Sean Scribbles
Sean Scribbles
2 days ago

Walk slow
Think fast
Tilt your head
Slightly back

Focus in
Fade out
All the noise
From the crowd

Step back
Seek out
Breathe in
And out doubt

Process
This now
Focal point
Is how

Keep the routine going...
#poem   #poetry   #thought   #process   #winning   #point   #mentality   #scribbles   #sean   #focal  

When I focus, I can pull the walls
And create the shadows that only the artist sees

Like the distant corners of the dreary hall
Nobody knows internally what is happening to me

Whenever I focus inward, and throw the ball
Precariously, towards another

Because when I am focused I am me
And I am never afraid to fall

That is the secret within me
That when I try, I pull the walls

Inward at a unparalleled speed
Until the path is known to me

And it narrows out like the distant hall
Because when I focus, I can pull the walls

#gotfocus
#poem   #poetry   #poet   #rhyme   #verse   #walls   #point   #scribbles   #sean   #focal  

why should i exist,

when i am of no importance the world?

why should i exist,

when i am of no value to anyone?

if

the world keeps spinning

and

everyone keeps going

on with their lives,

whether or not

i exist,

why should i exist?

and what does it matter

what we do

or who we are

when even the good

die the same death?

and why should i bother

to be good

only for a legacy

that will be forgotten with time?

#life   #good   #point   #legacy  
requiEM
requiEM
Jan 4

I laid in your bed, touching your body with the same hands that cursed it hours before
They cursed all men, pointing at the deceit and insecurities I have about myself

They pointed at me, then back at you, then back at me.
A cycle of love and hate, processing and empathy.

The curves of your body made me numb
The vibrations of your pump every hour
The vibrations of your pumping heart every second I could feel it in my hands every time I lingered just a bit too long
My fingers whispering secrets to your skin

As you talked on the phone, worlds away, in your language, I paused
I admired you. Strong not only by the arms I was holding, but by the head I was kissing
Your love for me seemed so great in those 11 hours.

Maybe 10. I'll round up in this case.

2pm and I finally make it back
You text me,

'did you make it back ok?'

It made me smile.
I walked three flights of steps back to my home.

'No, I died'

But part of me had
Friendship had turned to love
Love had turned into resentment
Resentment turned into heartache
They leave they leave they leave. They always leave.
And I sit here, alone
Wondering what I could have done to make you stay.

Maybe I admire the way you treat me as if I'm the only girl on your mind for those 10 hours.
11, I mean.
Maybe I think that the way you soften when I'm near is because of my heart
Maybe it's because I'm young and impulsive
A constant battle between love and hate

Pointing my finger to blame someone, something
Pointing out my flaws
Pointing out the ones who left
Staring in a mirror, I point

Escape is inescapable, pointing is fun
Maybe what I'm looking for is someone to point at me and say 'you're the one'

#love   #heart   #death   #lust   #friendship   #stay   #one   #skin   #requiem   #point  
Nicole Clark
Nicole Clark
Nov 17, 2016

At some point I’ll
Have to come to terms with this reality

At some point I’ll
Need to make peace with your absence

At some point I’ll
Turn around and find myself breathing-

That’s when I can say I made it;
When I can breathe and walk and feel
Without you

I’m there now
              I think
Just don’t want to admit it,
For fear that acceptance
Of your absence
Is release
Of potential
And the coming
Of the inevitable
The end

#love   #breathe   #together   #point   #some  
Rebecca Lynn
Rebecca Lynn
Nov 10, 2016

Society
looks and judges you.
Looks from a different point of view.
Society
writes labels on things,
and gives people crazy, stupid, names.
Society
says that it’s right & I’m wrong;
but when I knew the truth about me all along.

Stories
tell you who the characters are, it’s obvious.
Narrators can see what the characters are oblivious.
Stories
are sometimes in 2nd person point of view.
Meanwhile, in other stories it’s their own point of view.
Stories
tell you want you want to hear.
While other stories leave you with a million tears.

Letters
not the letter from me to you,
but the actually letters n & u.
Letters
can be seen from both sides,
but who knows who is wrong or right.
Letters
do, as well, have a different point of view.
Just depends on who’s looking at it, me or you.

Stranded on an island
I could be happy to see
a boat cast out into sea.
Stranded on an island
I could write in the sand,
but then that boat will leave & I would feel like I’m in quicksand.
Stranded on an island
I would do anything to get help,
but I am the only one stranded on an island,
no one can hear my yelp.

Cast out into sea
I would be happy to see land,
hoping I could survive with my two bare hands.
Cast out into sea
while I’m alone on this boat
I hope to find a bottle with a note.
Cast out into sea
I would be happy to see land for the first time
since I left my home land for the last time.

Outcast
the ones who are left on the outside of things,
mainly the ones who are never invited to parties.
Outcast
are mainly judged by society itself.
We’re no one to blame, but the “popular” kids like yourself.
Outcast
are the ones who are on the outside looking in
the place where we shouldn’t be in.

Popularity
the ones who are in the “cool crowd”,
the ones who makes a joke when it’s too loud.
Popularity
are always invited to go somewhere,
when the outcast aren’t even invited there.
Popularity
rules the high school,
but we all know that it’s not important, nor cool.

an edublogs.org post that I created for my blog post.
#society   #out   #different   #island   #ways   #outcast   #boat   #point   #popularity   #cast  

• it was always you-- until relatively recently
• you're not the epitome of romance so you say, but why did you hold me like you want to romance me
• i was sorry if it seemed like i moved on the first few months -- i was never good at being open
• i could've let you help me
• did you like being undefined or did you want something more concrete because i felt as though i was the one with a happy broken heart and you found something perfect for you
•i miss you, always missed you and will miss you if you leave again

Bullet points because I can't even make a normal poem--

"You don't wanna bring me down, you don't wanna say good bye, you don't wanna turn around, you don't wanna make me cry, well-- you caught me once, maybe on the flip side I could catch you again, you caught be once maybe on the flip side you could catch me again.."
#love   #muse   #bullet   #point  
Diána Bósa
Diána Bósa
Sep 8, 2016

You missed the point by
the blind point of view at the
point of no return.

#lost   #senryu   #lack   #point  
 
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