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Oh, I punched many trees
'til I was up to my knees
In wood blocks of spruce and elm.

I made a craft table
And then I was able
To start a new mine in this realm.

I decorated my base
With a bust of my face
Which oversaw the landscape around.

Then I picked and I dug
Gave a surpised sheep a hug
And ended up far underground.

I delved very deep
And at times had to creep
To avoid all of the lava lakes.

How I longed for a farm
Where I'd be safe from harm
And could live quietly, just baking cakes.

But I had lost my way
Could not return today
And this ultimately led to my doom.

Even far from home
A good Minecraft poem
Always ends with hssssss KA-BOOM!
Is it worse to suffer the crush of immediate rejection
or be haunted by the possible answers to an unasked question?
Sad as the kiss goodbye
the tears in the morning
the cold sheet
by the space
next to you.
Hope the phone's broken
there's no one calling
must have checked the volume
a million times.
In your mind
hope's replaced by wishful thinking
wakeful dreaming
feel like screaming
'cause next to you
was once a face
radiant as the sun in the morning
happy as the kiss hello.
Children are gifted with candy from a strange bunny
though they are told not to accept candy from strangers.

Parents hide eggs along their yard for their kids to find
and the kids run along outside, digging, racing.

Food is cooked for a family meal
in honor of a all-knowing being
that's believed to be real.

It's Easter, dear.
Happy Easter!
and if you don't celebrate it, Happy Sunday!
The hardest thing I had to do tonight
was to turn away from the needle
and crawl into my soft, warm bed instead
I don't really know where I fall on this. On one hand there's so much going on in the world, so many problems that I feel like mine aren't worth paying attention to. But then its also my life, and what is it worth if I don't take care of myself? Late night thoughts...
i want to believe

you have no idea how badly
i want to believe

it's like a rush
of sugar when it first dissolves on your tongue
crystal and
so much, too beautiful

until suddenly it's
gone

fear
the antiserum
claims its place

like vultures
despair and sugar circle my head, make me
feel insane, a puppy chasing her tail

i, a storyteller and listener
i, in love with the sound of heartbeats pounding in time
i want so badly to believe
that we are going to be okay

but we're only
people,
compartmentalized
fragmented
edges of a
dying whole

the sweeping sadness bitter in my mouth
for all of us- loving and flawed
there is an undeniably real chance
we will be made victims to the end as we know it

Somehow, sugar doesn't taste quite as sweet as before
I keep switching between emotions today
The spiral staircase I chose to take,
I thought I was climbing out.
But every step I go up,
The air seems to grow heavier
And instead of clear night skies,
I see an unending vacuum of darkness.

I want someone to push and pull and climb by my side
But I cannot ask that sacrifice
I cannot need that
For these stairs are a bitter place
And no one wants to talk or taste

I will sew my lips together
And whisper my thoughts only to my needle
My heart will cry silver tears
But no one will know, no one will hear

I climb my stairs alone
We're doing an assignment in my English class right now
We're supposed to write letters to the government
Short, three sentence notes really
And tell them do something! on a topic that matters to you

Let me tell you
Peer pressure is a powerful things
They made a joke of it

And I-
I am no influencer
I caught my tongue between my teeth
And let them get away with

Apathy
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