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Turquoise little pills
For the sleep that I miss.

Find me staring at the edge
That has once met my wrist.

I am feeble when alone,
But never found the warmth of
Others.
Say I'm running from my past or
Simply hiding from my mother.

Everything I say
Always contradicts my actions.

How could I never care when my
Lungs are full of passion?

Deplete me of the madness,
I'm so sick of seeing ghosts.
It has almost been a year.
Why do I still hear Rose?

People fail to understand,
So they flee so swiftly.

Just take my heart slow and
Break that **** so quickly.

Walking through the hood.
What is left for me here?

I'm just living and I'm loving.
In a battle with my fears.
This brilliant morning
anything is possible

we are limited only
by rigid minds
whose fragile confines

can be vaporized
by choice alone.
 Dec 2015 Brett mackrill
ryn
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O                                                                                  
•• i really don't see the need to                                
•• dictate•the way the dishes are                           
•• sorted in order in the sink •i                              
•• don't see the point in being                                
   •• irate• if the door creaks when you try to think•
    •• i can't tell apart between emotions you feel•sad-
   •• ness and disappointment, they look the same to
   •• me•i do not care  if it's mauve or teal•for good-
    •• ness sake, the  cushions...,  they look fine to me!!
    •• •well, i now wave my white flag and surrender
     ••                             • because all these  differences...
     ••                           don't matter at all•just know that
     ••                          i have sworn to love you forever•
••                                                      ­                          
••                                                              ­                  
••                                                              ­                  
••                                                              ­                  
••                                                              ­                  
                                        *even if you drive me insane
                                        and up the wall•
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Sometimes inaction,
Does more good,
Than rushed,
Illogical decisions,
With no respect,
For truth.
#Don'tBombSyria
If there’s a miracle that could move a mountain
Then we don’t have this heavy rain
But what we are, if we could feel no pain
Maybe life may not be the same
But it's a journey with no thrill game


12/03/2015
Mysterious Aries
don't be afraid
everything is a risk
in this wild sweet life
there is no hiding from fate
take the risk to live life free
and follow your heart and go
out into the universe
on the pathway of your passion
but please always remember
you are surrounded by risk
so hands up and surrender
and get on with it
Choka
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