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I'm surrounded by a sea of people
As far as the eye can see
All flowing in the same direction
And just floating along, is me

I've been wading in this water
Letting it carry me any way
Not caring about which direction
And never having any say

After wading all this time though
My legs started growing tired
So finally it was time to choose
Which direction I desired

But the problem with floating along
Was that I never became aware
I wasn't really a part of the waves
I was just sort of...there

What I wanted didn't matter
The waves still moved as one
Whether I moved with or against them
Didn't matter in the long run

Then I thought I better get out
And give myself some time to think
But I couldn't see the shore anymore
And with that, I started to sink

Now I'm surrounded by a sea of people
As far as the eye can see
All still flowing in the same direction
But drowning in it, is me
"I used to think the worst thing in life was to end up all alone. It's not. The worst thing in life is to end up with people that make you feel all alone." Robin Williams <3
Wow, I am so honored that this was chosen for daily poem and that I have received so many friendly comments.
Thank you all for your friendly words and messages, and for your love and support. You have no idea how much it means to me. <3
 Jul 2013 Joshua R Laird
cyrus
brachiosaurs were tall,
so they got hit by meteorites first.
but ichthyosaurs died slowly in water that
isn't warm anymore, because a blanket
of grey hair (there will be mammals soon)
knocked out the sun in a prize-
fighting match. i took a shard
of space rock in my belly that
tunneled into my backbone (the ancient
arthropods died too) but you got frozen, by
that ashen sky, slowly, while
your ocean got colder.
the sand shivered too.
Fear Closes in, Shadows become darker.
My life is full of disappointment and despair.

The sun no longer shines for me,
Its been missing for some time.
I feel like I am paying for someone else's crime.

I wake up in the morning,
feeling as tired as wehn I went to sleep.
Every part of my body hurts
As I lay here and weep.

What do you do when you feel this way?
When you no longer want to try,
When everything inside of you wants to give up and die?

Night turns to day and day turns to night,
And every second I am slipping,
Wanting to give up this never ending fight.
Run away from here
to the sea
where you can finally find comfort
in the lulling waves
and simplicity of the deep blue
run away from here
and I will find you

Run away from here
to the forest green
make friends with all the animals
and tell them your secrets
climb trees like they are mountains
and howl with the wolves
at the crisp blue moon
run away from here
and I will find you

Run away from here
to the top of a building
watch pedestrians walk by
with ants on the way to their hill
contemplate jumping
but decide against it
when you find the girl in the building across
is quite pretty
and likes to dance with the windows open
to jazz and hip hop
run away from here
and I will find you

Run away from here
to the desert heat
pile sand on your legs
for warmth at night
throw stones at the vultures
to keep them away
run away from here
and I will find you
 Jun 2013 Joshua R Laird
Sam
I’ll try to write a poem for you
To show how much I care.
I’ll try to write a poem for you
To show that I wouldn’t dare
Hurt you in anyway way
Shape, or form.
I just want to hold you
And keep you extra warm.
I’ll try to write a poem
To document my love
I’ll try to write a poem,
It’s the only thing I can think of.
But the feelings I keep having
Whenever you’re around
Are something I can not describe
I can’t even make a sound.
You make me oh so happy
Still I tremble with great fear
That eventually you’ll speak those words
That I’m not strong enough to hear.
I feel it is inevitable
For you to soon realize
That I am just a giant mess
Hiding behind these eyes.
I’ve never met a single man
Or woman, young or old
As truly wonderful as you,
You fit my “perfect” mold.
I’m worried that just maybe
We’re taking things too fast
But I can’t put on the breaks
I just want this to last.
I’ve never felt like I deserved
Someone as amazing as you
I never thought that you’d exist
You’re far too good to be true.
So maybe it’s all a lovely dream
From which I’ll soon awake,
But I pray to whatever’s out there
That you are mine to take.
I don't have the proper words to explain how utterly amazing this person is.  
If I could get out the right words, words that are worthy of him..I'd probably be an instant award winning poet.
 Jun 2013 Joshua R Laird
Sam
The Bar
 Jun 2013 Joshua R Laird
Sam
It is pitiful
The fact that the bar is where I find my pleasure.
Not for the alcohol, no not exactly.
But for the freedom it brings.

In the bar I am someone
I never could be.
In the bar I am seemingly
Happy.

How many ways can I say that I was not myself?
I was someone who I could only
Hope to be.
Someone that is not, never will be me.

How many times can I say how lovely it was?
How can I even begin to explain?
If I try I shall seem
Like a horrible person.

It is not for the alcohol,
But for what it can do.

How can I possibly explain the intensity of it all?
To be everything I am not.
Transformed in a night.

To crawl away from the monsters,
For just a few hours.
A happiness so fake, but even I was deceived.
Even I fell for the act.

I was complimented on my smile,
My up-beat attitude.
Kissed for my positivity.
My non-existent happiness.

I played it so well
That for a moment
Even I believed it
To be true.
I think it's just mostly,
not ever really having anything
to look forward to.
Not expecting anything
but still the disappointment of knowing
nothing is coming.
It's just like,
I know the day is supposed to be special
so it makes me sad
that it feels like just another day.
My birthdays tomorrow.
October's bellowing anger breaks and cleaves
The bronzed battalions of the stricken wood
In whose lament I hear a voice that grieves
For battle’s fruitless harvest, and the feud
Of outraged men. Their lives are like the leaves
Scattered in flocks of ruin, tossed and blown
Along the westering furnace flaring red.
O martyred youth and manhood overthrown,
The burden of your wrongs is on my head.
 Oct 2012 Joshua R Laird
Jessie
Beautiful lies,
Easy life
tell me,
how do you live?
Through a twisted view?
Drugs through the naked veins?
Kisses through venomous dreams.
Beautiful girl whats wrong?
so many faces forgotten places.
don't listen to their words
ignore the worst
you will survive,
you always do
every thought in your head
run from what you don't understand
just take his hand
don't look back
shatter your brutal walls of ice and pain
just let him love you,
yes its difficult,
his words are like drugs soothing every wound inside
you get the feeling and urge to just drown in his arms every night
beautiful girl... i think you have found the one,
stay this time.
Don't ever leave
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