Inner Harbor
The full-grown son of an arrow Whose hands are free, A lonely ghost in the ocean The chance sent to me, Where the notes huddle together, Is there room for him? Not enough time to remember To collect all the sin (After sin) All the old ways of thinking A little luck, a little numb All the despair, the crying and drinking Deep in the August sun Trouble awaits behind every doorway Shakes the dust down to the bed Trying so hard to ignore them To send someone in my stead (In my stead)
Submitted by Infernal Flame — Apr 25, 2025
Burning in effigy, All that's inside of me Bleeding through self-blinded eyes Circle of agony, Hellish cacophony Deafens with too many lies Voiceless, a conscience speaks Answers that fall too meek Torments from deep inside The face in the mirror laughs Like some distorted mask Revealing there’s nowhere to hide
Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 25, 2025
In the cold of the moment Dip into the well For words that drown unspoken Another soul to sell If we were less than human We could escape ourselves But every feeling is broken There’s nothing left to tell Like welcome to a stranger We embrace in sleep Shaking hands with danger And falling through the deep
Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 25, 2025
In the dark waters standing still at dusk Looking like prey in the eyes of hawks Strangers are friends in this wondrous blue By that boarded house sleeping in at noon Looking for what slept there in the time and tide There’s a penny in the tray so I raised my knife Ambled out for love, open mouth in vain Demanding to be measured after you went away My dreams arose Name and all scarcely shown From sleep awaken You always cross it alone Walking empty handed, bending in between Fever-felled, that brittle bridge is not a dream They never broke the silence, wringing their thin hands Bright small shells lying in the sand. Watching, I wandered Along the boat and shore I thought about how long The road would let me endure
Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 25, 2025
Dry my dreaming And you are bare You make my path so narrow Five times arising there I found myself wanting Passing as all things do Fading and falling A dream of fifty two Nothing out of nowhere Falling to the sea Something into somewhere Falling out of me
Submitted by Iron_Wraith — Apr 25, 2025
Craving sleep For words too steep To turn the night’s Love to spite We’re without want Mocked and gaunt Stretched out straight All too late for us Grains of sand Through my hands Worse than death Easy as theft Every man Falls or stands In a race To find his way home
Submitted by Warbringer — Apr 25, 2025