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 Jan 2015 Nite
ThePoet
You'll never remember
the bad when
you're in the
good

But you'll always
remember the good
when you're in
the bad

Pain is the
greatest necessity
of pleasure

©
 Jan 2015 Nite
CapsLock
Serenade
 Jan 2015 Nite
CapsLock
Hey little soldier sing me a song
a melody to help me move on.
Sit down Sir and and dance along,
wind blows harder for those who howl.

Hey Mister, don't be so sad,
because soon we'll see my loved ones.
This world made of dirt breaks us all,
even the one who holds the hammer one day will fall.

You see, for some time I've been around,
I know how all things turn out.
Then is this the end of the countdown?
I still don't know what any of this was about.

I'll gladly tell you the one meaning of this world
if it can help your mind get eased,
it's the one you choose to live this life for*.
Then the soldier might have smiled pleased.
Been working on this one for hours.
Hope someone likes it.
 Jan 2015 Nite
rantipole
final toll
 Jan 2015 Nite
rantipole
there is a voice inside my head
that tells of dreams and tells of dread.

thoughts of peace and thoughts of war
in which I’m rattled to my core.

the pain’s not real, I tell myself,
but it feels as though I’m in poor health.

a broken heart is not to blame,
instead my own eternal shame.

my soul’s been turned into a puddle;
the hands that hold it turned to funnels.

I feel and watch the water pour,
accumulating on the floor.

and there I sit, and there I shake,
while all my walls begin to quake.

within I feel I am not whole.
my mind must pay the final toll.
 Jan 2015 Nite
Jamie King
Caramel lips, with a body bathed in whipped cream and melted chocolate. With a taste that invigorates every last sansation within.

my eyes are hypnotised as she softly whispers in my ears to dine and delight. Leading me to temples of pleasure.
Her fingers as soft as feathers of golden eagles.
I'm riddled as to why I feel so feeble.

she has mastered the art of knismesis while I am still an apprentince.
temptation consumes me whole, while she moans I indulge in her as the night slowly... grows
Wrote this one in the morning ... I don't think I need to explain further haha
 Jan 2015 Nite
Shannon Jeffery
Magical images of the past
Eternal greatness ever lasts
Mystical travels for my heart
Open doors, times apart
Rickety works of my soul
Indented into my whole
Eager for creation of more
S**et sail for what's left in store
 Jan 2015 Nite
V
As you left me standing in the cold,
I started thinking about memories old.
They... Once made of gold
Now hold...
No value in my heart.
You have taken my heart apart.

I am but left...
To scramble for scattered remnants.
A vessel bereft,
Of its erstwhile tenants...

On my knees...
Picking up pieces with sombre gait.
Mind only sees...
An fallen dance with the ghosts of late.


As I begin with a clean slate,
I can't imagine so much hate.
For someone who I loved...
I try and push your memory away
But in the effort I sway.
It is too much to bear...
I'd give anything to hear...
Another I love you,
From you.
What happened when we were together
Our bond...
Was supposed to last forever,
But now it's just an echo of memories fond.

These young initial steps that I take...
Will eventually hasten in pace.
Leaving behind the scars that ache,
And embrace the new breeze that cradles my face.



Vardaan Nayar
**ryn
This poem was possible only becuase of the talent of my friend ryn...thanks a ton man
 Jan 2015 Nite
ryn
Reminder
 Jan 2015 Nite
ryn
I recently got reminded... Oh how I am caught
In a delicate web of disillusions
Make me see what is actually not
Make invisible my heart's secret questions

Been successful in putting aside all grief
But truth has it's way to make you pay
You can bury all grievances; you can mask all disbelief
But it'll all catch up; these things you've kept at bay

Make your silly compromises
To have the the best you just make allowances
Keep up your futile pretences
Accommodate your selfish preferences

Day had dawned where each question need their answer
Questions I've shrugged and left unaddressed
Indistinguishable when fact and fiction begin to blur
When dreams and reality have coalesced

Tonight I lay with the load I bring
Body asleep with my heart fully awake
Blessing or curse, this rude awakening
Decisions and choices left for the following suns to make
 Jan 2015 Nite
bones
Bleeding
 Jan 2015 Nite
bones
We danced toward
each other's wounds

with gentle step
and touched inside

and now the bleeding
has resumed

and all this blood
is hard to hide.
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