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 Oct 2013 hello
kenye
Inside/Out
 Oct 2013 hello
kenye
Did you get to sleep
Or are you marinating
in chemicals?

The nightcap pulled
you down
dragged you
with your breath

You cut deep

Did you figure your
insides out?
You're inside out
spilling your guts
again
off-balanced
like an unstable
vivisection

Combusting your soul
back to a black hole
Counted off stars
in your eyes
you swore were aligned
Do you know what's behind?

Or will you keep looking?
Out there the truth isn't
it's all a reality
hallucinogen
generation of
self-prescribed nomads
It's about the journey
somewhere there lies
a destination
Lying about it's age again
and you can't touch it
Yet
it was here
the whole time
this very moment
and it's so
*******
beautiful
if you can get out
of your own mind.
 Oct 2013 hello
Leena Sharma
I want you to be here,
so that when I wake up
the atmosphere will greet me
and make me realise,
that what I had wasn't a dream.
and that you were here all along.
literally just made this up. I don't have anyone like this in my life, it's something I kinda want.
 Oct 2013 hello
Leena Sharma
and I said to myself, "you're going to be
alone now."
and that it would be fine.
but i've lost all meaning of fine
and if you look into my heart
you'd cry.
as that is where I lock my pain.
and if you dare, look deeper and you will find,
the scars that hide in the darkest of times.
my poem, pretty much the first one I wrote a while ago.
I am cynical
I am lost
I tie anchors to my feet
and complain when I drown
I am clingy, corrupt
I need so many people
yet I push them away
when they get too close
I am broken
I am scarred
I build my walls
and I tear them down
I'm lonely, tired, sad
I am a mess.
Make sense of me?
 Oct 2013 hello
Victoria Rose
Human hearts are full of;
  golden sunflowers
  negative space
  sunken ships
  empty wine glasses
  sleepless nights
  deceased relatives
  cobwebs
  empty promises
  unshared secrets
  regrets

and the fingerprints of those
                                          who
                                            have
                                              broken
                                                *them.
 Oct 2013 hello
Dallas jozwick
Emotions take me physical
Making me their slave
They trick me
Into a false reality
Consuming my sanity
They seize my control
I am held captive
With an illusion that is seeping through
And with a slight glance
I see them inside,
I am a puppet
Lifeless with eyes,
Eyes that gaze over
Them pulling strings
Once thought mine
Now torn to shreds
I start to fail,
And as I quiver
I stay quiet
This control over me
Has me still
But staring,
I plead silently
Just let me run away
Into thoughts once alive
But in reality
I am perishing
In lifeless thoughts
Filled with poison
That I am not awake
Only just a waste
 Oct 2013 hello
Jaymi Swift
The Poet
 Oct 2013 hello
Jaymi Swift
There comes a moment ,in your life,when you wake up and know that it's just you and God now. And you wonder if you've done enough. The kids are raised, the house is payed, you finally get one moment to reflect on your life. And you wonder, am I good with God.  There is a line in a movie that I like, that say's, "A real poet creates something beautiful and leaves nothing of himself in it." When asked if that is what he had done, he replied, "No, we were going to change the world, but in the end the only thing that changed was us". When asked what was wrong with that, he simply said,"Nothing, if you don't look at the world".  After all we all want to change the world, but very few of us have the money or time or ability to actually change anything. It is, for me at least, very frustrating, and leaves me with the question ---What can I do?  I am fifty-four years old and have little income. I make simple rhymes and post them on a website, in the hopes that they will touch someone somehow. That is why I believe that poetry shouldn't be just words or rhymes.  I believe that poetry should be emotion. Emotion because that is the only way to touch anothers soul. To be honest...no not just honest, brutally honest... To strip yourself down to that raw nerve then back up and let it fly...... hoping God says, "That's enough".
 Oct 2013 hello
Emmery Clayborne
Those who dream can do anything.
A dream is a place where you can be anything.
You can make up an entire new reality;
A place with no fears and no heart break.
A simple dream can change your entire life.
To sleep on a cloud is to really sleep, to really dream.
I find that all I really love to do is sleep,
I've created an entire dreamland where no one can hurt me.
I am the ruler of a glorious kingdom where I am loved not by all but I am respected by all.
I am the mightiest of them all because I have created this world.
But then when you awake,
Everything gets taken away.
You’re crushed by reality and killed by your fears.
The world is a scary place for those who are weak.
I am weak.
This world is not my kingdom; I am a mere peasant here.
When I make my final slumber, I will never be scared again.
I will sleep among the clouds and never fear myself again.
 Oct 2013 hello
Jaymi Swift
It seems to me that the happiest people are people who barley have the,( I won't say necessities because that would mean to much to most of us in the US), let's say people who barley scrap by. Every day is a challenge to scrap up enough to eat and drink. These people seem to be closer to their families. They laugh more. They share more. They know what is in their brothers heart as well as what is in their own. They live a simple life spiritually and a hard life physically. No TV, no media, no Hollywood. Sometimes I wish I lived somewhere like Ethiopia or a hundred other places on this earth not bombarded every minute of every day with things. THINGS that are not important. To live where just to survive the day and have people to rejoice in that survival with is enough. Body and soul I long for the happiness that comes from a day well lived. We have become a nation that knows not how to live but how to be entertained. We never slow down to feel what's in our heart or to feed our souls. If we never listen to what is in our own heart how can we know what is in another heart. Oh just to live and not to judge. Is that possible? Can it be possible when we are bombarded with the latest, the greatest, the best of fashion, phone, game, religion? Who knows what I could do if I didn't have everyone telling me who or what I should be. And believe me it changes daily.  We all look at these " less fortunate" people on TV or in a magazine and we feel sorry for them when it is ourselves that we must feel sorry for. What is to become of us. We are a most intriguing people, we who have done so many amazing things, and yet most of us feel sad or lonely. Yes, you have a beautiful home. Yes, you have people who love you. But wait, how do you know they love you?.....well of course they love you, their suppose to love you, after all you love them.....right. I mean that's the way the story goes....right?  You know the story, the one you saw on Lifetime yesterday, while your loved ones were doing....ah what were they doing? Oh yes, your son was playing that new game, you know " **** Zombie ****" on that PlayStation or Nintendo or something like that, and your daughter was at the mall buying the latest thing to make her feel beautiful, and your husband was.....well he was doing something on the computer. How can you love someone if you don't know who they are. How can you love someone if you don't know who you are. All of this technology may be bringing the world closer but who needs to know the world when they don't even know their own family....,or their next door neighbor, the one that shot himself yesterday. No one knows why.  Please people , I beg you, put down the phone turn off the TV, go out on a date( not at the movies), but somewhere you can talk and get to know each other. And if you don't know what to say just say what's in your heart. After all that is what truly matters.  If you can realize that most of the things in your life are meaningless then you too can have a life well lived. In the end isn't that all that matters.  So for now I am signing out and switching off, and tuning in to my life.  For all I wish is to have a life well lived.
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