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 Mar 2013 Sayer
Samantha
The face of evil came to town
But his face wasn't evil at all

He smiled kindly, kissed both cheeks
And charmed you with his call

They say that the devil is beautiful
He was once an angel too

Now that I've seen the face of evil
I believe this statement is true

He speaks of many tearless nights
Since the day that he was born

I ask how could his parents
Just leave him ripped and torn?

I listened through the wall one eve
And heard him whisper low

"I'm filled with sorrow and despair
Though not a soul should know"


I never said a single word
Of what I heard that night

He showed to us his dimpled face
As he left by morning light

To this day I hear his voice
So sad and barely there

He's just a sad and broken creature
And only I seem to care
 Mar 2013 Sayer
Tina Fish
Cersei
 Mar 2013 Sayer
Tina Fish
Can’t help the way I feel right now.

Can’t pull out a chair for these emotions
or offer a jacket,
can’t catch it if it falls
can’t build walls to protect,
or stop bricks from shattering glass.

I’ve broken all forms of decorum.

Find myself tumbling at the thought,
find myself growing hot, and flustered,
words heavy, avalanches, boulders,
falling, smoldering, ashes,
if I were a cigarette I’d be the ****,
but I can’t seem to do anything about it.

I lack the decorum and the mindset to play this game.

Find myself anticipating the pain
and throwing the match,
lock in, and close the hatch,
over everything.

I think I like you.

Like, like you, like you.

And I find the thought troubles you,
and though I’m glad to stir the second thought
I’d rather not be the one that’s got you
caught, in a confused state,
knots in your stomach, gut pulling
down and flowing into some
intangible sea, oh wait, that was me,
feeling, peeling back layers of truth
that we, of course, didn’t want to do,
seems like reason’s going to lose,

do I have to choose sides?

How about I leave these feelings here,
inside, where they can just hide from view,
and I can just go back to that cruise,
just hold on and don’t lose control,
I’ve dropped pieces of me on the floor,
from the moment you walked through that door
I can’t seem to remember what I came here for
anyway…I hope they’ll lead a trail back.

Just pick up the pieces I let fall slack
and put them back in one place
and wipe this silly smile off my face
lace them with ‘you-shoulda-knowns”
and thoughts more akin to the older woes,
I’m balancing on the tips of my toes
and I can’t let go now.

I’m just gonna bow out and leave,
and roll heart back in off sleeve.
 Mar 2013 Sayer
Yifan Kong
talk
 Mar 2013 Sayer
Yifan Kong
pause

sweat collects in hollows between sound
and vertebrae
salt crusting over against the wall, skin.

i roll words and worlds between my cheeks
dusty marbles under the tongue rattling in
the empty spaces
not right and
too hard
too cold.

i spit them out and look
away before they land.
 Mar 2013 Sayer
ivy jubjub
halfway to infinity,
three quarters 'round the sun,
one of the many things she said to me
after she was gone
she said that's where you'll find me, love,
and breathed a slow slow smoke
halfway to infinity,
love, that's where i'll be
and with her words
her strange, strange words
she only could confuse me
and her charcoal lips would smile
as she said such strange and unreal things
yet paradoxically wrong, they sounded
or maybe halfway right.
right, i'd say, and where is that,
halfway round the sun and moon?
you'll find it someday, silly love,
but i can't tell you how.

halfway to infinity, she said,
three quarters round the sun,
i wish i knew what she meant by that
for now she's dead and gone
I grew up knowing to accept hate
It was a childhood version of how to segregate
Children were never kind to me through the years
Forming more hate that built up and filled with fears
I was lucky compared to most kids though
I never had a true taste of hate I had yet to know
In the past kids were segregated for their race
It was as if this entire world bashed them for taking up some space
The entire nation was once split in two
Brother after brother is something we all knew
The north and south each all fighting for something not alike
But that only made the hope of happiness winning to begin to spike
A great man stood in the great battle field between us all
Un-segregating those who needed it afterall
He was shot dead fighting for what he wanted
Some people really didn't know his hopes and they felt daunted
Today we fight another battlefield of pain
Thought must of this fighting is in vain
A man took the lives of many Americans twelve years ago
Destroyed the very being of America that we used to know
When the depression ran throught the nation
We still had to deal with all of the segregation
It ran through all of us as people living in peace
Chopping us up as humans without need piece by piece
Another war is in sight though we choose not to see it
A fatal blow to many of us as if we got hardly hit
Seperation throught the nation through segregation in our own eye
Whether we be gay, straight, trans, or even bi
We're all still people and still human
If only we truly knew about it then
I grew up in a world free of most types of hate
But we all knew we all live in a world who chooses to segregate
This is like my own rant in poem form, or a slam poem as some call it. So it is all true. First time attempt at one of these, so... yeah.
 Mar 2013 Sayer
Zachary Ampora
You and me are falling
See the bodies dropping
Everyone is dying
Of this plague.

