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 Feb 2016 Rheanna S
Maple Mathers
I might scoop you
from that ***,
or watch you churn,
and watch you ROT.
(All poems original Copyright of Eva Denali Will © 2015, 2016)
As I lay here tonight, all I really Want to do is hold you tight.
But God said that could not be because you are just to far from me.
I think of all we've been through, the laughs the hurts, the tears, we've cried , the crazy world I've seen you through but most of all me just wanting to shield you from this so called life.
You are apart of me, just like I am apart of you, and my love for you will only grow because you are my beautiful daughter I want you to know.
Time nor distance can ever change the love I feel for you in my heart today.
You are my daughter and will always be, for I once felt your heartbeat growing inside of me.
 Feb 2016 Rheanna S
Pearson Bolt
it was an inevitability
that we'd unearth the evidence
to validate Einstein's theory
of general relativity.

three cheers for the
method of science,
an appliance that
liberates and enlightens,
suffocating the miasma
of dogmatic parasitism.

pariahs can't stand beneath
the weight of empirical data.
a culture of imperialism
intoxicating inane idiots,
inundated by asinine philosophy.

ideologues instigating turmoil—
vainly believing
an intergalactic being
created the cosmos
in seven days for the
predestined elect.

to insist inanely that the legacy
of our existence could be measured
in seven millennia
is to extinguish the light
from the majority
of our neighboring galaxies.

you read the opening lines
of your holy text too literally.
open your mind to the poetry
of a reality that no deity
could ever breathe into existence.

we are not special.
our fate is tied to a
planet choking on CO2
and you deny the truth
in the same breath you
disparage any challenge
to your impotent,
imaginary friend.

**** sapiens—
mere animals
cursed with
conscience.

if you would deny
the ancestral history
of our evolutionary biology
simply on the premise
that it's “only a theory,”
then i'd invite you to put
your vain hypothesis
to the test and take a long walk
off a short bridge.
perhaps the theory of gravity
will provide with you some clarity.
Scientists recently proved Einstein's theory of General Relativity. This poem celebrates the scientific method.
 Feb 2016 Rheanna S
Mon
The right question should be, "Who's on your mind?"
And the right answer would be you...
I just can't come up with the right words for a poem for someone, so maybe this is enough for now.
 Feb 2016 Rheanna S
Eugene
Ikaw
 Feb 2016 Rheanna S
Eugene
Ikaw ang dahilan ng aking pagngiti,
Ikaw ang dahilan ng aking paghikbi,
Ikaw ang dahilan ng aking pagtitili,
Dahil ikaw para sa aki'y natatangi.

Ikaw ang tanglaw sa aking mga gabi,
Ikaw ang liwanag sa araw kong hinahabi,
Ikaw ang apoy sa basa kong kapote,
At gamot sa sakit kong nangangati.


Nawa'y maibigan mo, itong aking katha,
Tulang alay ko sa isang tulad **** makata,
Na walang mintis sa pagsulat ng mga tula,
At binibigkas ng buong puso't kaluluwa.


Ang tula ko ay ikaw, ang tula mo ay ako.
Hindi kita ipagpapalit sa kahit na sino.
Sapagkat puso ko ay kinulong at binihag mo,
Sinelyuhan ng sobrang pagmamahal na higit pa sa inakala ko.
As we sit alone drinking wine that was meant for two.
I am reminded again that I'm an idiot.

Honestly given my track record you probably knew
that I can’t be trusted when it comes to my heart, period.

I’m the kind of guy who doesn’t mind getting a sleeve wet,
who would blacken eyes, and ****** knuckles for a smile.

I would stay up all night without a single regret.
Heck for her I look forward to the extra mile.

Yet when it comes time to actually ask her out
I choose not to, so we both sit bored on the weekend.

Another day wasted since I won’t ask for a hangout.
To be honest this pattern is becoming a trend.

She deserves more than what ifs. The chance to answer yes
instead of dealing with my mentally assumed no.
For all the people who didn't have a valentine because they never asked for one
 Feb 2016 Rheanna S
Maple Mathers
I need a fix
I need a line,
Boy, I don't need
Your Valentine.
I had feelings once.

(All poems original Copyright of Eva Denali Will © 2015, 2016)
 Feb 2016 Rheanna S
Maple Mathers
I traveled down that pathway
I leveled my demise
My nose was an express train
Aiming for the skies. . .

I headed towards the house of crust
I swallowed all that white
Disguised within a golden husk
I crumbled with delight

I lay the rabbit on the spot
I crushed it with my rock
Up the hole, into the brain
The rabbit goes to flock

I chase it deep within my mind
I’d play with it forever
It snakes and weaves around the line
My smile, the true endeavor.
Musings born betwixt the crux of addiction, and the shackles of Avoidant Personality Disorder; documented by the poster-child for both.

(All poems original Copyright of Eva Denali Will © 2015, 2016)
 Feb 2016 Rheanna S
Maple Mathers
Bottle after bottle
Lay under my bed,
An ache in my stomach
A throb in my head

And yet, I won’t cease
This pattern, can’t sever
This alcoholism
Will go on forever.

A problem I have
I’ll gladly admit,
But the concept of stopping?
I'll never commit

Some people want wealth,
Some people want love
My concept of happiness
Lies in the drugs.
All poems original Copyright of Eva Denali Will © 2015, 2016.
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