M&MS BATTLE THREAD

9)

At midnight
she drinks coffee
if things aren't
the way she planned.

By 2 am
she's covered in
paint trying to escape.

Then at 5
there's a knock
at the front door
he has roses and tears.

When the sun
begins to rise
tomorrow

everything will
be back to
normal.

10.)

It's the blue face,
that's slick,
that ticking, twitch,
the thick blue stitching
across the wrist,
the orange numbers,
silver, scratched, a polish
and a thrumming click
...my new watch is sick.

1.)
7 line etheree

Strum,
volume
wooden hum,
nylon warble
mellow, simple lake
golden, lilting, I need
only my guitar in hand.

2)

Today is only a
single day.

Yesterday's
nothingness
passed away
with night

and tomorrow
is promising
something
so much more

than this.

3)

It's your end so we'll pretend
to love you all you want. I
doubt a kiss widens the rose
well aware its time is almost
gone. You know, there's nothing
more to you to us than this.

But it matters not,
so we'll pretend to love you
all you want. Then shed more
than tears at your grave once
and never, together and alone

forever.

4).

If You Can't Hang by: Sleeping With Sirens

Keep in mind,
we are hurricanes
and foolish spirits
who talk like
timebombs waiting
to win.
So if you don't
plan to commit
to a life of calming
the storm inside, then go,
take the competition
and the clouds you tried
to blind me in.

5).

Trains bow before him and
traffic lights are stupidly transfixed
by his human nature....
He twiddles his thumbs, rocks his knees
and grunts to stale, smoky air as
patience ages his soul.

He stops every few miles,
feeling like the world doesn't need him
to move forward, that maybe he doesn't
exist, at all.

6)

my love's locked
in my mouth, but
she has no knowledge
that she belongs to
only me. Shall she
have the last laugh,
or shall I?

7)

into water - into red
deep as the rose
creaking nights stormed
into empty-hearted homes
flinging strings of thinly calm
moonlight carrying her on

she - the one made of roses.

8.)

I like knees that do not knock,
that do not stay,
that do not lock.
I like knees that have more ease,
that shiver and quiver
in a summer breeze.

9.)

Dear midnight,
I dislike your jumbling chimes,
your slick black night, and
cold clocks ticking into tomorrow.

10).

Awaiting dreams
of cold steel gray,
I create teams
for darkness to sway.
Clarity runs on rivers
I have not swam,
keeping to nightly shivers,
howls, and ghostly dams.

1).

Cinquain

Release
omnipotent
prompting light to escape
exposing caves of bitterness
freedom.

2)

The life i live is odd,

there's shapeless hope
molding rain

as sour grapes poison
your favorite wine.

And here i am,
dying in my own arms,

again.

3)

You say I am so young,
you don't know the life
I live.

So remember me now
as I hold you close
and whisper,

"To fly among
the rose's sweet
pastel roses at
the end..."

I will kiss you
before continuing,

"That is my
final wish."