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 346° 
Robert van Lingen
Foreign places,
Foreign faces,
With nothing,
   And no one to lose...

And not a second's grief gain'd but with my own anxieties.

Just a moment's notice is all it takes to turn a moment's motives from having a good time to just getting away.

Spare me the sickness of my socialities,
Stare into my petrified eyes and fill them with tears,

If nothing else,
But just to displace my fears.

~Robert van Lingen
i just want to smile
 257° 
Jamsey
why can't I be like the rain drops
on my bedroom window
they cling to the glass
but when time is up
they let go
and run down in soft rivulets
onto their next destination
Letting go, of everything not of you.
Letting go, of everything that is trash.
Letting go, of all of yesterdays issues.
Letting go, so that God can use us all.
Letting go, freeing both of my hands.
So that I can pick up your will Lord.
Letting go, and hanging onto you God.
Letting go, and waiting on you Holy One.
Letting go, and allowing your will here.
 220° 
Ben Palomino
I gave in to temptation
and desire
now
my soul lays in fire

It was too cold anyway
 195° 
Jamie
I want to undo,
What I've done to you.
I want to make things right,
I want to make this my fight.
Anything to make amends,
Change how our story ends.
I'd undo all your pain, for love I'd undo even myself.
 193° 
Pyrrha
I want to tattoo his love for me into the universe
So it becomes permanent and never fades or goes away

I wish I could wrap his words around me like a blanket
So on the coldest nights I can feel his warmth surround me

He's my safe place, kindered spirit, and best friend
Without him life would be an insecure downward spiral
He makes me feel surreal
 151° 
Meteorelle
....






Thank you..
Will you save me?
 126° 
Onoma
leave off

where life

wends--

ambled curve

where death

nears its perception.

you'll

never figure

in.

or out.

the samadhi

stone that water

flows blind thru.

washing its

Face.
 117° 
dabble
but never with me
cos even in dreams
you deserve the best
my star
 117° 
Aaliyah Houvener
Evil people  live in safe places
With dogs and jobs
With a husband under her control
With children she manipulated  the state to get
Evil people hide in safe places
They are nurses in church
A " hard working mother"
But behind closed doors
They project all their hurt
They pour their trauma into their children like potted plants
They train you to believe  you are the weakest  link.
They morph your brain into soilders fighting for the wrong side
Evil peopl hide in safe places
 74° 
kyss
I still remember the last time I saw you
and I remember the day I realized
it was really over

but life goes on, as things do
however, I still find myself
thinking about you

I’ve seen other people,
I’m sure you have too
but still, I really, truly do
myss you
 74° 
Jacob Lyons
Skipping beats like rain in July
It was unexpected, but here it is
Still my arms are burning inside
As the heat punches and kicks
Why did I put a heavy coat on?
Just to prove that I was strong?
Strength should be knowing best
And getting this out of my head
So I'll cut off my hair and then
Put sunglasses on instead
Watching the waves of fire
From a distance I can desire
The day has ended once again
But we both know it's not the end

Are we even meant to be?
We can't be our enemies
But I'd really hate to see
You with someone that isn't me
Quit saying you're sorry
We both know what you mean
That the grass could be green
But right now it's all dying
You always get my attention
And my heart, not to mention
I smile when I see your name
I smile when I see your face
The day has ended one more time
But we both know we have the night
 73° 
ATL
I wanted to learn

so last night my fourth grade teacher
tore my eyelids off

and sat me near a television screen
that showed my mother dying
over and over
and over again.

I left as a cavity
of a boy,

collapsing at the sound of passing cars

as I searched for a payphone where
I could speak to the static about Gabriel.

(where is he?)

When I look at my brother and father

I beg for my eyes to be caressed until they’re scarred

with every daytime matinee
and curtsy on the train platform

that built me into this mosaic
of a “man”.
deeply personal. would appreciate kind words and condolences. my mother is alive but a part of me has died.
 72° 
Em
it'll run through you.
maybe even out of your ears, out the ends of your finger tips.
every single inch. every pore that surfaces your broken body.

it'll drain you out like a wet washcloth.
watching you twist and turn resulting in all life flowing out of you.

don't worry. you can't run from it. it will always catch up.

it will always win.
 67° 
Zoie Marie
One day
Everything will be okay.
With you.
Beside me.
 63° 
Butch Decatoria
Nocturnes wide awake
All the days inside
Infant dreams

Nightly flights
Til morning
Blush/strokes twilight brightly

Blindly painting
Colors never before or ever
Since seen

But in slumbers’ deepest wish
These high-noon deserts
Brimming white Heat

Waves of ether
The ethereal bloom
Light defeats none but we

Moonless starlings
Cat-calm Cool turquoise
Tearless eyes emoting

Vast and fastidious
Chinook whirlwinds
Climbing the on-coming storm

Dreamer maelstroms
Fearless babes we embark we,
Dancers in the Dark.
 59° 
Phoebe
Paper faces and silicone smiles-
Where’d you get that mask, little girl?
Looks an awful lot like

me.
 58° 
Audrey
See that girl
See her there
See her eyes
Always searching
See her smile
Always fading
See her shoulders
Always slouching
See her tears
Always falling
See that girl
See her there

-StarsUnaligned
 57° 
Azure
wouldn't it be nice
if we were all a little nicer
wouldn't the world be the nicest
 56° 
LK
It was 4 am,
The world was asleep,
The stars were awake,
And just like every other night,
I thought of you,
Are you on the other side thinking of me too?
 54° 
Ruth Cardenas
End
I'm tired of apologizing
For the days that I feel blue
On clouded days, there's less of me
The rest, darkness consumes