You and me don't have it
Everyone could be saved
If not for me.

I always mess up
I am always failing
I should be dying
Not them

But that's not how it works
We all know our quirks
I guess it's one of the perks
Of my life.

We never gave up
We never caved in
But we are slowly dying
Oh, no.

Tell me what is happening
Everything is changing
All the time is slowing
Outside.

No one's even breathing
Or is it just me
Looking around
all I see

Are tons of bodies
Holding the floor
Look around
And see a thousand more

We are not alone
They are not, too.
We should stay together
Cuz we're dying too.

The disease is spreading
Everyone is falling
Please dear stop crying
It hurts me.

We can only get better
Everything is all right
'Cept the fact that we're dead,
It's okay.

Baby, look around you
You're not alone
Look, see you have me
Til our end.
 Mar 2013 Sayer
Dylan
Still they can't sleep,
though time marches on.
Specters of a distant past,
I can see they don't belong.

These ghosts and ghouls
all playing games
inside a broken house,
with me inside
-- trapped inside --
searching for a way out.

I want to flee;
this place is not for me.
But I'm trapped on this wheel
denying all I feel.

Sunlight sneaks inside
through bent and broken rafters.
I know that dawn
is just beyond
these bent and broken rafters.
 Mar 2013 Sayer
Emily Tew
Sorrow has lashed into me,
Badly scarring me.
You do not see them,

I have them hidden...
Eyes please... hold it well.

I carry it with me anywhere I go.
I cannot escape it or be rid of it.

Some cast sorrow out for others to see,
reaching out, frantic.
Others they would never let it show,
going under without a word or a sound.

How it builds and builds... sorrow it being so persistent.

As I takes me everything else becomes distant,
The sorrow begins to creep through every part of me.

My skin begins to crawl,
My chest crushing under the force.
Each breath lets in a new stab of agony.

Sorrow then escapes me and runs from my eyes
Drowning every emotion I have but it.
It burns down my cheeks over my jaw.

I sob for air only to be met by more,
I raise my eyes to the sky,
surrendering to it.

Once it begins it cannot be stopped,
My only chance is to let if come
Meeting sorrow...
Brace myself and prepare for battle.

I am so weary from this fight.

My happiness is the shore that becomes hazy,
Sorrow is the wave that comes to carry me away.
The freezing water is the pain familiar as it gradually makes me numb.

How long can I keep it contained?
How long can I keep my head above it all.
How long before I begin to scream in sheer suffering.

Despair replacing the hope,
like a light that flickers and fades away in the distance.
How long before I am swept away?

Or do I even want to be saved,
would I rather succumb to my injuries.
Drift away, fade away.

No, I will always come back,
to shore again gasping and shivering.

Staggering back into life only to fight another day.
Once again to be swept away.

Emily Guyette
9-2012
 Mar 2013 Sayer
Maria Smith Abdy
Yes, bright the velvet lawn appears,
And fair the blooming bowers;
Yet blame me not—I view with tears,
This scene of light and flowers;
Strangers possess my native halls,
And tread my wonted ways;
Alas! no look, no voice recalls,
The Home of Happier Days.
The gay guitar is still in tune;
The greenhouse plants are rare;
Glad faces throng the wide saloon,
But none I love are there:
Oh ! give me friendship's cherished tone,
Give me affection's gaze;
Else my sad heart can never own
The Home of Happier Days.
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