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 Mar 2018 Existential me
Isabelle
she’s afraid to scratch
the itch in her heart
afraid of what might come leaking out
afraid that it might be love
afraid that it will bleed her out
i have decided to leave work and have some music time, as the song reaches my ears, i remembered you
 Mar 2018 Existential me
Cné
it’s the first day of March so beware
with a hint of sweet spring in the air
you might be tempted
thinking winter has ended
only to be caught by Jack Frost, unaware
It's 3am

I'm on the phone
No one's awake and I'm alone

It's 3am

The radio's on
Songs are played on lonely station

It's 3am

I'm in my bed
My eyes are open and sleep has fled

It's 3am

I'm on the balcony
The sky is dark and just quite scary

It's 3am

Some windows have lights
Could they also not sleep tonight

It's 3am

I'm still awake
When will life ever give me a break
Insomniac nights are the worst. And it's been going on like this for quite awhile.
Let’s talk about the elephant in the room...


                     GUNS...

Guns don’t hurt, wound or **** people

People with those guns

Hurt, wound and **** people...

      
         So very sad news

Happening throughout our world....
I may spark some controversy but our world has been hit hard and something has to be done. I am NOT saying ban guns, I am NOT against guns just make stricter laws and rules and better security. Just sad.
I bow my head and pray...

May the doctor have steady hands
Ease your pain
Remove what is causing your sickness
Release the pressure
Fix you up
Have a fast and easy recovery

It’s in the hands of the doctor
In the strength of God
Power of prayer
Love from all
My step father in law is having brain surgery tomorrow morning to remove a tumor. Praying everything turns out ok. Fingers crossed
 Feb 2018 Existential me
Gidgette
Looking into the still,
black waters
that is your
imagined soul,
My withering prince,
everything held within,
a mere reflection of the
nothingness of time
And did it hurt,
My withering prince?
When I fell through
all the nothingness
that is you?

My empty memories,
of your stone hands
bleed the spaces
between seconds,
between dry tears
And I likened my soul,
to the yellowing pages
of an aged book,
crumbling,
tattering,
with every touch

My withering prince,
did it hurt,
when I fell through,
all the nothingness,
that is you?~A
<3
 Feb 2018 Existential me
Emma
I have fallen for three
The first carried me through the torturous meadows of life,
kissing my forehead the entire time
The second held my hand on scary rides and brought me flowers and sushi whenever I loathed to be alive
The third wrote poems about me then crinkled them up to show how easily he could throw me away because he controlled me dead or alive
I shall fall no more for a poet
what fear
has been taught
to fear death
is
fear

what sadness was made
less
an
comfort

that the beds we make
as
children

lead us to sleep
on
floors
of
hate

everyday as we are greeted
never really truly greeted
it is only in my last breath
we will be greeted
to wake
and
die
is better
than to
live if not in love
what has been taught from youth
?


















...
..
.
gunned
...
..
.
I look around and all I see
is stupid people all around me

what happened to common sense?
When I was growing up we didn't need warning labels on everything we weren't that stupid

what happened to work ethics?
When I was a kid we had to work hard if we wanted something now people expect handouts

what happened to being kind to your neighbors?
Growing up everyone in our neighborhood were every race and we were "family"

what happened to respect for your elders?
I was always taught to be kind and respectful of my elders and help them out whenever possible

What happened to morals?
My parents instilled honesty, respect , don't steal, don't cheat, don't help someone else cheat, and treat others the way you want to be treated, in me at a young age I couldn't break them if I wanted to because they are hardwired into my brain.

What happened to telling the truth?
All I ever hear anymore is lies

What happened to society?
We used to play outside, shovel snow for our neighborhood, we didn't use technology, we went on actual dates , holding hands and talking was the best way to show you cared , now people have online relationships never meeting eachother and sending ***** pictures. People text when sitting next to eachother. No-one actually talk to eachother. People now are so stupid that they need warning labels on everything, no-one has god in their hearts.

I was taught that there is good in everyone but when I look around all I see is morons that only care about themselves and will lie cheat and use anyone to get what they want.
Sorry started off as a poem but turned into a rant
These clothes, they hide
These clothes, conceal
And when these clothes slide off
There's nothing left to reveal

Unhooked clasps
Undone buttons
Just unwrap this body
'Til absolutely nothin'

My raw self for
Only you to view
Removing this fabric
Is saying that I trust you
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