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 Sep 2016 HED TRAMA
Brother Jimmy
Altruism, at its best,
Is only a means to pass a test
That you perceive you are in...
Of an absent God who licks your chin

    "What, in her do you see? Pray tell!"
"She's so selfless; generous to all."
    "So she tells me", I think to myself.
"...To all but you.", I think.  And stall.

What do I tell my dear dear brother?
What do I tell this brilliant boy?
That I'd rather he find another?
Altruism schmaltruism - Where's the joy?

Out of the ashes
Altruism arises
Here in this place
There are no prizes

There are no rewards
Other than bragging rights...

Cut the cord. Loose the bonds.
It's flimsy fodder - to offset fights
Some people who think they are altruistic AF are really the most hurtful to those close to them.

...but of course...hurt people hurt people.
 Sep 2016 HED TRAMA
Brother Jimmy
Hello stress
Goodbye rest
Hello late nights
Hello appetite
Goodbye judgement
Hello lament

Workouts are fleeting
Enter bad eating
My addictions just shift now
From TV to...what now?

It's drugs in the morning
It's food at lunch
A smoke ring I'm forming
Now back to the crunch

Next'll be uppers then downers then more bull
And soon I'll need hard **** to feel half normal

At the end of this hectic whole putrescent week
It's a buzz and some rest and some love that I seek
This is ****.
( But I'm publishing it anyway- )
 Sep 2016 HED TRAMA
Brother Jimmy
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Let it out
Let love in
Let it go
Let love win

Love every soul you see
Make love for lovers' sakes
Make happiness make glee
Mend all folks real or fake

My end will come from my beginning
No happenstance no random chance
Nor penance, plucking from your winning
No loss from staunch opponent's lance

Oh would that we could wane
Our dim dichotomies' details donned;
Outside this window pane
Oh wildest winds, we want to wander!

Penance plunders grace
Perchance, do you hear laughter?
Pick up your fallen face
Quick think: what are you after?

Remember what was ransomed
Remarkable requests are made
Requisite responses that result
Sacred sacrifice - ransom paid

So stop the secret scratching
Soothe your screaming skin
The way your thoughts keep hatching...
& That tell-tale heart ticking within,

Take a look around
This is a lucky life we live
Though time takes senses: sight, and sound
Taste, scent, and touch - like sand through sieve


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 Sep 2016 HED TRAMA
Brother Jimmy
Everybody run
Run into the sun
It's time to put your pencils down
For the weekend
Has come!


Or, in the vernacular of the local peasantry,

"******' AYY, MAN!  I'M OUTTA HERE!"

"Peace-Out!"
 Sep 2016 HED TRAMA
nivek
We all are refugees
temporarily sheltered
on the road, homeless.
Medusa my muse
Can you not be alone
Do you need me to choose
How you turn me to stone

No venom laments
Or cold, lifeless stare
Could halt my attempts
To freeze in your glare

Your hair although snakes
Your scales worn in shame
Your frigid heart breaks
Claiming mine all the same

Your mirrored dejection
Remaining concealed
But beauty reflects in
My Perseus shield

I let down my guard
And lower my blade
The gods left you scarred
And ravaged, unmade

Poseidon's fell sin
Athena's wrath scorn
Only hardens my skin
To match your sad form

In cavernous depths
I see your true face  
Now take my last breaths
With your gorgon embrace

Medusa your gaze
Be it mine alone
Show me the ways
You can turn me to stone
 Sep 2016 HED TRAMA
Aztec
I was destroyed
I was numbed
I was crying
I was holding my phone on my chest waiting for that vibration to act as a electric shock to my heart...
HOPE
I couldn't  eat
I couldn't sleep
I couldn't feel
After that night Everything felt distanced
" But I was so happy" I would tell my self
I would question my beliefs
I would question all the sins i've done
I would cry out "Im sorry" to the people i've hurt unintentionally.
But I realized he was Judas.
My own Judas.
day 3 of my poem series
 Sep 2016 HED TRAMA
Ali Thomson
Yes we are different.
Our world in our mind,
Our home in the quiet.
Our love for you is not outweighed
But merely overpowered
by our need for silence,
Time for pondering.
We feel suffocated by social pretences,
All the faces and feelings, blur swirl flee.
Just out of reach.
A lighthouse standing alone, yet
The sea roars and crashes all a round,
But it fails to be swept away.

We crave that slice of silence
To be alone with our mind.
Thoughts run free, discovering  
Places they've never before visited.
We are often our own Serena to Blair.
The fortifications built by our own design
Don't easily allow our thoughts to leave
the playground within our mind.
Be assured that although our mind and mouth
Don't always cooperate doesn't mean
That what is unsaid
Is necessarily unthought.
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