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No
No
No
No
No to negative remarks,
No to being rated by low marks,
No to opinions trying to define you,
No to being called a fool,
No to self disrespect.
No to bad negative aspects,
No
No
No
No
She's got nowhere to go,
She's called a rebel,
They don't know
That,that's her only survival mechanism,
She feels like an already extinct organism,
She craves attention,
She just doesn't know how to get it the right way,
Don't judge her,find out her motivation,
You might just put her in the right path,in the right way.
 Nov 2015 Carrillo
mrmonst3r
The promise
of emptiness
Is no reward for
the miles you
Walked
on daggers.
 Nov 2015 Carrillo
ryn
Fangs
 Nov 2015 Carrillo
ryn
.
  •sharpened to                                  • prowling  this
  a point•made                                     hallowed night
  to sink easily                                      •to satiate my  
    into flesh •                                         hunger   pa-    
     power   to                                            ngs• know    
     maim and                                            my name      
    disjoint•                                            as i take    
       spilling                                             flight  •      
       blood,                        ­                    cower      
          warm                                          as i ba-      
           and                                         re my      
          fre-                                      fan-        
         sh                                   gs        
•                                •
.
.
Happy Halloween!
 Nov 2015 Carrillo
ryn
Retrospect
 Nov 2015 Carrillo
ryn
In retrospect,
dredging up past events    
that led to the here and now.              
Pending course of actions in which to exact...    
Reaching as far back as the mind would allow.

In retrospect,
studying the reflection
in the rear view mirror,  
as the present freezes itself intact.
Sifting through past images...        
Second by second,
frame by frame.      
Identifying overlooked pitfalls          
and margin of errors.      

In retrospect,
straddling the realm...  
Where my current state of mind      
lapses into a minute-long sleep.  
Sights on the future... Folded blind,
discerning the treachery          
of impulsive thoughts and actions.        
Diving up from oceans deep,    
painting the backdrop beyond paths at
unmarked junctions.              

In retrospect*,
every detail deconstructed...
Deliberated against the yardstick  
of what's done and the supposed.    
Refracted memories snap back clean into place.      
Over and over...        
Layer upon layer...    
Time and again forming      
the looming weight      
that pulls me to a stumble              
into the stagnant puddle...  
Of long gone days.
 Nov 2015 Carrillo
ryn
Individualism
 Nov 2015 Carrillo
ryn
All the experiences
from life's coffers
I'm willing to take

To commit into text
with deliberate romanticism

My brand of unspoken poetry
with sense
only I can make

To rebut
my mind's
skeptic cynicism
 Nov 2015 Carrillo
Gaye
When he asked me to draw something I made little flowers at the corners of pages and when I grew up they bloomed all over my notebooks, today I pick them up one by one, look through the pages to see him and the evenings humming birds sang on its branches.
 Nov 2015 Carrillo
Gaye
final rain
 Nov 2015 Carrillo
Gaye
...and when you sleep and wake in a world so unfamiliar I sit cross-legged on the floors of my house, watch rain kiss the Arabian sea and west winds wave a goodbye..
Old chap.
 Nov 2015 Carrillo
Gaye
come
 Nov 2015 Carrillo
Gaye
No revolution, emotional shipwreck, card games, magic, motorcycle, daisy chains, silk, marbles or your mountain nest and jasmine fields. Come with me.
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