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 Dec 2019 Atticus
Carlo C Gomez
Oh, turpentine
meet Caroline.

She's diverting and lovely,
but no painter.

Completely misses a warning
on the container.

Her skin is pale
and thin as paper.

In contact with the flame
she turns to vapor.
 Dec 2019 Atticus
Anthony Smith
too FAT too SHORT too WITHDRAWN
too THIN too DUMB too SMART
too OLD too WEAK too GOTH
too QUEER too PARANOID too PREPPY

they judge, they mock, they laugh, they jest.
a game they play, all fun and games.
Who cares what they say, why should i listen
the taunts of the others, out for their own.

I don't care, I refuse to see
They will never get to me.. and yet..

Tune it out, look away, doesn't make it end.
no harm intended, death resulted.

Their words have no conviction, no meaning.
This I know, this I believe, but then tell me why..

Why I cannot stop reading the writing on the walls?

too TALL too GROSS too UGLY
too NERDY too SMELLY too CREEPY
too SLOW too HYPER too SENSITIVE

They point, they mock, they regret, they don't care.
Today, tomorrow, last night and before.
They vandalize the air with words they don't intend.

I don't care, I refuse to see
They will never get to me.. and yet..

I walk away, talk to me back
Put you behind me, i cannot hear.

Your words are mute, they matter not.
This I know, this I believe, but then tell me why..

Why I cannot stop reading the writing on the walls?
And why don't they put down the pen?

Too cruel Too harsh Too unprovoked
Too Jealous Too abused Too angry
Too Beaten Too unheard Too unloved

They've been there, they try to cope.
Lashing out instead of lashing in.
Fighting for the chance they never got.

This I know, this I believe.
I don't care, I refuse to see
They will never get to me... and yet..

Tell me why, even knowing this,
why can I not stop reading the writing on the walls?
We are who we are, the hell with those that want to cut us down.
All her wild was put to rest
Under a long hand of darkness

But she remains a reflection in the cup
Swirling and twirling

Reminding me
There is light among the dark

There are dreams
There is always a poem

Resting beside the worries of yesterday

          - My wildflower tea
I don't know why but I'm missing a certain person right now
 Aug 2019 Atticus
btp
F-f-f-f- ...
 Aug 2019 Atticus
btp
Flying high, flying low
Falling hard, falling slow
#eh
 Aug 2019 Atticus
Jacob Reilly
La vie est un bateau
Qui ne doit pas couler
Mais qui ne peut voler
Flottant sur l’eau

Sur une jolie toile
Il avance tranquillement
Grâce à la voile
Et au vent changeant

Mais parfois ça devient rugueux
Et l’équilibre devient instable
Et les vagues sont grandes
Et le bateau ne peut pas supporter la tempête

Il s’enfonce profondément,
Plus profond, encore plus
Et au fond
Le bateau est oublié

Mais pourquoi ? Pourquoi le bateau a-t-il été oublié ?
Parce qu’il n’y avait personne qui l’attendait.
Il a erré dans le monde
À la recherche de quelqu’un qui l’accepterait

Personne ne l’a vu pour qui il était
Mais c’est ainsi que la vie est parfois
Et ainsi, à jamais le bateau doit reposer
Sur le fond de l’océan.
 Aug 2019 Atticus
Jacob Reilly
Lost
 Aug 2019 Atticus
Jacob Reilly
Beauty, is not what is here...
it is what is lost.
 Aug 2019 Atticus
Jaemy
I'm never going to
fall
in love again
cause i'm always getting
wounded
you should always cleanse your wounds though
 Aug 2019 Atticus
fray narte
eleanor
 Aug 2019 Atticus
fray narte
She was an art,
but she wasn't the type
you'd find in museums
or the type that would
make you feel profound things
in your chest.

She was an art
tucked in hidden pockets
of a faded yellow dress.
She was an art,

slowly sketching herself
out of existence.
 Aug 2019 Atticus
Viancy
Ouroboros
 Aug 2019 Atticus
Viancy
I want to sit at the edge of the world
with my legs hanging
and wonder how my life could have been
If I have lived that other life so far away from here

It might just probably be the same cycle unfolding,
The same old dusty vices, same me eating my own tail

And I pretend that is my consolation
to think everything could have been the same.
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