Late night on the I can’t sleep train… It just keeps going Nowhere Fast and Time Is not of essence unfortunately. The only thing I can think is Write a Write of Feeling that stows upon me this evening. And so with Her Magical Pen and this in heart she began ~
Genre: Love, Romance, Loneliness
Stranger In Love….
Late night on the I can’t sleep train… It just keeps going Nowhere Fast and Time Is not of essence unfortunately. The only thing I can think is Write a Write of Feeling that stows upon me this evening. And so with Her Magical Pen and this in heart she began ~
Stranger things have Happened I must Say. It must lead to something greater than the unknown I pray it leads me straight to You and You to Me anticipation it has killed me before I feel it’s different this time though….. Beautiful?! One might ask: My Reply is only this to you, Beyond Beautiful He is indeed but of this you would only know if my eyes were yours for a moment in this time to see just as I see He. Stranger things as said have happened indeed. Scared? Yes!!!! Terrified if I must add, Not of One Another But of Each Self and what we both harbor. “What If” we just gave up He on I and I on He “What if” I don’t want that to be Our Goodbye; We Just Began this journey him and I “What if” Is not in Our Stars so why are we Fighting A War Within knowing The outcome of Our own self Battle Neither one of us has yet to win. I give you this very day the key to my domain my Sacred Place Very few have ever been allowed in please remember they don’t make duplicates be cautious yet gentle what your holding Is beyond repair if ever broken or filled with despair. One last thing I must write on the lines of your Soul, so if ever apart you may hear them whisper upon every beat of your heart: Not by Accident……Coincidence Agreed! Only Angels hear the tears of pain we cry the ones that fall from our eyes and flood our souls beyond our control… Perhaps we pained simultaneously that day for we may never know how our story was told only how it’s supposed to read: You ~ Me ~ Our beautiful destiny.
It was clear Lester was an old fool
Perusing that which is Delphic
In vain attempts
To seek divine forgiveness
For a sweet tooth for sin
And maladies of every nature
Only to give invitation to fear
And impercievable things
He will never know
Nor comprehend
Genre: New Goth
The Problem With Lester by Damian Christopher
It was clear Lester was an old fool
Perusing that which is Delphic
In vain attempts
To seek divine forgiveness
For a sweet tooth for sin
And maladies of every nature
Only to give invitation to fear
And impercievable things
He will never know
Nor comprehend
The fool,
Blind to his folly
In pursuance of the impish and profane
In time, discovers their true associations
And maledictory nature
Injurious and virulent
He is soon bedeviled
To an eternity of futile pursuits
And a congregation of shame
The fool,
Mute to the whispers of the trees
Cries of the wind
And counsel of wild things
Wages wisdom for lunacy
Peculiarly, the selfish loon
For his vessel is perverse
Habitual in enduring disgrace
And he is forever weary
The fool,
His fate, kismet quelled
For there are those
That lay eyes upon us
Regardful our every deed
For the the price of redemption loss
In the hands of the damned
Is their baneful inclination
The fool,
A slave to his every whim
Devoid of prerogative
And sweet reason
Clever in his naiveté
But moored by dark, grave principalities
Like a hoary beast of burden
Fallen from grace
Even unto his last days
In misery, He shall amain in vain
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Memory…
You erase everything
with a sponge
when you want…
You keep only the minimum
those small things
that were wrong done,
Genres: Rhyme, Love, Relationship
ΜEMORY by Tzoutzi Mantzourani
Memory…
You erase everything
with a sponge
when you want…
You keep only the minimum
those small things
that were wrong done,
but so sweet,
so full of lust
so very well lived.
Ah… the memory!!!
I forgot your face
I can’t even remember
your eyes anymore.
Only, when the weather
changes,
few words, sharp as
a knife
just few words…
when we said goodbye.
I don’t even remember
what they were anymore…
Just the pain..
the pain of the moment
Only that I feel in my heart…
Only that….I remember.
