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 Sep 2017 Art
Alysia Michelle
My words now
Seem only
Adequate
But I cannot seem to adequately
Put into words
What I want to say.
 Sep 2017 Art
Traveler
Beware
A serious search for truths
Of deeper existential matters
Can change the way you believe and think.

Unfortunately
Most shall never
Reach their roof
In the shadows of facts
And lack of proofs

In the cave that's given
Surrendered to roles
Sheltered in comforted
Feeble to old

Coming back around
To repeat life again
Judging, labeling
Assigning sin
Limiting love
To the circles within

We bind ourselves
By our beliefs
Only a traveling
Mind is truly free
....
Traveler Tim's
Sunday Rhyme!!
 Sep 2017 Art
Nica Monet
Wish i could find the words without saying another bad word
to explain all the voices that my soul and brain have heard
some are a lie that caused me to cry
dealing with my problems, oh i sigh.
Built my walls too high, for no one can enter
that even i can’t reach in and fly in my main center
dealing with my demons, either if i am awake or dreamin’
i shouldn’t have believe them for they were very deceivin’
people think i’m flying through my life without feeling dying
they were all wrong for i have been trying

i see mirror here, mirror there, which one can i look at and stare
they’ve been my enemy lately, that i can’t love myself completely
i look at her, and it’s such a blur
i know it’s just a reflection but my mind sees all imperfection. compliments of perfection doesn’t help me find my direction.

in my eyes i see my true complexion
but i choose to believe my beauty is base on perception.
i still have to learn that i am worth
every living cell on this earth
that outside appearance doesn’t matter
but what’s inside is so much better.
nov. 29, 2016; something i wrote last year:) and i would like to share
 Sep 2017 Art
Zero Nine
Back again to the black skin over heavy sands
Back in action at the totem effigy
Poised for fight or love
The brother/sister
I've become

Standing tall
Under weight of worlds long felled
Sleeping sheets wake, hold the bones again
From old days
Fly the knife hooks, ship and sail
Speeding, open, for the circle's end
recently set up a heavy bag on the back patio. years out of practice and out of shape, yet it all comes back.
 Sep 2017 Art
Cian Kennedy
Alien
 Sep 2017 Art
Cian Kennedy
Here we stand.

Somehow elsewhere from the world.



At times unable to comprehend what’s in front of us,

Happening around us.



It’s us and them,

Us and them.



You say you’re an alien

And I tend to agree.



As no creature exists

Quite like you.



At least not that I’ve seen.

Does that make you an alien?



Regardless, we’ll continue to go through

Life not really understanding



Until, maybe, one day we do.

But are we still alien then?



Or do we lose our inner cosmos

And forget where we left the outer one too.
ciankennedy.me
 Sep 2017 Art
cder
Escape
 Sep 2017 Art
cder
melodies blaring
trapping me in my own head
this is my escape
 Sep 2017 Art
Michelle Samson
:)
 Sep 2017 Art
Michelle Samson
:)
Sometimes I'm sick of apologizing,
when I'm the one hurting
Sometimes I'll take the blame
To keep the flame burning

But love isn't a game to keep score
of who took and gave more,
love is the small things you do
to keep the smiles in his face,
and keeping him from feeling blue

But love sometimes fades like colors,
likes sunsets that once painted the skies,
like footprints that leave marks in the sand,
like cuts that leaves mangled scars
 Sep 2017 Art
Nica Monet
the first time i saw you.
my eyes, i couldn't believe em
i had no words and like cards i can't find them
you're the only one in my thoughts, you'd be
occupying my brain, my heart,
what are you doin?
but you don't see what's happening?

You were changing me into something different. To become someone else rather than myself
and in the end,
was i the only one sufferin?

It's not your fault, none of it was.
It's how i let myself get lost in you, how i based my whole world
around you.
But now i realized who i am,
boy, i'm not where i should be.
so i kept telling myself maybe it happens for a reason
or maybe it's just not the right time for you and me.
this was something i wrote back in 2015; so it's not about anyone.
Also this was my entry poem (revised)
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