The Darkness
By Drake Desire
As I disappear in to the darkness.
The cold surrounds me,
The bitterness sets in
The light becomes dim
The day is gone
The night has come
The emptiness swallows me whole
The darkness fill me in
The pain of the day
Fades way to the cold of the night
Lay there in the darkness begging for sleep
Nay sleep never comes
I toss and I turn
I close my eyes to the night
I open my ears to the sounds
I fell nothing but stillness
I ache from the trials of the day
I moan from the pain
I ache
I ache
Where will the suffering stop
When will the happiness come
How will I know it when I see
How will it come
I lay in wait
I lay in darkness
Waiting for something
Waiting for the new day
"Unwanted" Author: April Morone
Stop that, now
Maybe you should get away
This isn't how
This is supposed to be-
This isn't okay
The way that you touch me,
The way you stand a bit too close,
The way that you hug too long
And a bit too tightly
Makes crossing that line harder to oppose
Step away!
It shouldn't be this way-
We're just too close.
Don't want to be turned on,
Not by you, today.
It's safer away.
But if ready for more
Than just give that okay-
Let me know your intentions, Please
I implore.
"Meld" Author: April Morone
Date, written: May 21rst, 2013
I feel your arms
Wrap around my body
From behind me
As you wrap me in a hug,
Silently.
I lean back into you,
Relish your sweet embrace,
Feel your chest against my back,
And feel your cheek
Rub against my face.
And I breathe, deeply,
At the same time as you,
Then play my fingers along your skin
As you do on mine,
Too.
So, I turn to you
And take in the sight of you
As you look down on me
With a soft look of love
And of yearning, too.
And I realise, now,
That I don't want this to end
As I look at you,
Because seeing how you look at me
Shows that this love is true.
So, I take you in my arms,
Lovingly, too,
And meld with you
As I give myself
Completely to you.
The Battlefield of Life
By Drake Desire
A small poem about the everyday war of life
The day is dark and gloomy as
I walk through the battlefield covered in blood.
I look around on all the
fallen warriors who have fought the battle of life.
Warriors with nothing to show for
their tireless fighting but their limbs
being severed from their bodies from
the sharpened swords of their enemies.
I see young men that never had a chance
to lead a full life lying in a mass of death.
I continue on through the field of blood.
I look up from the torn and battered bodies,
I see an image of a warrior.
The image becomes more defined as I approach it.
The figure is of the Angel of Death in his blackened armor.
Standing atop of a small hill of the fallen warriors'
souls that he has taken that day.
As I continue to approach the Warrior of Death
I draw my sword and prepare for battle.
The angel draws his jagged and bloody blade from its sheath of darkness.
He starts to move towards me and swings his sword.
His darkness misses me and it is a fatal error.
I swing my sword and strike the Angel of Death to the ground.
I have become victorious, and my life is to keep for another day.
As his body hits the ground light breaks through the darkness.
I then wake from the long and dark night.
