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 Feb 2017 Rose
Babu kandula
I heard people say

If you are happy

God

May not let us stay the way we are

I personally feel

We are weak

So, we want to escape

From the consequences of

Our own deeds
It's my personal opinion. No offense
 Feb 2017 Rose
PS
Profound Love
 Feb 2017 Rose
PS
I have, in my heart some kind of profound love for you.
It's almost as if it's a part of my being.
But, I can't imagine you actually being mine.
I feel as if we would tie each other down too much
And no one wants that.
But I feel, in my heart a deep, profound love for you.
The kind that sits in the pit of your stomach and has a firm hold on your heart.
The kind that we always try to describe and quantify in poetry but can never quite capture.
The kind that reminds me of a shadow, smoke, and a ghost. There but not really.
Is this what love is?
A slow descent.
I don't even know.
 Feb 2017 Rose
Emily Jane
The boy
 Feb 2017 Rose
Emily Jane
I look at you
and note
the way your shoulders extinguish the sleepy light
your freckle sitting just so
below unaware taunt lips
your eyes
like any other
not worthy of weak knees and blooming cheeks
your jaw
jutting arrogantly,  
as though (impossibly) aware
of the slow furling burn
that is so sweetly
turning me to dust
 Feb 2017 Rose
kailasha
the regions that mother nature spares,
the places saved from raging oceans, and trembling grounds,
from erupting fires and disease and drought,

those are for you to go and ****,
with knives and words,
guns, bombs and
those are the regions for humanity to destroy.
is violence human nature?
 Feb 2017 Rose
Devin Ortiz
The Madness of blended reality, is confidently marching through my mind.
I could not resist the sweet sound of this haunting Muse.
She sang her dismal songs, which shook me something fierce.
Astounding words which resonate feelings I've never mustered.

Now comes the crazy, the loud bellowing of endless chords.
I'm running, clasping my ears ever so tightly, to no avail
The chantey is banging in the walls of sanity, louder and louder.
Tossing and turning, wide eyed and insane, her song goes on.

Even in my dreams, which have become their own nightmares, sing.
I cannot escape this tune, marching to the gates of some type of truth.
What am I missing, and shall silence elude me in my descent of ill will.
I roll back my eyes, to see the darkness play with such fever.

Hopeless, I give in, I let it play, over and over and over again.
I allow this cursed song to grace this shameful and unforgivable self.
For a moment, I try to believe it will end, knowing full well, its a lie.
Now, repeating with ominous terror, she sings louder, I began to crack.
 Feb 2017 Rose
Mike Hauser
Don't mean to startle
Or sound the alarm
But the way the world is these days
I think there's something wrong

We're fighting over here
They're fighting over there
In fact the more I look at it
There's fighting everywhere

While people beg for love
While people pray for peace
Until we learn to get along
We'll have none of these

When we continually set the blame
On the other side
With ignorance we dig our graves
In this losing game of do or die

It's coming to a head
This clashing of the wills
I'm afraid that our mistakes
Will be the cup of justice spilled

I don't mean to startle all of you
Or sound the alarm on what we do
But if you take a minute or two
I think you'll see it too

There is definitely something wrong...
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