The Official ATS Poetry Thread

Well, here we go again
time to heed the Warnings
my madness settles by
the road. Can you feel
the hateful chill, the tears
and your ugly memories.
Look in the mirror, see him
the fat man, his fat wife and
their round headed little boy.
They bought him a toy, a
small plane with purple wings
and pitted from the war.
Take the sacraments from
the paper bag, the offerings,
the paper masks, the lucky
rabbits foot and a paper peso.
Will your refuge be enough?
Heed the warnings...

The waiting room was bright.
the man they call straw eyes
asks, "what have you been
up to"
I'm leaving she said; to
the land or rainbow
clouds, to find a new
Joy and an new pride/

a reply to: olaru12

I dream every night.
Visions of my past,
stalk my darkened sight.
I dread flaking on my bed,
then waking up,
turning my head.

Oh god!
What have I done.
I've missed something, failed.
Eyes open, the nightmare has won.
Up I rise again,
For reflection.

Bally

I just spent an hour copy and pasting the one's of mine I thought worthy, into my notebook.

I enjoyed this thread an all that was contributed.

All These poems of mine are now copyrighted to the WGA.

throw them in the garbage now if you want.

Plants are pregnant
The moths are fed
Thoughts quietly harmed towards usefulness
Night makes her bargains