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 Feb 2016 Arvie G
amabel
One crumpled paper after another
into the trash can.
I can't seem to get these thoughts
out onto paper.
If I should die for my country,
and no one comes to place flowers on my grave,
would I make a sad poem?
 Jan 2016 Arvie G
Got Guanxi
Sense
 Jan 2016 Arvie G
Got Guanxi
Just because it sounds good. Doesn't mean it makes sense.
10w
My greatest fear
Is becoming a woman that needs a man to survive

My greatest fear
Is that you'll wake up one day and you won't need me anymore
 Jan 2016 Arvie G
wordvango
just
 Jan 2016 Arvie G
wordvango
is a little something
or excuse why
or a pause when I think
of you
I was once full of damnation,
But you called me and gave me salvation,
You saved me from evils' manipulation.
Anger was my motivation,
And desire for wrong things;my inspiration,
I had no hope for a future heavenly nation.
All I knew was condemnation,
But Christ,you took my hand and swept me off my feet,
Taught to me how to dance to your beat,
And my life is no longer under "the heat".
 Jan 2016 Arvie G
Carrey C
I sleep, in sleep perchance to dream a dream

to see, to live, that which I cannot live.

Sometimes of ghosts and thrilling mysteries,

to wake in racing, violent thumping beats.

Sometimes of buildings, large, uncanny, real,

to wake with wonder, bewildered and confused.

Sometimes of faces, strange and odd and queer,

to wake, and, disoriented, shake my head.

Sometimes of you and I in love and then

I wake, to smile, to sigh and then to cry.

I sleep, in sleep perchance to dream a dream

to see, to live a love that cannot be.
 Jan 2016 Arvie G
stas
Break my heart, make me believes it's out of love.
 Jan 2016 Arvie G
Maple Mathers
Something within me
Just isn’t quite right,
Edging its way
Right into the light

Is it my fault,
Or is it my genes?
My mental unrest
Is more than it seems.

From inside my mind
This flaw is long etched
Bound and entwined
This bottle; my sketch

These spirits cajole me;
Caress, lick, and tame
Then slaughter my conscience
In shambles, my brain

My epitaph states
If I were to die
Of my lack of control;
An unanswered cry

And where can I go?
This race, can I halt?
The best and the worst;
It’s namely my fault.

Something inside me
Deep under my skin
Isn’t quite right
Diseased from within

Fallen above
The height of alone,
The solitude found
Is what I condone;

Hidden, and silent
Inside my cocoon
My demons and I;
ALONE, in my room.
My mind is shot. My words are not. So, here's what tumbled out.



All poems original Copyright of Eva Denali Will © 2015, 2016.
 Jan 2016 Arvie G
nivek
Blocked
 Jan 2016 Arvie G
nivek
A shockingly brutal and twisted mind
took me where I would rather not go
danger red flagged and a sickness curse
was deeper than I would ever choose
for myself. And in that moment I knew
evil incarnate through the voice of a poem
and the poet revelled in its madness
a hellish spirit bent on destruction.
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