt mean it.
All those words he said.
But he knew he would'nt stop untill he was dead.

He was young.
Not in the least naive.
He tried to tell but was not believed.

Each night a new burn.
A new bruise, a new cut.
He hid it all, including his guts.

His laughter was hushed.
His smile diminished.
Never to return until daddy was finished.

That was dad's way.
Of showing his love.
After mom went to the place up above.

Then one day he ran.
Anywhere but there.
In the woods, he found a girl so fair.

She had love marks.
Black and blue.
"They cover me" she said.
He said "me too".

They made a plan.
To show both daddys their love.
To take a gun and send them to the place above.

At nightfall they went.
Hand in hand.
Hungry for revenge.
Hunting each man.

First was hers.
Asleep in his bed.
Until a single bullet classified him dead.
Next came his.
In a drunken slumber.
He pulled the trigger.
The man was outnumbered.

They left into the night.
As swift as they came.
They laughed and they skipped at their victory game.