''Hello, Goodbye''
More to come
Less Imma take
Sure to go
Sure to go
Away from the life of limp
Taking off, won’t hesitate
Quick you know
Quick you know
Don’t take the mind of me
I’m no longer meant to wait
Going on now
Going on now
You slow, move to the side
I got moves to make
Don’t slow me down
Don’t slow me down
We ain’t friends we ain’t foes
Passabyers in the mist
Hello, goodbye
Hello, goodbye
If you can’t give what I give;
denying reciprocity, then I insist
Fly right on by
Fly right on by
Debra Ann Harris
Categories:
hel, care, courage, goodbye,
Form: Rhyme
That’s what the Ground hogs whistle:
‘hell or high water’
then they put on their old-timey spectacles
and the glasses slip
to the end of their stubby snouts.
The squirrels climb too high
for the lower depths of Hades to reach,
but the hawks are not religious.
Daddy bought the farm
his old lady, the unmarried one,
died also
tugging at his shirt tails.
The waters receded some,
hell closed its barroom doors
to all the better critters.
Only the bottom feeders
were allowed in;
not the whales
they had outgrown heaven
and hell,
the high waters kept them safe
until the oily whalers
came back
to reclaim the low ground.
Categories:
hel, poetry,
Form: Free verse
They say that they are sorry,
They know the pain it brings.
For they are old and wiser,
They smile… and all but sing.
But they are merely shadows,
There empty eyes will see.
For I am but a vessel,
They think I’m simply bleak.
Their comfort is a burden,
A painful sort of help.
They think that they can save me,
They all delude themselves.
I do not seek such insight,
Relief of aches and pains.
I merely seek my freedom,
To be myself again.
It’s not profound by written,
And even when I speak…
The words are all but useless,
They right themselves in sleep.
For that is where I’m hidden,
Cosy in my shell.
Here I stay in heaven,
For life is all but hel...
Categories:
hel, depression,
Form: I do not know?
An angels voice with a demons mind
He speaks the truth,yet the truth he hides.
He hungers for your soul,he's here to dine
Tonights the night and now is his time.
He knows your thoughts,he feels your fear
Excitment surges he knows your near.
The funs almost over it ends with your death
and all of the pleasure that comes as he tastes your last breath.
Categories:
hel, death, loss, sad,
Form: I do not know?