Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
 Jul 2014 Bina
Pax
Damnation of the Mind
In Society’s eyes, I commit a Crime.

Freedom mistook as a Sin
“For I’m always right”, says the Red Queen.

I scattered my scrappy writes
In this forest full of lies

I am as good as dead
For I am never needed
Naked to the bone
A far away star, I am alone.

“I am your salvation”, says the Holy King
I oblige for that’s what I think is right, Lamenting
Oh, Holy king, I can’t stop wondering
The man made crisis keeps on repeating
Driven by powerful Need
They hunger for what they don’t Need

I am in a brink of exhaustion
Many hides in the facade of beautiful illusion
Creation for an easy solution

Abundance is slowly fading
Our soulful purity is slowly dying.

*© Pax
 Jul 2014 Bina
Lane
Stopped Diggin'
 Jul 2014 Bina
Lane
I am no stranger to pain,
let's be real, who is?
Everyone has their own trials and tribulations
to overcome.
Overcoming is the key part, though.
Pain, whether it be
a second, minute, hour, day, or even a year,
is very much so
temporary.
Quitting and giving up lasts
forever.
Just knowing this isn't enough,
as my inner circle would tell you,
I'm as guilty as they come with losing hope.

Even when my hands are calloused from digging,
and the hot sun baked my skin, boiling my blood,
I feel cold,
distant,
alone.
That is, I did, then along came some friends.
Who saw something in me that I'm still not sure exists,
pulled me out of that hole, ripped that shovel from my hands.
I'm not going to sit here and lie to you,
it hasn't all been unicorns and rainbows,
as I occasionally stumble back into that hole.
But each and every time,
those same hands reach down and pull me back out.
Isolation doesn't show strength, but an inability to be weak.
I usually don't write notes, but with this one I'll make an exception. Usually I just write stuff down to get it off my mind, but I figure if I can reach just one person through this, and it helps them, even in the smallest detail, than my entire time on this website will be worth it. I don't care for likes or trending poems, however I do appreciate people taking time out of their busy days to read what I have to say. Thank you to all the people that read my "poems/stories/rants" and, obviously, thank you to my friends that have helped make me the person I am today. If you enjoy what I write, you should thank them too, as it was their idea that I start writing here in the first place.
 Jun 2014 Bina
Tom Ridley
Words
 Jun 2014 Bina
Tom Ridley
all those words
left floating in the air                                                           im sorry
you can do nothing for them
the words that you say but no one hears
though you keep hoping                                         please forgive me
that someone might hear them
and ask you                                                   "what's wrong?"
so you can respond with everything
everything that's gone wrong
everything that's your fault
but no one asks
because no one hears
so there you are, stuck with the words
floating in air
**** you look through the poems titled 'words' and there's like 70,000 different ones
 Jun 2014 Bina
wulfhug27
I fight....... to keep my dreams
alive alive
alive
but* everyday they seem to
die die
die
once in a while I'm able to
revive revive
revive
...but..
*why?
Hold fast to dreams
For is dreams die
Life it a broken bird
that cannot fly.
                    --Langston Hughes
Next page