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The simplest of my desires,
an ailment for these wounds;
They avoid me like the stars
were just fleeing from the moon.
Time has no mercy,
so precise in his plan,
because now was the then
when then slipped through a strand.
A novel of thoughts,
but no language for the pen.
Sinking skin and brittle bones,
when soul so lonesome spent.
The blood of every battle
spills the same as the last.
Buried with every loss
to relinquish the past.
Eaten by desire,
for a kiss on these wounds.
Hold me like the stars
stay aside the moon.
 Aug 2014 Unreal Society
Peeka
Thoughts spiral in circles, pondering existence
Worrying about what happens, or ignoring fate after darkness
Is life a vacation from nothingness?
Do Bible stories of two opposing paths bring more comfort- or less?
Could it be- every thought is controlled by languages?
Not the independent "me's."
Or is there more than one mindset, can we be freed?
Possibly dreaming forever in the end, more questions begin
Will I encounter the same souls again-
Did I choose this life I'm living in?

Possibly something has control over what we ponder
Everything may remain mystery after eternal slumber
All we see and feel, illusions- moans of thunder
Absence of reality, hopeful or hopeless banter?
Purpose connected by wonder
One day we will discover the truth of the matter
What a feat, was it worth it-
Pondering existence?
Did I choose this life I'm living in?
someone once told me that the
people who we want the most are
the monsters under our beds and
the core reason of why we find fault
in everything we do and are because
we are only trying to please them,
and now I understand why I started
to doubt my love for you.

-doubtful

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 Aug 2014 Unreal Society
cameran
i'm paralyzed between the fears
of being a nobody,
or letting the pressures of being
a somebody get to my head
I don't know what I want anymore
 Aug 2014 Unreal Society
Emily
The predator invading my thighs
did not care for words
It burned me with smug smiles
and cold hands,
carpet covered in dog **** pressing
against my back.
Turning my sanctuary into my
prison,
my own flesh into fear,
made my body need healing.
It punctured me with your venom
but no one has ****** it out yet,
trust me,

I've made them try.
Killed a moth on principle last night
I saw it outside standing on my air-conditioning
Then I found it inside after I turned my air-conditioning off
Climbed in through the silent vent
and orbited my light bulb l006 times
Before I killed it with a sock
and whipped it one more time into the lamp’s brass base
Almost saved a moth on principle last night
Rationality’s a sham and you know it
The moth said in the morning
I found it clung to my lampshade, dead
with white **** coming out from under a wing ripped in half
Life is a sham we all share
Belonging to no masters
Bowing to no shiny idol
Formed as crashing waves
Tsunami and the tidal

Freeing enslaved minds
Requiring no police
From simplistic limerick
To powerful treatise

Capable to be inclusive
of every type of mind
From hideously critical
To the wise and kind

Between sanity - insanity
The line delightfully blurs
A home for loony writers
Saboteurs and connoisseurs

Ignore at poetry's peril
This most mediocre rhyme
The more that verse is policed
The less that it will chime
We all have a responsibility to appose division how ever hard it seems
 Aug 2014 Unreal Society
Joe Cole
What madness is taking over this world?
Why the mothers, why the children?
When I was a soldier I made a choice
I knew the risks.
I blame them all.
Taliban, Israelies, Americans even my own countrymen
Yes, all the warmongers who make money from the sale of arms
All the radicals who don't believe in democracy
All those who steal the lands and destroy the homes
of those less educated or less wealthy
I hope those responsible can sleep soundly at night
Those who fire the randomly aimed rocket and shell
can wash the blood stains from their hands.
They don't have to listen to the weeping mothers
They can close theirs eyes and ears to the anguish
of families ripped apart
They are never close enougn to smell the cloying stench
of drying blood and rotting bodies

Were it in my power to do so I would take them there
And rub their noses in it
,
 Aug 2014 Unreal Society
Joe Cole
RELIGION
It has so many crimes to answer to
Yes crimes against humanity
I think back to the holy wars
Christian ( what a joke ) against the might of Islam
But who had the right to say what was right and what was wrong
The Spanish inquisition,  torture and death to non believers
Look at the various sects in Islam
Where by one it was considered just to shoot a 15 year old girl
in the head because she dreamt of being a teacher
Isreal, now the bully boys of the middle east ( With American backing )
Historically Israelites where a tribe within Palestine
But now Palestine (Gaza) is a state within Israel.
A British decision in 1948
Here I see a similarity between Israel and the early Americans
Emigrating West
And not caring about the tribes and peoples they displace in the doing
Greed and religion, the two curses of the world
My church is the fields and forests, my god is nature
I need no more than that
I make no apologies if I've offended any one of you or offended your beliefs
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