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 Jan 2014 N0thing
Ink
The wind howls
outside my bedroom window
shaking me
my heart; my soul

it screams
while you sit there
drinking sweet-smelling coffee
a baby boy in Africa
cries of hunger
and aching ribs.

while you are curled up
under warm and soft blankets
an old and lonely man
wanders the darkest streets
looking for warmth;
a home

while you hide there
surrounded by light and family
with an aura of ungratefulness
you are lost in the rays of your technologies
with a frown on your angelic face
when a weeping woman
shakes and prays
for her gone children to reach Heaven happily
but you dare forget God to a screen?


my house shakes
from Wind's agonizing words
and a streak of cold
trickles into my haven
along with the words
"what am I doing?"

somehow
my stiff legs reach
a window
and the arms in front of me
pull it open
to reveal no sound at all

where is the wind?
did he leave just as
he touched
my heart; my soul
making me waver?
or does a gust not howl ,
speak,
and isn't heard?

no
the wind was here
for how else did the once-twinkling snowflakes
suddenly freeze
and lose all of their beauty?

no one but Wind
would take the innocence
of such young and beautiful white specks
just as they landed
in this cold,
dark world

no one but Wind
would flare you with reality
enough to make you cry with obliviousness
for this wind; my Wind
he is the voice off all those
who have faced
life's stinging brutality;
him
instead of
hiding under covers
and whispering morbid lies
that
everything is okay
What do you do when life is feeling like a dream,
and nothing is really how its seems?
Just try to wake up, or if that fails then just wait until you wake up naturally.
If I told you that you mean
something to me
could you open up your mind
and see yourself more clearly
don't you understand
you don't need to be royalty
you're just as great
as a new song from Demi
so let's stop pretending
that we're not who we want to be
let's start looking in the mirror
and liking who we see.
So let's stop lying to ourselves
we're just as good
as everyone else
don't let anyone bring you down
let's just paddle ahead on this ocean of emotion
and let's stay happy and not frown.
So don't let them tell you,
that you're not great
let's not be consumed
by our own hate
for the person we see,
let's decide our fate,
so don't let it bring you down
or you'll get cut
by the mirror shards on the ground,
but you're still here,
you're still around,
you're important.
So don't cry when I can't be found,
just look inside you
and hear the sound
of these words
inside you're heart
you're meaningful, important,
and if you feel sad just go back to the start,
and read this over and over again, until you understand.
I won't stop writing until you're smiling,
and only then this poem will end.
Just remember no matter what, life is only as great as you make it. : )
 Jan 2014 N0thing
Cory Ellis
If you haven't noticed
our generation is failing
Our earth is dying
Doesn't any body understand?
Its all a reflection of us
what the earth feels we will feel
Empty
without true love
the sun is lonely
it burns what drops by
Even our earth turns away from it
what a sad existence for something that gives so much
its warmth holds us up
and we work away its light
and only come out
when the moon shadows the night
women
don't compete
men
don't back away
take what is yours darling
you'll never get another shot
fix me
fix you
please do
lend a hand
be a friend

Love
I don't get the word
its a word to disguise our pain
pain as pleasure
even on entrance
a trick of cancer
*******
risking death
the end of the ******
love may sew temporary wounds
but we are chronic

The belief is free love
in sexuality freedom
its only a myth
because of our duality
one side suffers
as one side grows to yield
one side grows to grow
eruption in the psyche
and the shamans and heroes are gone
our women are now men
and are men are now women
Visions of our future come to me
although, we are better speakers
than we are listeners
so
would
could
one soul make a difference
I could go on forever
but I will someday die
and when I returned to the earth
I expected a lot of change
but I only saw my hard work
twisted by the power people
 Jan 2014 N0thing
Ink
Gay
 Jan 2014 N0thing
Ink
Gay
A man
May want what he can't have

His heart may lack
What he desires the most

His smile may hide
His longing or feeling

But it is sin,
They say

So he will hide it all
For society

And pretend to be
"One of us"

Yet inside
He is different

In possibly
The most terrifying way imaginable

Let him have what he desires
For we are sinners too

If you don't think it's natural
Please open your eyes

Look outside and see the women
With their legs spread wide open

At one point that would have been "wrong"
But that changes

It all changes

So your mind should too
And accept it
 Jan 2014 N0thing
Ink
The Pit
 Jan 2014 N0thing
Ink
I lay on the ground, shivering.

The walls around me are made of stone, they fill up my world.

I cannot see beyond them. Have never seen beyond them.

Instead, I lay in this pit, on the cold ground, with a dark light surrounding me. It is the only light in the Pit.

The light is of the sky that blows snowflakes onto the Earth. Far above, I see this sky and it illuminates this world into a grey haze.

The beauty of it is undeniable. Yet, a snowflake never falls here. There is no white to marvel.

Outside these walls, the snow fills a surrounding forest of white birches and the cold ground.

I have never seen the forest, but it is there.

I lay on the Pit's stone, shivering; dieing.

The whispers of the Demons haunt me. They are the only other voices I know.

They tell me nothing but what is horrible.

But this Pit and the Demons of Darkness are beautiful.

They are my life source and I am theirs.

But the price of this pain is costly.
 Jan 2014 N0thing
Kait Zinke
I sit and I listen
to the people
telling me
"you can do it"
and I believe it
I sit and listen
to all of the lies
and I believe
that what they're telling me
is true
because they say
"you can trust us"
and I believe I can
but I know
I shouldnt
yes I take a risk
and I take that
final leap
and I am now falling
falling
falling
falling into the deep
blue
vast ocean
where the waves engulf me
and I am taken
I look around and
though I am under
siege of the deep blue
yet I can still breathe
I can't escape it's grasp
but it's as though
I am finally
safe
the ocean is my
guardian
and I am finally
home
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