Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
 
 Dec 2014 KiingRie
RC
Broken Toy
 Dec 2014 KiingRie
RC
Sleeves of scars
and a garter of silver lines and burns
oh the hurt I've endured
Seated by the fire as a child
Lord knows I've had thoughts like this for a while
I'd dwell on the discretion I took
brooding over every hook that snagged my flesh
made a mess
of the little girl I never was
and they who shook me
pet me from the inside out
must have forgotten to what degree
their consumptive hands made me bleed
God how I wish they could see
every stain left with or without cause
was provoked by their nostalgic applause
but I don't even blame them
It was a conscious disease
perniciously eating
still chewing at me.
 Dec 2014 KiingRie
Harry J Baxter
Everybody's got their own words
You quote mine
Everybody's got their own story
I wrote mine
Everybody thinks I'm ******* nuts
Wanna hold mine?
The last lines of a song by underground hip hop collective The Orphanage (Rhyme Sayers Entertainment). I've been a huge fan of hip hop for as long as I can remember and some of the first writing I ever did were ****** little raps when I was about 11 years old. These lines speak to me specifically because it says that regardless of what other people may think, everybody has something of value to say that others will be able to relate to. You just have to find your own voice and work on honing it to a sharp, powerful edge. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FbkYlpz7kHI Thar's the link to the whole track if you are interested. Keep on keeping on scribblers
- Harry J. Baxter
 Dec 2014 KiingRie
RC
Prismatic
 Dec 2014 KiingRie
RC
There are certain things you hear in the peak of night moments
the creak of a swing set as snow falls in pools of still around you
her eyes crinkling from the in to the outside when she smiles
crisp as the wind biting your lips
so you step towards her
tucking strands of hair behind her ears and under her cap
leaning towards those fragile wanting eyes
and tilting her head back
kissing more than a smile
but a someone who personifies the meaning of art
creating scenes  of meaning in the city scapes where we rest our hearts
in the pockets of a secret places where forest splits the sky
I've repeatedly fell in love with this girl
this girl with art in her glittering eyes.
Sorry for poem overload.
 Dec 2014 KiingRie
RC
Jonathan
 Dec 2014 KiingRie
RC
He unsettles the deepest parts of me
tremors reverberate through my bones
awaken unfamiliar motives
spit dusky intentions into my skull.
His taste lingers with a burn on my lips
and I can still see the darkening bruises
his fingertips coaxed onto my skin.
They intensify by the day.
He planted seeds in my mouth
bouts of lurid need growing south
and he knows  they're  there.
I swear, his eyes drill holes in my lungs
where the cattails are tearing through
too fragile tissue
clinging to and pressing up against my chest
I think he sees their impressions on my flesh
but I can't break his gaze
I'm a moth and his eyes are ablaze
he's tracing my visible strain to look away
he wants me to miss the warmth of his flame
and I do.
Regrettably
Irresponsibly
Unequivocally
do.
I hope he never sees this dear lord. He won't.. but ****.
 Dec 2014 KiingRie
RC
Little Bird
 Dec 2014 KiingRie
RC
Like a bird flying high
coasting over her whole life
she knows she has to make it
Her eyes have opened wide
she's singing over her old lies
chance is here and it's time for her to take it
She faked her smile for a while
danced around fear and kicked up denial
but she never let anyone break her
never let a storm shake her
never let soiled hands cause her heart to ache.
 Dec 2014 KiingRie
Gwen
she was tired.
physically and mentally.
she wanted to close
her eyes and never
open them again.
to breathe her
last breath.

So she did.
 Dec 2014 KiingRie
Gwen
s ilent voices
u nderneath my skin
i n a dark world it
c aptures the weak
i t takes us away
d rowns our bones
e nding our nightmare
 Dec 2014 KiingRie
Gwen
Don't leave
 Dec 2014 KiingRie
Gwen
I am used to shutting everyone out,
Hiding away so I feel safe.
Hurt too many times to be foolish,
and think it's okay to trust people.
Yet, I trusted you from day one.
I let myself open up to you,
in ways I have never done before.
I was scared at first of loving you,
Scared to death of falling for you.
But while trying not to fall for you,
I fell harder than I ever thought I could,
And you fell for me as well.
I will never regret letting you in,
I will never regret falling in love with you
Just,
Please don't go.
what did i even write?
 Dec 2014 KiingRie
Kyle Dickey
It's all an act,
The smiles I send to those that pass me in the hall,
The ex girlfriends I once said I loved,
The laughs and chuckles,
Almost any conversation that someone holds meaning to,
It was all an act,
There is only one person in this god forsaken world;
A single person I didn't have to put on an act for,
That person was you,
But when I took off my mask,
Showed my true face you turned the other way,
In silence you left me naked with no mask to hide me,
All the truth came out and I'm left in silence,
Still loving you through this pain,
Still there when you are in trouble,
Always thinking of and loving you,
With my emotion loose,
Running ramped through my heart,
Like a wild animal through a burning jungle,
My mask broken now,
The act must go on,
I will go on...
Next page