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Smoke your ****.
Inhale it well.
Take a deep breath.
Wake up in a prison cell.


You’re doing nothing with your life
Except sitting alone in your strife
Your insecurities eat you alive
Take the razor in your skin, and swan dive

I could waste my time and plot revenge.
An ode to my broken heart, I would avenge.
But you already wallow in self pity
While you sit on your bed all nice and pretty.

When I first liked you, I saw you as ten feet tall.
Now, I don’t even think of you at all.
Your face screams danger, your body screams deprive.
Your soul screams anger, your body is begging you to die.
Poetry is art
it is beautiful
grabs the ***** with words
and refuses
to let go
from the moment the stanza
reaches your brain
you're hooked
like the first beer
the first line of *******
it takes the wheel
and drives you
to insanity
Not one to give advice but willing to help others.
Coaching has taught to lead a team
Mentoring peers to helping them excel
Giving pointers on writing many talents
The best way to master is teach
Multiple repetitions an practice
Skills aren't natural they are learned
they call her bus stop Betty, don't mind the bags
the matted hair and how her clothes are in rags
she smiles with missing teeth
shows you the shoes on her feet
covered in holes, one missing a heel
"it don't matter, it's how I feel
when the clouds come rolling by
i know i ain't got a reason to cry
because God been good to me
he ain't done, this ain't who i'm gonna be"
whatever she has she's willing to share
as she folds her hands in prayer
gives thanks for a life many would pity
but she sees real beauty, knows what's pretty
she sees past the violence, the crime
there's so much more than dirt and grime
that makes up this woman, she's hiding wings
i feel the faith every time she sings
and when i see her weep
i know it just goes so deep
beyond what i could understand
and how she fits here in this land
i buy her breakfast, we become friends
we talk about beginnings, about ends
how life is one great circle, constantly spinning
i see her watching me, she's grinning
and it's in those dark brown eyes, that toothless smile
that makes me realize it's all worth while
and that there's a life greater than I'm living
the purpose here is loving... and giving
Sometimes I wonder…
What if I was my teddy bear?
The one with the brown fur that
With me, has gone everywhere?
I think I’d remember the name
My girl gave me.
The moment she brought me to life…  

Yes, the moment she made the wish
On that heart, and put it
Straight into my chest.
She doesn’t remember that wish,
But I do
And I’ve tried my best to make it
Come true.

The happy times when I
Was brought everywhere,
Dancing in her room,
Or brushing her hair.
Or the lonely times where I
Sat in her closet, waiting.
I knew she would be back for me.

The time she retrieved me again,
I was excited; but she was sad.
So I comfort her, though I cannot
Hug her back.
No matter how much I try.
My cotton arms are limp
While she tightens her grip
On me.
She tries to transfer her pain
Into my stuffing.
She wanted to be free of the hurt
And the suffering.

She was happy the next day,
Or so she tried.
But then, I’ve seen everything
That, from others, she tries to hide.
I was left up on her bed,
And I waited for each night.
She would crawl under the covers
And cuddle me tight.

The days turned to months
And the months turned to years.
Eventually I was forced
To face my biggest fear.
My girl, she would graduate ,
Any day, now.
I knew I had to pray
That I could leave with her, somehow.

While she packed up for college,
I sat quietly on her bed.
For how could a bear blame her,
For not wanting a
Stuffed animal
To tag along?
She packed up all of her things,
Climbed into her bed for the very last time.
She laid her head on that pillow,
And softly, she started to cry.

She quietly sobbed to me,
About her wishes, dreams, and fears.
And for another time, my fur
Soaked up her tears.
When the next morning she woke,
Scared and out of place,
She turned to me and smiled,
With a bright look on her face.
The boxes were out of her room,
She finally picked me up.

Here I sit now, in a dorm room.
In case my girl needs me.
I know I’m the only boy
That has been here through everything.
The years full of tears and cheers.
Maybe someday, a man will
Take my place.
But until that moment,
I am here.
It's was a broken dream of "couldn't"
It was a lie that always burned
All the things that I shouldn't
I still did on my turn
I am now broken
By my mistakes
Unspoken
Couldn't take
It
The feeling of your words on my skin,
Is so addicting,
I feel your words corse through my body,
And mend with my white blood cells,
As if a cancer that'd I wouldn't dare treat.
The consonants settle in my fingers and toes,
And the vowels and "Q" go straight to my lips,
Making me virtually speechless,
As I jabber gibberish and tongues.
I feel your verbs in my limbs,
Like an energy that makes me seem supernatural.
I see your nouns float from your mouth,
And sink to the ground,
In order of relevancy from closest to farthest.
I hear your adjectives chirp,
Like songbirds at dawn,
And I whistle back,
Just so I can hear their reply.
Winter,
There is no win this season,
The snow and cold makes me all depressed and sad,
Hoping for an early spring,
At least that's what I hope for,
Every
Single
Day,
Yet another snowflake falls,
And don't get me wrong,
Snow is pretty every now and then,
But frankly I cannot want frozen fingers and toes
My body freezing to the very bone,
And I tire easily then before
Being awake is such a bore,
And I want to not freeze
Just a moment to feel a heart beat
And a warm hug, and hot coffee,
Cause cold is not my cup of tea
People tend to not care about the things but deep inside they care a lot.
Maybe they are afraid of their feelings or maybe pride.
People need to experience this kind of life cause how will they grow?
How will they learn if they always keep on their shelves?
How will they live? 
To breathe in with the fresh air
How will they smile again?
Communicate and be connected to everyone
Life is happiness
Life is pain
Life is wonderful
Life is the best of Life

We all know that we have different aspects in our life
We all know that we have different perspective in life as same goes to our point of view
Stereotype that we all experience
Knowing how life is so cruel,isn't it?
If we all know how to give and share without regrets in our ego
If we all know how to respect and trust each one of us
If we all know how to be positive in every daily living despite of those negative side
If we all know how to breath without worrying anything else
And If we all know how to live life to the fullest
Creation itself is a gift,why wasted?
Look out every directions you made!
Maybe this time I can wipe your tears away.
Listen! Carefully and I'm not going to repeat this once and for all
I know you're strong! Cry out loud and it's a relief 
Speak out for your voice I know you're ahead of me or maybe i'm ahead of you
Don't be afraid!
I'm here to open those closed pages that you've been
I'm here to understand every words that you speak out
I'm here to realize to you that life is Amazing!
I'm here by your side
Whatever trials it is.


Don't be afraid!
Don't be afraid!
Don't be afraid!


God is here by our side.
Dedicated to everyone!!!
Cause we all know that life is so tough and always remember im here fo you,my dear friend!
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