Marvier CommonStory
Marvier CommonStory
Sep 19, 2014      Sep 20, 2014

Simple yet delicate findings come to mirror my emotions (m)


I have half a notion to hide from them, like I do my reflection (n)


The coarse expectations from peers leave me drowning (m)


And I know I can't go around allowing them to control me (n)

If I walk the path that isn't made for me then there is no light that dwells in the dim tunnel


and the trouble is ,my tunnel is supposed to end with you, You're supposed to be the light that shines on me and right on through . I'll be the prism of colors you yearn for when depression hovers over you

Just a Vegas city boy

And a Kansas city girl

Sometimes they are never home

And Sometimes it makes me feel like an unopened expired bag of M&N;'s

© copyright Matthew Marvier Donald & Nicole Osborn
#life   #home   #reflection   #peer  
Kim Davis
Kim Davis
Feb 3, 2014

Every time I hear the obnoxious,
mainstream slang "you fake"
I can't help but think
about how true it is
sure, sure, it's slang,
it's thrown around and not meant
to be taken seriously
But i look around
and see that all of my peers
are everything but what they describe themselves as
we are what we insult others of
They laugh, and joke, and help each other with work
but as soon as one leaves the table or the room,
they all turn on that one person.
My peers always have something that they won't say to your face.
People always ask me
if i'm okay, what's wrong, etc, etc, etc.
but don't they ever notice the behavior
of our peers? of themselves?
I notice my flaws all the time
I analyze my behavior all day
but the truth is
that I'm perfectly fine,
I'm sane,
i'm just ranting, all day, in my head
analyzing the actions of others and those of myself
I cant bear to even talk anymore
because I know my peers now
i've analyzed their voice,
and i know that if i were to speak
i'd get shot down so much worse
than if i just sit here
and pretend i don't exist

Sorry this is super pessimistic but I've been so stressed out all day and needed a good rant.

If ya' can handle the pier pressure,
do whatever floats yer boat
and there'll be clear sailing ahead.

But, if ya can't,
you'll sink faster than a biscuit
at an all-you-can-eat buffet.

I love painting new colorful Southern expressions with a pallet of words. Correction - a palette of words not a pallet. I still had shipping my mind.
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#whatever   #sink   #ship   #pressure   #bottom   #canoe   #sailing   #boat   #raft   #ark   #bucket   #clear   #trending   #dory   #bark   #peer   #lew   #launch   #buffet   #biscuit   #craft   #texas   #beryldov   #tub   #pier   #barge   #cabin-cruiser   #cruiser   #ketch   #racer   #sailboat   #sailing-boat   #sloop   #yawl   #bateau   #catamaran   #dinghy   #gondola   #hulk   #lifeboat   #pinnace   #schooner   #scow   #skiff   #steamboat   #yacht   #floats   #all-you-can-eat  
Johanna Star
Johanna Star
Jul 15, 2014

I’m full of
the bullshit
that resides in my
corridors—
these hedonists that slice
at my skin and my soul.

I’m old and tiredly awake.
The assholes won’t let me sleep.
They bite my guts with greedy teeth.  
I become water…I become grain…
sowed by sadism and adultery.

They transfuse
into me and
I evolve into
something horribly new.

No more my artistic aura,
my classical sense—
Just a specter of gloom
and dust floating
in the structure of a self I can’t really recall.

This is my holy downfall.

#pressure   #peer  
with peer pressure
the white deer
the white deer
May 4, 2014

say what's in this drink?
coz I don't really think
that that's such a good plan...

you know how I am
with peer pressure

and the shapes that you make with your lips
are all the most convincing kinds.

nivek
Oct 29, 2014

the hair on heads is to keep the warmth in
so why cut it

Zack Long
Zack Long
Aug 22, 2013

We all pay for life with death
So why worry about what's it between
Smile and drink this shit down
You ain't gonna live forever
So what you waiting for
Take the red pill first
Followed by two of these little blues
Snort this line and we'll ride the night
High enough to forget chasing dreams
What are you waiting for

Stephania Vazquez
Stephania Vazquez
Mar 27, 2014

The innocence of children
Brutally ripped
Out of their tiny palms

Babies cry innocently--
Without worries--
The future that awaits them

My own innocence has abandoned
Me--I am
What is left of me?
S.V.

å
å
Mar 18, 2013

there are signs on everyone's faces,
they all say it's time to go,
and i just know it is.

 
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