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  Apr 2018 Triciah Nadine
Mahdi Dn
Some just draw air in
While some just had their exhale.
Ruins are rebuilt afterwards on a larger scale.
Someone’s dreaming alongside the other one’s nightmare
Just as equations that keep the world structure
Coherent, chromatic, in order by nature;
The source of our presence, here
The core of life on earth

Life is now out of balance,
The order is now rendered differently.
Thriving of man to dominate
The mother-earth, and his blood brothers.
Treacherous man – pinning on God,
All the crimes against nature and his own kind
This is the dawn of a new era
For this world that is filled with dogma

Uncertainty is ruling the minds of men
State of distrust – Political polarity
Only TWO ways they have
By choosing a side, they have to turn their backs
On their own brothers, fighting for a made up act.
Scent of ambiguity is all around the globe
Truth and lie – two sides of a coin

Disunited, and force-fed with these lies
Some realize; some still live these lies.

“Through the history, the earth has never been a witness to such disastrous conditions. Even the dark ages, holy wars, and world wars were not as malignant as present times.”

Evil is the man, bringer of darkness
Scapegoat is Satan
Wicked, yet divine…

-Mahdi "Monstrosity" Dn.
  Apr 2018 Triciah Nadine
ilina286
You know what?
I am tired
Tired from being sad,stupid,ugly
In the last two years
I destroyed my life in every possible way
I was the best in school
Now I'm nothing
I was skinny
Now I'm not
I'm tired of keeping everything in me
Tired of smiling and acting like I'm having a great time
Acting like i dont care about my problems
But keeping so much inside is making me crazy
When i'm alone i burst
I start to cry and i can't stop
My head is hurting me,i cant breath
Feeling so much,but being so numb
Trying to express myself but i dont have any words
Hurting my self,so i can be calm again.
I cant do this anymore.
You call it self-esteem,
But I'm out of steam
To fight this fight
That you call life.

I'm stuck in between ... unseen.

My time to shine?
I don't have time to polish,
To wade through this anguish
That binds me to my anxiety.

Instead, I hide. You are the only one
Who sees me for me;
Yet you don't know how to help me
Become the me I want to be.

Why am I so defensive,
Unable to express myself?
I'm tired ... I'm wired,
I'm all fired up ...

But before I get started,
I find myself guarded.
I weep myself to sleep -
Maybe tomorrow I'll try again.

(March 2012)
I have been programmed
Been tighten with the wires
Cant move and think beyond the limit
I am smiling as no sadness got place

I work, care and love
Dont have choice beside that
I make myself happy
Dont know how to express hurt

Can you please make me feel
That I can cry& share my problems
Can you give me time to feel the love
Want to do the thing you are doing for long

And poor me , he switched me off
Reprogrammed me
And make me robot again
:(  :(
  Apr 2018 Triciah Nadine
Aoife Teese
becoming so in tune with my emotions feels like a mistake

I wish I could take it back and learn how to fall asleep sober
  Apr 2018 Triciah Nadine
D Conors
the hardest part about
writing a poem about you
is that the words tend to
get into the way
of what i really want to
say to
you
D. Conors
03 September 2010
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