Preston Gearin
Preston Gearin
2 hours ago

I'm depressed, the lesson I learned about
Life is that it's hell in its essence.
I don't wanna live wanna leave all this
And escape from the present.
I look in the mirror and just see a mess.
It's getting clear, perhaps it's for the best
To disappear and fade away all my fear;
Share it all with the rest of those
Who appear to illuminate by their presence.

Called Satan and left him a message, nobody's there.
I would leave a voicemail but I know you won't answer my prayers.
You're a good for nothing one way road to despair,
The sole reason we believe that life isn't fair,
And if it was just my suffering I'd scream into your burning eyes that I don't care!

But I do.
I'm not the only person in existence.
See, there's also you.
Waiting around without a clue as to what we should do,
Just like me,
And it seems that no one can see it through.
Like find meaning in life and acquire proven truth,
we are doomed into an unsolvable mystery.
Most may mistake it as revolving of misery.  
How can we not?
All we do is suffer, cause pain to each other,
decompose the composure of life, grow old and just rot?
Oh what an ungodly, revolting thought!
How could our solving of existence lead to such insulting naught?
Let us then burn all of what ancient texts have  taught us and then- what?

There's no concrete answer for the endless eager mind,
But indeed, there can be deeper understanding in what we want to find.
In fact it's within your perception that you must refine,
A victim of deception is not someone anyone should confide in.
When only the darkest pages of life are the ones which he's highlighted,

No.

The nature of emotion is to juxtapose;
A contrasting height for our deepest lows.
Can't be happy without a wrenching pain I suppose,
And that's no truth that a cynics brain can expose,
I know this.
Yet this is a concept that everyone can't help but notice,
While still putting in no effort to try and show it.
People love their pity parties I suppose,
And I've learned it's not worth the effort that it
Takes to force another person to grow,
In cases such as those,
All one can do is inspire others with the radiation of your inner glow.

Shofi Ahmed
2 hours ago

Touch me not
I am not up for grab
I am everyone's dream
I am happy as it’s
Sing me not your lullabies!

Live with me not
I am not for good
Time with me is
gone so quick.
Before the cloud
rains down singing
One responses to a tweet:
Then why complain
Without happy me
Nothing is good.

Come to me not
I am not
first come first serve
But when I come
Happy me is
Everyone’s rose!
I belongs to no one
Get me for a song
But in no time
I could be gone
Then why anyone
Forgets me not?

Apoorv Shandilya
2 hours ago

gay
/pronounced gaaaay/
noun

1. bandages through the body, old turtleneck sweaters, hidden love bites, vexed skin, a body meant for poetry, shivering, cold, like in the night, happy, but afraid, every time someone calls out your name.

2. Shivering again, happy, but afraid, again. Undressing, Rushed, Dim lights, pleasure without any sound, no moaning, mourning.

3. Lovers without name.

I wrote this poem with inspiration from various Tumblr pages, which is why I couldn't cite just one particular source.
#gay   #happy   #queer  

So i said to myself
"Yeah, lets pretend like we don't know eachother,
It's probably for the best anyway
Because when you talk to me
And grab at my shoulders the way
You use to, it all comes flooding back to me
Everything i pushed to the back of my mind
Hits me again like a tsunami
So i'll just turn my head
And walk away
Even though i can feel your eyes
On me.
Watching me.
Like you always used to."

#love   #sad   #depression   #life   #anxiety   #relationships   #happy   #her   #him  

I laugh.
I sigh.
I will stumble
Through these days gone by


© Derek Devereaux Smith 2015 - 2017

#depression   #life   #hope   #happy   #me   #human   #12w  
mercy party
mercy party
7 hours ago

i quit drinking at 21
early did i have my fun
and my love she was no longer mine
in the last few days of 39.

now i'm in the Tower of London locked up and wondering
what i did and what i didn't, i'd do it all again
many questions concerning the circumstances of your disappearance
so i will go
and there's nothing to contradict.

and you will know what a secondary feeling is
when the widow understands the things you did
he was a good man
the blood is on your hands
you could of left but you insisted
not a chance

and you were right you're not going anywhere
you'll be stuck to matching chairs
things were good and you'll wanna think that they weren't
but you'll remember when her toast is burnt

and you will know what a secondary feeling is
when the widow understands the things you did
he was a good man
the blood is on your hands
you could of left but you insisted
not a chance

seems to be this stale giving up type of thing with you
like fire, submersion, someone new

#love   #sad   #life   #happy   #innocent   #prison  
Vexren4000
Vexren4000
9 hours ago

The children play upon the schoolyard,
Seems smaller now, more minuscule than when I played upon it.
Wayward and lonely children, without even knowing it.
Their concerns, the worms after the rain, or when recess will end.
Before time encroaches upon them,
Their worries are simplistic, almost nothing.
At least when compared to the slate faced adults,
Their jobs making them forget,
Of what it meant to play freely.
Upon the blacktop surface.
Even somewhat forgetting,  that life is not infinite.

#peace   #happy   #magic   #school   #age   #children   #somber   #recess   #finite   #schoolyard  
Scarlet Keiller
Scarlet Keiller
13 hours ago

There is a girl somewhere, somehow;
impossible and true. She shouldn't exist -
she should have evaporated so long ago
yet somehow she kept on breathing and existing,
condensing and condensing
until she finally moved with solidity.
She sang in sorrowful silence,
was free in the terrors of the night,
lived and loved
regardless of the loss in her heart.
She survived because life told her not to
and now she is there, running
pure and clear as a dream,
wild and crazed bewilderment
shining in her alive eyes.
That Latin beauty, she is vivid and gleaming
in the light which shines
true and bright and effervescent.
She will be waiting for the liquid to return
and to dissolve into transparency once more but,
as she always forgets,
she will never die out.
We are all like her
in some way or another.

~~ For Katy. ~~
#love   #life   #sadness   #loss   #happy   #friendship   #strong   #live   #kind   #caring  
Katli Mathobela
Katli Mathobela
15 hours ago

Hold on to your heart
Protect it like it was a priceless work of art
I look into your eyes
And Fear wants to take over
Because I am looking into the beauty of the unknown
Love has resurfaced
And the walls have been torn down
Willing to take that risk again
Like I've never been hurt before
Your beauty rivals that of the night sky
Stars twinkle like your eyes
And the quarter moon is as beautiful as your smile
Give me your heart
And protect it like it was a priceless work of art
I will

© Katli Mathobela 2017
#love   #life   #heart   #happy   #beautiful   #beauty   #i   #and   #you  
Zoe M Cripe
16 hours ago

Dressed in black suits and gowns,
Is a society full of frowns .
Tears tug on make up,
Threatening to take down the masks they put up .
And in a coffin at the front of the room,
Lies the reason for all the gloom .
Happiness lies in the casket
Dead,
So this is the reason for all the dread ?
Too bad no one knew him that well,
Happiness was murdered but that's a secret no one dares to tell .

#death   #happy   #funeral   #murder   #secrets   #rip  
 
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