But I waste days apologizing
I'm sorry, nothing new
The quiet speaks of wicked things
And I can't follow through

The quiet screams obscenities
I question, but can't do
A second thought, a third one
But I just can't follow through

The quiet harshly pressures me
The pain coaxes me, too
Maybe not even ridiculous
If it meant I'd end this blue
 53° 
AM
i can feel you
slipping from my fingers

the harder i try
the faster you fall from my hands

no matter what i do
you return to the sand

where i’m losing you forever
 50° 
Soul Deep
I must erase it all
Just as I have been erased
 49° 
Madison
loneliness, an old friend
is knocking on my door again
and I’m trying so hard not to let him in
 47° 
JT
What if
You have been fighting
A losing battle
All along
What if
The silence
Within you
Is only
The calm
Before the strom
And
It is going to be a fight
You just cannot
Win

-jt
my biggest fear.
 46° 
Molly
Weary winds seek solace
in the arms of conifer giants,
having not yet discovered that
even mountain pines shiver
when winter is at its darkest.
An illusion of perfection.
 45° 
Stephen S
In a world
that grows more
black and white
with each passing day.

I am simply not content
staring at endless
shades of grey.

So please forgive me
If I take this opportunity
to go in search of rainbows.
 45° 
Claire
The flower in the garden
will one day be gone
it may be beautiful now
but it wont last that long
So like a flower one day we will see
In the end, How broken we would be
 45° 
Paraluman
I’m scared as f*ck
to want you.

But here
I am,

Still wanting you
anyway.
 42° 
Blckstr
If you could read my mind,
You’d see a thousand papers
Filled with broken poetries
And deadbeat proses
Full of woeful verses
With mournful pieces
Of unfinished stories
That are yet to be written
And failed to be spoken;
If you could read my mind,
You’d hear horrible screams
And earsplitting weeps
From shattered dreams,
Kept in a nasty notepad,
Scribbled on a bed
Of bloodstained words,
Ringing in my head.
If you could read my mind,
You’d see the shadows
That lurk within me;
You’d hear the bellows,
Screeching the words
“I’m tired,”
“I’m a failure,”
“I’m stupid –”
I know it sounds stupid,
It’s pathetically foolish
And seems too *******.
If you could read my mind,
You’d feel the tears
I had ever failed to cry;
You’d see the people
That make the weak weaker;
You’d see the monsters
That consume my head;
You’d hear the hollers
That failed to be freed;
You’d see the heart
That still bleeds and bleeds.
If you could read my mind,
You’d see the face
I’ve failed to show back then,
The face I’ve faked back then.
If you could read my mind,
You’d see a character
I had ever failed to become
If you could read my mind,
You’d be able to read
A book you never wished
To touch and read,
But sometimes I still wish
Someone could read my mind.
 42° 
Aseel
He loves me
But he’s not in love with me
And it’s breaking my heart
But how can I explain?
You don’t look at me the same anymore
 41° 
erin reed
a fool
i am
  to convince myself
  that the words that flowed
  like the sound of a perfect melody
  from your lips,
  were the words
  of an honest man.
 40° 
Lawrence Hall
A Saint Jude Prayer Card


I thought to pray for a serious need, you see

But

Saint Jude seems a little annoyed with me
St. Jude really does appear to be annoyed, not unlike my high school principal.

Your ‘umble scrivener’s site is: Reactionarydrivel.blogspot.com

It’s not at all reactionary, tho’ it might be drivel.

Lawrence Hall’s vanity publications are available on amazon.com as Kindle and on bits of dead tree:  THE ROAD TO MAGDALENA, PALEO-HIPPIES AT WORK AND PLAY, LADY WITH A DEAD TURTLE, DON’T FORGET YOUR SHOES AND GRAPES, COFFEE AND A DEAD ALLIGATOR TO GO, and DISPATCHES FROM THE COLONIAL OFFICE.
 40° 
Anne
keep your eyes closed love.

           e     t      
       m           i
    o                 m
s                        e  
                            s     all you have to
                                                                ­
                                                                ­ l                  is to what the sound
                                                           ­      i            n
                                                  ­                s           e
                                                               ­          t

                                                              ­                               v
                                                               ­                         a        e
                             ­                                          of the  w               s
                                                               ­                                       
                         ­                                                                 ­            tells  you
                                                                ­                                        to do.
"keep your eyes closed love. sometimes all you have to listen is to what the sound of the waves tells you to do"

When I was much younger, beaches were my second favorite places. I still love watching waves as they go by, crashing against each other and the whole process repeating all over again.
 40° 
Traveler
Neon lights
Bleed my eyes
I've lost sight
I can only rhyme
Whispering voices
Long day gone
Residue of life
Where did we go wrong
Giving we gave
Taken we took
Sinners and savior
All in one book
And so we read on
There's no end
To our songs!
Traveler Tim
..........................
...I have left this ****** nightmare
In my wake but out of sight
All I want is deviation by design

Out of all the past confusion
Out of all the common spite
Just tell me I am yours 'cause you are mine

Song #3
 40° 
unnamed
my ***** are full
my sack is thick
 38° 
Jayson
I don't Drink
Not because I don't want to
I don't Drink
Not because I don't need to

I don't drink because of you
because of what you did
because I swore that I would never be like you
because you were the monster I feared

I don't drink, because I fear
The monster in you, will become the monster in me
and that monster is something I never want to be.
 37° 
Buried Words
I want to look as empty as I feel
 37° 
Ms L
Today, I saw you smiling.
Your eyes were filled of stars.
Your lips were full of flowers.
You own the night like a moon shining,
And that's enough to for me to keep living.
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