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 Nov 2012 DM
Roger Turner - Poet
People run and people hustle
They push and pull and tug and tussle
For what?

Lines extend around the block
Full of people set to go in hock
For what?

A crushing, living, breathing mass
Who won't subside to let one pass
For what?

Weather good or weather poor
They only want inside the store
For what?

A tale is told of victor's spoils
Of all their silly, shopping toils
For what?

Black Friday shoppers spending all
Filling every shopping mall
For what?

I cannot grasp their need to spend
Tell me when will madness end
For what?
For those people in the US and now, unfortunately in Canada, who must shop on Black Friday. For what? deals are there after the sale day, people overspending, buying because the media says they must get the deal first. This is not Christmas, this  is just madness and mayhem and one breath away from a riot. Send in the security, I need to get my tv to my car!!!
 Nov 2012 DM
For the Sparrows
It lingers in my heart
Sing me a song,
sing sadness away
 Nov 2012 DM
Olivia Lane
We all know the feeling
That unescapable sense of dread
It makes everything hard
Even just getting out of bed
You probably know someone
Who has felt it too
We can't stop it
The feeling is true
Now I know what you're thinking
That'll never happen to me
But I said the same thing
And now it's all that I see
People try to help
Though the have no clue how
Soon you'll come to realize
You are your only way out
 Nov 2012 DM
Olivia Lane
Why Cut?
 Nov 2012 DM
Olivia Lane
People always ask
"Why cut?" and
"Why don't you stop?"
But they don't understand
Without it I am nothing
Without it I am lost
I'm too far deep
And drowning in misery
I can't see past it
I can't ever end it
No matter how hard I try
It reels me back in
My only feeling
My only source of life
The pain of cutting
Can't even compare
To the pain of nothing
 Nov 2012 DM
EC Pollick
Inexistence.
 Nov 2012 DM
EC Pollick
There is
a perpetual hole in my life
where you used to be

And it doesn’t matter if
it’s only been an hour
Or seventeen days
Or seven months
Or three years.
It’s still there.

It has the cruelest consequences.
Even when you’re absent
You’re here with me.
and when I want you to be gone,
You are
but I feel your goneness,
and your absence
becomes a presence.
and not the one I want.

What’s worst is
you’re not dead
Or in a desolate war zone
Or being a good Samaritan
in a third world country;
You live right down the street.
You chose to be a hole
rather than to be
with me.

I might as well save electricity
And just unplug the “no”
of my vacancy sign.

Because there will always be one.
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