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 Jan 2015 AFJ
Maggie J
Untitled
 Jan 2015 AFJ
Maggie J
I kept you in my dreams
Like a secret
I was afraid to tell
Lest you wouldn't come true

I drew you in my dreams
Like a painting
I dared not reveal
Lest you were not real

I loved you in my dreams
Lest I could not have
You
In reality
 Jan 2015 AFJ
Frecky Rosa
The first poet of 10000 B.C.
couldn't make beauty with blood.
And the first poem appeared on shaky lips...
Phew! Gladly not on the darkest of walls.
 Jan 2015 AFJ
Caitlin
We sit in class and "learn"
We "learn" how to write a paper,
or how to calculate the distance from the sun,
or that "datum" -is the singular of data.

But we never learn how to pull ourselves off the floor,
or how to write a resume to pay off those college loans,
or how to simply love yourself.

Fill my head with mindless facts and I will regurgitate them back to you.
Tell me to love myself, be my self, and be financially secure,
only then will I stare blankly at you and say
"How?"
I'm in astronomy and my professor just taught us the word hypothesis...
 Jan 2015 AFJ
Nicole Joanne
I'M TRYING TO BE ART
BUT MY CANVAS IS WHITE
AND THIS PAINT IS WHITE
AND I KEEP PAINTING
BUT EACH STROKE
LEAVES ME FEELING
MORE B L A N K.

(NJ2014) (All Rights Reserved)
 Jan 2015 AFJ
M Elee
Quitting
 Jan 2015 AFJ
M Elee
we live in a time,
where tradition trumps mind.

where habit defeats virtue,
where old conquers new.

Mankind is looking dire
So it seems I now admire

the quitters most of all.
 Jan 2015 AFJ
Lucy Tonic
My boredom is married to my indecision, so I finger another cigarette, frozen in a useless moment

If I had a flare for every time you stared, I'd send it off into space with the rest of the waste that once was golden

Mystery equals mind games and my brain is fried

Wishing I could be the last person alive on earth, where I could be alone with ***** and records- But I bet I was the first person alive on earth; the explanation for why my roots are dumb mud and ****

Souls are recycled from the pit, and the story never ends- maybe next time zen will be in my genetics

Purgatory is a cocoon where the only struggle is waiting for a savior, while you're surrounded by messiahs who didn't make the cut

Wanna go undercover in the audio afterglow and show the universe I can invent new sounds

I want adrenaline and I need peace- the country is lonely and the city never sleeps

Stay or run away, burn out or fade away- Want to go by the lyrics of my heroes, but I fear they've been corrupted

I'm wandering blindly through the dark forest, and I know there's light up ahead but I don't have the strength to climb the trees

I've learned the hard way that spirits aren't bullet-proof- They dissolve with the help of betrayal and ego

I know I have enemies but I lack the capacity to hate- I am man and I am woman and I am nothing and I am everything and I'm a freak and I'm a bottom feeder and still I wonder why people are so cruel when the answer is obvious- but I remain oblivious and blame it on the three millimeters growing inside my head

Tied to the rocking chair, flexing a muscle, while styrofoam stars surround the moon that's being milked by my eyes
 Jan 2015 AFJ
susan hill
Influence
 Jan 2015 AFJ
susan hill
Do you see me as dark and desperate?
As someone of no consequence
I can tell by the exasperation and unease
The neverending instances of rudeness
The delight in my failures
Why do you dwell in the void?
Why keep me on a string of never ending
chaos?
I think drama is  your inheritance
My legacy is freedom
Farewell is unended
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