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It's days like these
where I sometimes wonder
Who loved who first?
and who will stop loving
the other first?
It's always there in the back of my mind.
.

Someone said, “Hey Stephan,
what’s up with all this love
It seems in every poem
that’s what you’re thinking of

Why are you always dreaming,
why is it you can’t see
That love is just a legend,
a made up fallacy

The world is filled with evil,
don’t you watch the news
CNN or NBC
or others you can choose

Clinton is a liar,
Trump is just a creep
They’ll both destroy the nation
for fortunes that they reap

Murders by the thousands,
death is in the streets
I can’t believe you haven’t seen
within the many tweets

Our water is polluted,
we’re choking on the air
They even have new bathrooms
for every one to share

Prices through the ceiling,
paychecks in the ground
Protesters are screaming,
you can hear them all around

There’s war in other countries
Servers have been hacked
Innocent bystanders
Caught in the attack

Drugs are running rampant,
****** is king
Coming through the border,
such a nasty thing

Little kids are crying,
not enough to eat
Living in the squalor,
sleeping in the street

So tell me, will you Stephan,
what’s up with what you write
Every poem filled with love,
morning, noon and night"

I looked at him a moment
and with all honesty
I said to him, "I’m sorry sir,
were you talking to me?

I was lost writing this poem
for one I do adore
I didn’t hear you talking,
could you please say it once more?"


**He just walked away shaking his head
only gamble
what you know
you can afford
to lose
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Painless, it was the word of the day
Grateful, for the endorphins they gained
Angels, swing down with leather above
Shock-waves, roaring in chemical love

The slaves that I whip are chained to the steeple
I am the Church of the Chemical People
I am Grief.
Shadows in your mind,
cobwebs in your throat,
shaking hands reaching for
someone who's no longer there.
An unbearable loss.

I leave you empty of words
and feelings
and life,
yet full of emptiness,
and sadness
and hurt.
Words are gone,
light is too bright,
sound is too loud,
life is too hard.

The lost one's voice,
a ****** of laughter,
perk up in hope.
Remember that they're not there.
Death is permanent
and I am Grief,
your friend.
Rise and fall the sound declares
Pouring the unspoken
The sigh blowing the whispers you never heard
Hardly not forgotten

Rise and fall it goes in your mouth
Running for a glimmer of shadow that you found in light
Hallowed by the feathers your unseen heart deployed

Rise and fall of the intense touch you felt in someones arm
The video game they put to shame
In all the never ending pain

Rise and fall i sow the seeds
Crawling beside the bedrock of weeds
Put together in a land of my veins
Bound for sweat and blood

Rise and fall i go
In the beginning i will never know
Rise and fall i go
In the future i will know

Rise and fall
Bouncing like a ball
Over the gravity i float
Rise and fall i rise
Escaping from all the tearful lies

Rise and fall
Just let the heart skip the beating
find your way to believing
After all we are living
And always remember the feeling

Just let it rise
And learn to fall
I say I am strong in my voice
You say "only the strong remain quiet"
I say I am nervous
You say "you're overreacting"
I say my passion is to help others
You say I only "seek attention"
I say my battles have been rough
You say my battles "aren't that bad"
I say I've been through a lot
You say "others have been through worse"
I say I miss my hair
You you say "at least you didn't lose it all"
I say I feel ugly
You say "it's not a big deal"
I say I am afraid what's to come
You say "at least you're better than before"
I say the world is cruel
You say "I am different"
I say I don't feel good today
You say "you should be better by now"
I say sometimes I cry
You say "for what"
I say I'm overcome
You say I'm "over thinking"

I say nothing
you say "why are you so quiet?"
(C) Maxwell 2016
I get lost in your kiss
                   Yet feel at home on your **lips
Are you putting on a show?
Playing a part
Or
Standing in the wings?

'Life's not a rehearsal ', they say.

Are you hogging the limelight
Stealing the show
Or making an entrance?

'The play's the thing.' They say.

Did you learn your lines?
Can you live the role?
Have you the right props
To make an entrance?

'The show must go on.' They say.

Or are you in the chorus, strutting your stuff
In step with the rest?
Or in the audience
Clapping and stomping?
Or scribbling?

It's a short run.
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