We are like a tattoo,
forever there changing.
We cover the Earth's beauty,
like a scar of the skin.
As time passes, we change.
We spread in all directions
slowly fading, sinking down,
down into the skin of the earth.
Contaminants!
We overlap,
lose our beauty in the concrete jungle.
We become ugly.
Loosen out grip on nature,
but we envy its eternal youth.
We want to go back to our original beauty.
We can't.
We grow old.
We continue to fade until we are a form with no beauty.
Till the earth is covered.
Humans are Earth's fading tattoo.
Aug 19, 2016
Aug 19, 2016 at 5:23 PM UTC
What a crazy thing!
It is almost infectious.
Pulling at my insides,
Throwing my emotions out of wack.
It could be used as a form of torture.
It weasels its way into my mind,
my heart,
my bones.
Muscles are stretched in unfamiliar directions.
A burning, a yearning for more.
It builds in the pit of my stomach.
It is infectious.
This place breeds the infection.
It grows like a mad mans craze.
There is no place to run,
no place to hide from the contagion.
It surrounds me leaving no escape.
I wait for the infection to spread,
to take over my body.
The endless happiness envelopes me.
All that remains is a diseased body
left behind by the infectious World of Disney
Aug 19, 2016
Aug 19, 2016 at 5:13 PM UTC
Am I going to wash away?
Pulled by a river and wash away?
Drenched by a dagger and wash away?
Poisoned by a snake and wash away?
Drained by a bullet and wash away?
Catch me as I wash away!
Fade into a dream and wash away?
Plummet into darkness and wash away?
Submit into weakness and wash away?
Collapse into betrayal and wash away?
Catch me as I wash away!
Succumb to fate and wash away?
Lead to failure and wash away?
Surrender to temptation and wash away?
Lie to shield and wash away?
Please, catch me as I wash away!
Am I going to wash away?
I did not ask to wash away.
But, now, I must wash away.
However my way, I'll wash away.
Do not catch me as I wash away!
Aug 19, 2016
Aug 19, 2016 at 5:04 PM UTC
We have always been under the boot of men,
Giving them support till the end.
Even if we are treated like rugs,
We smile and hide our emotions in hugs.
We were raised in a world of cultural bias,
Leaving men with the highest.
Our voice is soft to calm and please,
But men are the hardest to appease.
We act unsure and not too bold,
Though men are blunt and can be cold.
Women can work above the rest,
yet men are still considered the best.
A man with women on his arms,
It's a compliment and does not harm.
She, the one at his side,
A ***** a crook along for the ride.
Women can stand as tall as men,
But are always pushed down or made to bend.
This plight, this fight must end soon,
for it will bring our unfortunate doom.
This balance is unjust and unfair,
So women, lets make them care.
Aug 19, 2016
Aug 19, 2016 at 4:46 PM UTC
Time ticks and ticks as the writer’s mind fails to click.
Paper blank white
And obsidian ink drips.
Ideas passes through the writer’s mind, but cannot seem to make it flow.
Where to start?
Where to go?
A hero girl ready to start a new adventure?
But later wakes and finds herself in the middle of an English literature lecture?
No, no. Too cliche.
Give her flaws and write in a difficult situation.
Like perhaps
And have her sail to her next destination!
…
Sorry, I got writers block… couldn’t finish the poem. Bye.
Aug 22, 2015
Aug 22, 2015 at 5:10 AM UTC
Have you ever watched your world just fall away. Not in the good way where you're focused so intently on something that brings you great joy or a goal that you have to struggle to reach, but the actual collapse of your sole existence.
The one perfect falling needle, point first, aimed to crash perfectly into the bubble we call life. The scramble to grab it, to stop it even at the cost of making ourselves bleed to prevent the collision. But failing.
Oh how bitter the implications that loud pop signifies. The spike in your heart rate as the pumping muscle drops into the pit of your stomach. How sweet those moments were when the world was just a heavy burden to bear.
Jun 5, 2015
Jun 5, 2015 at 5:20 AM UTC
You taught me more than just how to dance...
You showed me cruelty.
Peeled off the cover of reality and showed me meaning.
You wore a mask to blend with the crowd
And hid your vulnerability.
But alone, I saw piece by piece who you were.
A child, negative and unsure.
Your passion burned over your regrets.
You were a man of ignorance and understanding
And joked on things that were immature.
You made me feel special and not.
You confused me and gave me butterflies.
For that I hate you...
And until now, I still try to convince myself that I do.
How could I forget when every aspect of this world repeatedly reminds me of you?
Chills runs through my spine when your name reaches my ears.
And even in silence I still hear your voice.
If only I could just forget.
If only we had of never met.
May 26, 2015
May 26, 2015 at 4:29 AM UTC
I’ve been pouring my happiness into others to see them smile…now I am just waiting for my happiness to run out.
Jan 13, 2015
Jan 13, 2015 at 4:28 AM UTC
Quiet as a mouse
In a sea of emotion
Fending for myself
My heart yearns for acceptance
But settles for loneliness
Dec 28, 2014
Dec 28, 2014 at 4:32 AM UTC
Each day is like the rest
Not the worst, not the best
Just a normal mundane flow
With no spark or interesting glow
Living like I just exist
Wanting more, I cant resist
I want to break this daily bore
And walk the night upon a shore
Upon a shore with many shells
Close enough to hear the bells
Of a harbor nearby too
Not alone but here with you
Dec 28, 2014
Dec 28, 2014 at 4:29 AM UTC