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Cold winter deceit
Is reminding me
the guy who is in control
of the buckets of rain
has just dropped
an inch on our terrain

he didn't see fit
to consult with us guys
as to whether we'd like
the weather wet or dry

his inconsiderate weather
shall ****** our Saturday
we'll have to stay inside
out of the muddy clay

it is our most fervent desire
for Sunday to be sunlit
so we can get out on the tennis court
to enjoy a few baseline and volley hits

we've had enough
drops of rain falling here
and we'll be a jolly lot
when the weather clears
 Jan 2014 Gabriel
Traveler
You...
You forget, a complete lapse of short-term memory
You laugh then are overcome with anger in your drunken amnesia
It's as if you're in a state of drunken bipolar idiocy
Why are you threatening me, hmm...
Now me...
Why do I feel violent
Why am I punching you in the back of your head
What part of my human nature is causing this behavior
Even in my sober mind I'm still intoxicated
In subconscious constraints of lost innocence
I hate violence, therefore I hate a part of myself.
stressing over a homework assignment that has absolutely no meaning and is complete *******
stressing over a guy who stares at me for the whole lunch hour but wont dare to say hello because of whatever reason and i dont know whether to make the initiave or not
stressing over wanting to rebel and scream at the top of my lungs and run away to a place that wont make me oh so satisfied
stressing over family on how obnoxious they can be but still being patient because i love them
stresssing over trying to make him notice me
stressing over wanting to "fit in" to some sort of crowd that doesnt exist
stressing over not knowing what i want to do for the rest of my life
stressing over not knowing whether id find that person to complete me
 Jan 2014 Gabriel
Sjr1000
The
Intensity
Of our grief
Equals
Our capacity to love.
Added in honor of Maria on this day,  5/15/14.
For all who have lost those that they love.
night's cloak of darkness
lifts to display the daylight
nature's own drama
one hath wasted much energy
on a trite thing for too long
from this day forward one shall
wisely use vigor
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