On Sunday we spoke
A few words, loving yet not a lot
On Monday we spoke
She was hopeful to move
Out of that sad situation
I was eager to help her be free again
Genre: Relationship, Love, Romance
ONLY A MATTER OF TIME
by Coni Koepfinger
On Sunday we spoke
A few words, loving yet not a lot
On Monday we spoke
She was hopeful to move
Out of that sad situation
I was eager to help her be free again
On Tuesday there was no more time
To say anything more
To plan anything
To get a bed or to pack
Dreams, new dreams gone.
Just gone.
We were so hopeful.
At last, after seven years, free.
If only we could see
The time vanishing
Right before our eyes
If only we could hear
It all winding down
In the human heart
Those slow burning embers
Of human desperation
Sizzling out to ash
Why is it always too late
To late to take out the trash
And to let the other love you
It’s always a matter of time
Isn’t it?
A matter of time.
Yet what is time?
And why am I still surprised
By my ignorance
By my arrogance
Why do we always want more time
Perhaps it’s ego
To want to know
To want to go back in time
To make the words all rhyme
To let our last words be loving ones
And to make more, just a little more time.
The theme to this poem is obsession. I became friends with a pro wrestler and I picked up one of his fan mail. I was amazed on how desperate this person was for attention.
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Get to know poet Stephanie Crosby:
1) What is the theme of your poem?
The theme to this poem is obsession. I became friends with a pro wrestler and I picked up one of his fan mail. I was amazed on how desperate this person was for attention.
2) How would you like people to respond when they read or watch your poetry reading?
The same reaction of shock that I felt.
3) How long have you been writing poetry?
For roughly 3 years.
4) Do you have a favorite poet?
Eargar Allen Poe
5) What influenced you to submit to WILDsound and have your poetry performed by a professional actor?
I wanted my work to be read and to be seen by the public.
6) Do you write other works? scripts? Short Stories? Etc..?
I am also a novelist. Which brings out my plug for my novel ‘The Last Virgin Alive’ which is available on Amazon at this press time. It is about a young girl’s girl struggle to keep her virginity.
7) What is your passion in life?
My passion in life is writing. Being able to get all of my emotions out on paper is great and to have people to relate is amazing.
I never had my poem recited by someone else. I saw the website and just decided to give it a try. I’m not a winner of anything so when I actually won this opportunity I was really proud of myself. Along with the book I put this poem in, my first book THE MARKS ON MY SKIN.
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Get to know poet Sherille Williams:
1) What is the theme of your poem?
The name of my poem is called Forgiveness
2) How would you like people to respond when they read or watch your poetry reading?
I would like people to respond to this poem by understanding this feeling of forgiveness is not easy but simple.
3) How long have you been writing poetry?
I been writing poetry since I was 14. I use to play my Alicia keys music and incorporate that along with the pain I endured in my life.
4) Do you have a favorite poet?
My favorite poet is Emily Dickinson, not only for her work but how she lived her life. She secluded herald from others and I have a bad habit of doing that.
5) What influenced you to submit to WILDsound and have your poetry performed by a professional actor?
I never had my poem recited by someone else. I saw the website and just decided to give it a try. I’m not a winner of anything so when I actually won this opportunity I was really proud of myself. Along with the book I put this poem in, my first book THE MARKS ON MY SKIN.
6) Do you write other works? scripts? Short Stories? Etc..?
Yes, I am a songwriter and regularly co write with other artists. I am also writing my debut novel.
I have not wire turn short stories in a long time so no I have not, if the idea was presented to me then I would not mind using my creative mind to help out.
7) What is your passion in life?
My passion in life is helping others. If I cannot help you then I feel bad so writing poetry for allows me to use the stories of people I know and use my own experience to help others. Understanding someone else’s thoughts usually seem a one sided. So with creative writing it allows me to place in different perspectives but the raw truth.
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