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 Sep 2015 BB Nothing
M
the stage crackles and throbs with sweat and spit
as his energy pulses through the crowds- our veins
are end-to-end with our hands pumping, holding
him up. He knows who we are and what we deserve.
We, the people, he fights for us- in every sense of the word
he stands for every single person in this country
and every single person in the world.
 Aug 2015 BB Nothing
Sam Temple
Polarized and politicized
for the first time in years
I have found my candidate. –
I voted for Billy,
through my parents,
then for Gore
and Kerry
looking to stop the fascism
that used to be a party of
Republicans. –
Then came the B-Rock star
who I voted for twice,
but more from a fan stand
than an actual political disposition;
life-long party man
with a new face of America
in a house
racist by his presence.
But policy, generally,
remained the same
and my distain
remained. –
Today I watched Senator Sanders
give a speech to thousands
in Wisconsin
youtube saves the day,
and my political life
as I have found my candidate…
and unlike Ron Paul,
I feel this movement
could be a revolution
of ideas
and I will be a part of it. –
It has been so many years
since I waved a propaganda flag
that I didn’t write myself,
it makes me happy,
to take a break
and let a professional
rabble-rouser
do his thing. –
Love, should I fear death most for you or me?
Yet if you die, can I not follow you,
Forcing the straits of change? Alas! but who
Shall wrest a bond from night’s inveteracy,
Ere yet my hazardous soul put forth, to be
Her warrant against all her haste might rue?—
Ah! in your eyes so reached what dumb adieu,
What unsunned gyres of waste eternity?

And if I die the first, shall death be then
A lampless watchtower whence I see you weep?—
Or (woe is me!) a bed wherein my sleep
Ne’er notes (as death s dear cup at last you drain),
The hour when you too learn that all is vain
And that Hope sows what Love shall never reap?
 Jun 2012 BB Nothing
Selina Grace
if i lived in the sky, i'd make the stars spell out your name each night,
paint a picture of the perfect thing in my life:
you.

if i lived in the sky, i'd make the gods bring you to me
and we could be,
king and queen. you and me.

if we lived in the sky, you would see
how the stars burn brighter with every breath you take,
and how even i'm jealous of how the sky loves you.

it obeys you're every move, sways to the sound
of you're lovely, lovely voice.
and then you look at me.

your heart beats wildly, and the stars burn blindly as you
grab my hand, pull me close,
and tell me you love me.

i am no longer jealous.
king and queen,
you and me.
We've been stripped naked
By Machines of Loving Grace
We walk upright and talk forwards
We call ourselves
The Human Race
We talk between closed doors
And because our beliefs
Do Not Agree
We are made Outlaws
In Our
HOMELAND

We are the Children on an Age
With Fast Thinking Computor
Clocks
And Mind Blowing, Expanding,
WONDER DRUGS
WONDER, Wonder, w o n d e r i n g
Where We Are?
We've Lost Our Dreams
To Reality
(punch me in please)

To our Children
We owe something more
Then Mechanized
DEATH
Something more then a Planet
Without Life, Love, or
BREATH
We'll leave a Box
Filled with Laughter, Tears, Rain, Wind,
Our Way Of Life
May our Children Be Blessed
(bless the children)
I wrote this in 1970, I was 16, thinking of including it in my forthcoming book, would appreciate any feedback, Thanx, Doc
 Jun 2012 BB Nothing
Marsha Singh
I let you walk me home last night
in a freezing March downpour;
I said you shouldn't love me
and for that, you loved me more.
The rain, the rain, drives me insane
It patters on my windowpane.
Each single drop of rain that’s spent
Leaves my mind in such torment.
A feeling that I can’t explain
The torture of the pouring rain.   6


Please let it stop, it can’t go on,
My sanity will soon be gone.
Pitter, Patter, Patter, Pit, it
Drives me mad, I cannot sit.
Each successive single drop
Makes my brain want to pop.

              
The sound torments, I have no peace.
With every drop the sounds increase.
It feels as if my brains on fire
And I’ve begun to mass perspire.
The sweat that trickles from my brow,
Begins to Pitter, Patter, now.      18

Oh Water God, please rescue me,
Stop the rain and set me free.
Hear my prayers and let me go.
Remove the curse of H2O
I did nothing to create
Please let me be, I’m in a state.


I’ll begin to beg and cry,
Set me free, I’d rather die.
The pain, the pain inside my head,
I’d be better off if dead.
Hear my plea, I beg please do
I just don’t know what else to do. 30


I’ll hold a pillow to my ears
And mop up my cascading tears,
It’s water, water, everywhere.
My mind has just become a blur.
I can’t go on, I cannot breath,
I’ll hang myself and take my leave.


Still the rain it patters down,
Someone save me, or I’ll drown.
My minds in a submerging pool,
Oh Water God, why be so cruel.
Let the falling water cease.
It can’t go on please give me peace. 42


Pitter, Patter, Patter, Pit,
Pitter, Pitter, Pit, Pit, Pit.
Water running down the drain,
The excruciating, crippling pain.
The racking of each nervous cell
Ringing out my own death knell.


Deafening noise I can’t keep out,
Grant my prayer, send a drought.
Let my mind have peace again,
Remove the daggers from my brain.
Oh Water God don’t torture me
Stop this rain and let me be.  54


If you’ll just grant one single wish
And leave the water to the fish.
Don’t let it fall upon my glass.
Each single, soggy, squishy, splash.
Then I’ll forever sing your praise,
Forgive me Lord, it’s just a phase
 Jun 2012 BB Nothing
Dave Matthew
My mountain, my giant
a feeling so small, living on this mountain
where the mist is always there
birds can play without care
because of the silence

My trust is in the valley with you
now it's been raining far too long
Every morning I watch the slippery road
holding new flowers of the day
only when I'm down here my days begins

The sun is long gone
I climb the stairs of rock
and I know as I reach the top
the valley is in ashes and the rain has stopped
I am never going down again
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