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misselle
There were three men I was surrounded, trapped in bed Where I lay to die Let me be lost Two said to their boss There is no place in heaven for her She never believed in any god Be trapped in burning flames For eternity And pass through these last moments In regret Pay for your sins Don't let it go as it is Let God in Stop these sins On my dying breath They tried to make use of my distress I won't beg forgiveness for a life well led I know I was good, so let me rest I am ready for the end Eternity is now my time to Rest
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Jun 16, 2016
Jun 16, 2016 at 1:52 PM UTC
Faith in God(less)
So ugly yet so beautiful at once The symbol of death but the framework of life So complex yet so simply, so plainly: white
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Jun 16, 2016
Jun 16, 2016 at 1:48 PM UTC
Osteoid
I lost him in a bottle of Mucinex And a flood of serotonin I lost him between the ‘D’ and ‘M’ And a flood of serotonin Convulsions, fever, hallucinations It was just because of serotonin Overloading his system, forging images That then began to own him But then the questions late at night Why did he choose to end his life? Was it a choice, did he think of us? It’s all because of serotonin I can’t stomach the thought of him lying At my age in a hospital bed Because the world was too dark That grandfather ghosts must stand above him and make a choice All because of serotonin And how did he—No! I can’t go there I can’t, I don’t want to know! And in the end, all that’s important, was it was all serotonin I lost him eight hundred miles away Without a chance to hold on, not for a moment I lost him at the Golden Gate Because of ******* serotonin
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Jun 15, 2016
Jun 15, 2016 at 8:23 PM UTC
Serotonin
A lighthouse I share a coast with reaches out and takes my hand I breath the soft air the ocean offers, staying away from water I can’t separate from dark, stormy sky They say, when it rains To look for rainbows But there is no light but the periodic flash of my lighthouse And the angle is wrong They say, when it’s dark, to look for stars But the storm clouds are thick Scattering light So I cannot chase it A lighthouse I share a coast with reaches out to another and warns them Of the rocks and cliffs And for a moment I meet its eye before It grasps another’s hand
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Jun 15, 2016
Jun 15, 2016 at 8:09 PM UTC
Lighthouse
Darkness Soft and resounding, repulsive yet resonant with my being. I am surrounded by it, with only a faint sense of self and existence. No shadow can pass through my realm of existence; my vision memory reality. ... Reality? Is it real, or merely a fabrication of things I wish to be? Are my thoughts, feelings, real? Do they exist? Or is everyone I know a marionette which I subconsciously maneuver, bending them to my own will, for my own pleasure? Yet. . . the answer lies in pain and guilt. I ask myself this, knowing if my reality was a dream constructed by myself, I'd feel no pain no regret And thinking of my sorrows, I ask again not what is reality, but what is dreamed?
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Jun 15, 2016
Jun 15, 2016 at 7:59 PM UTC
My Reality