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jeff-hollender
jeff-hollender
American Truth is written in poems.
Why do I put myself before a judge? Ruin a blank slate like a smudge on a paper Deminishing emotions that are beginning to taper Singing songs of sorrow that borrow that double tied fishers knot in your stomach Wishing that angler would pull out a nice catch and remove that bubble You know your in trouble but can't help yourself out Put your faith in others and have no doubt Work your program shout it all out You might not feel like a ten but keep doing it, its not the end
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Sep 17, 2013
Sep 17, 2013 at 12:09 PM UTC
Angler the Savior
This is my apocalyptic demise To your surprise with no cries just good byes The end of my life, the surrendering to pain I have nothing left to gain but going more insane So in vain you will start to feel my agony Except now I won't be there for you to blab to me Don't rip off the scab because your the blame Don't convince yourself you're not because that is the aim
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Aug 28, 2013
Aug 28, 2013 at 10:07 PM UTC
My Demise
So this is what it's like when best friends come to an end? A empty feeling and in disarray Disillusioned and feeling a stray You choose to a terminal fate for us because you choose a hunk lust What will you do when your emotions run and bust? You will seek a new me but you will still be on cust I won't rust but will still shine like a new dime This time it's real, I know you know this deal So as I seal away this chapter of blight I hope you enjoy the night and the rest of your life
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Aug 27, 2013
Aug 27, 2013 at 7:53 PM UTC
End of the Best Friend?
We live in a pessimistic chaotic world This is what causes our brains to swirl Everyone driving us insane well beyond our membrane Struggling to find a few people to be our sugar cane Keep us in a candy land, a land of false hopes Eventually we need reality, a nice size ***** It may make you low but then you know it's real Learn how to cope and eventually you can deal
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Aug 27, 2013
Aug 27, 2013 at 7:52 PM UTC
Candyland
You're the epitome of my psychotic depression You won't be a forgotten memory but a lesson As I question why I started not to care You dare to hold on to the memories fond However these livid memories actually break my bond What was good for you was not my same song So as I move along diligently You should do the same gently It will be better for us both With your life, I hope you make the most
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Aug 27, 2013
Aug 27, 2013 at 7:51 PM UTC
Done
The complexity of my perplexity makes me feel like I got nobody next to me Racing thoughts lead me to my insanity Which is something nobody can see The combustion of my thoughts are the only way not to feel lost This mental breakdown how much will it cost? There's got to be a algorithm to fix this crazy, or logarithm maybe?
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Aug 27, 2013
Aug 27, 2013 at 7:51 PM UTC
Fix My Crazy
This is a poem of emotions of me Trying to set myself free I'm not doing this for any other reason Just to clear myself from false believin The more I do for you, you push away Like a cat gone a stray I told you how I felt and you didn't respond I tried to give you my heart but you weren't too fond So I may pull away and let you be I hope it's not "just friends unfortunately" It breaks my heart to write this out but I'm human with emotions that need to be shout If you feel anything at all this is your last chance I won't look back on this, not even a glance
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Aug 26, 2013
Aug 26, 2013 at 4:19 PM UTC
Emotions
You know i know so much about you thats what can make things great when was the last time you were friends before you went on a date? stop chasing these guys that give you no respect once you see how i do, you'll have no regrets i love what we have right now but i want it to grow up into the clouds see were our happiness takes us we can sing it out loud let me make you smile when you are sad help you through this world of bad keep satan out of your reach so you feel safe together we will both strafe stop fighting the feelings and let it ride since when are you the one to not take dangers side i wont be waiting around forever so dont drop me by pulling the lever the time is now and the choice is yours come on baby just walk through the door
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Aug 26, 2013
Aug 26, 2013 at 4:18 PM UTC
Open the Door
You're the lost beauty on a beautiful day. Wishing it would rain to wash all the pain away. The build up of irrational thoughts, improper behaviors no cognition at all. Did you ever wanna die but never had the nerves to try? Wondering maybe should i try to get by just getting high? Falling into a wicked illusion that will eventually form a brain contusion from all the pain it will cause. So its time to grow some ***** and man it up. You cant have it worse then a starving third world country baby with dad or mom not there at all. Turn to those who try to give advice, even if its wrong say its right then splice away all the bad keep the nice.
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Aug 26, 2013
Aug 26, 2013 at 4:17 PM UTC
Lost Beauty