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sebastian-macias
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Hope can be fatal Unless you hold What makes Hope become alive Unless all you Can believe in Is that hope And nothing else Can exist But that hope To live and become Something else
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May 8, 2019
May 8, 2019 at 12:08 PM UTC
Chance
What happens when all zones Of your life are in knots When nothing can plan out Even the salt tastes like sugar Sugar doesn't go well on rice They teach us to believe They teach us to keep going But are we just killing ourselves? Into the brick wall a million times the wall has become are friend now What is one to do when the room Has gone completely dark Not a single light in sight Are you to wait in foolishness In hope because you can't admit truth Or is there a different room Waiting for you to build once again
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May 8, 2019
May 8, 2019 at 12:04 PM UTC
Waiting room
Trying to get through a break-up Is as difficult as walking a battlefield Without dying or losing a limb There will be heroes There will be causalities Many make it across Many begin new lives Many help win the war And everyone is grateful To reach the end line Till you step on a landmine
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Apr 24, 2019
Apr 24, 2019 at 5:01 PM UTC
Happiness
It's late at night this time You're walking down the street Listening to the wind and Your boot heels pound the cement It's a fast pace tonight Crisp clean air air into your body This time had you tired As people catch your face When they pass you by You don't look at them But they near recognize your face It's the same feeling You are their pain The pain in this world You've soaked it in for years And now you've nowhere to go But where ever you desire There's blood on your lips You are crystal clear
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Apr 17, 2019
Apr 17, 2019 at 2:05 PM UTC
Stone streets
None of this should come out The wrong way, yes wrong Wanting the words to come In golden boats to please That's nothing true and honest That will sink and be forgotten The words needs truth The words need pain The words need to be unapologetic They shouldn't be force or manipulated Let them run free along with your mind Don't be hesitant or afraid It never works out right away But if you keep on keeping on They'll flow like milk into eternity Nothing can hold them back Some words fill in the blank spots In between the great structures Not every one will hold the punch As in everything that is done, Should be done as a whole, not alone Combine it all together as one masterpiece You'll see, after time, it's believable
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Apr 17, 2019
Apr 17, 2019 at 11:52 AM UTC
Dear,
The hands of time come down Upon this life of yours And one day you will not be here You'll be dust and molecules And memories if any remain All the sadness and happiness You've once felt will disappear Just like your life, no apologies And jut like that good song It all comes to it's end, the end The marvelous end of the film And the only part that matters? The middle of it, the chewy fat How you live is what matters So live mother ****** Drink the drinks and live the nights Run for president of something Write the books, draw the drawing Have your reactions to the mess Be naked in the morning Just be careful with the coffee, eh Build the suits, wear the dresses Love your fellow human beings Be comfortable with being uncomfortable Life will happen soft or concrete So come on and come on Have a flow to everything and go
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Apr 11, 2019
Apr 11, 2019 at 2:24 PM UTC
In Nick Nolte's Voice
Recently I notice more about myself Than I have ever once before Age, experience, money, love Something that has stood out The way my brain functions I let myself go more in than ever For example, I'm walking I notice the birds, the cars The noise, the tree, my footsteps People, clothes, buses Women, children, men I think where are they going What is that, who is that Step after step I count my thoughts Repeating what I see and hear It's a machine of thoughts Though. I fear one day My mind won't snap back In time to make important decisions Cross the street on time, stop for traffic Say hello, or even walk naturally I think one day in one Of my golden visions of life I will be so unaware of my life So engraved into my thoughts That I could be stuck in front of A bus or middle of the street Or trying to walk through a wall Who the **** knows And when I snap out of it And my senses are all operational I just laugh and smile Thinking I've done it again
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Apr 3, 2019
Apr 3, 2019 at 4:09 PM UTC
Mind Lapse
Staring at the comp The little worm eats my brain Hole after hole he digs Or she, I don't ******* care It's a worm, you're a human Spinning on a rock Floating through space Let's not make too much of it Anyway, back to this As the worm pushes along ******** out your brain mass You're left with two options Either you're even more dumb Than you were before Or somehow you begin to see The pattern of your worm How he eats, where he moves What he likes and you become The little worm Feeding yourself what you need Knowing that worm is there forever What will your little worm do now?
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Apr 2, 2019
Apr 2, 2019 at 2:14 PM UTC
Not the worm from the mezcal bottle
You can't believe you'll make A difference or somehow be Different from others If you only do what others Do just to feel like you are Making a difference or Being different because Those others said so and have The backing of many others Saying "We're making a difference" Typically, if you're being Accepted by the many, you're In a group of followers When you begin to ruffle feathers That's different and now You're living a life worthy  of Being called different Just LIVE Those opinions you seek Don't follow you six feet down
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Mar 28, 2019
Mar 28, 2019 at 6:50 PM UTC
Yourself
It feels as if the year doesn't Start till round March-April I remember there was never really A start or beginning as a child The calendar says one thing The clock tells me more And I suppose we could follow that I see the wheels of the year Slowly begin to turn when The sun comes back out It makes more sense that way, I think Everything begins to hit me I understand that now, No more trying to fix last year It's too late for anything like that Now I see everyone galloping Scrounging to figure out who They will be this year, the big race But I'll sit from the stands With the paper and my drink Knowing **** well we all lose
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Mar 28, 2019
Mar 28, 2019 at 6:02 PM UTC
Race Day