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Suicide isn't the question
Nor is it the answer
The world is **** near emptied of hope
Who are you to say what's normal?
I told you i liked him
now you like him too

Can't i like someone
without you having to follow?

You lie
to make me mad

You're supposed to be my best friend

I guess
I was wrong

I didn't want to beleave
the rumors that I heard about you

But now I know the truth

The truth don't lie
and the truth tells me
that you're a pretty ****** friend

I don't get it.

but you need to figure things out
before you came back to me

because as far as i'm concerned
you don't deserve a friend like me
don't try to take my man from me because i may not get revenge but karmas a ***** so have fun
My heart pumps
My lungs expand and contract
My veins move blood

I am alive

I am fast
I am strong
I am tall

I am athletic

I am lonely
I am sad
I am struggling

I am depressed

I am proud
I keep going
I never give up

I am strong

I am compassionate
I get panicked
I love to write

I am all of these things,
And many more,
But above all else,

**I am human
As the days of May have their way
With the coming heat of summer
Letting go of Springtime's glow
With no past thought of Winter

As the year quickly progresses
Time will always have its say
Where May soon gives way to June
As June does away with May
I keep forgetting I'm writing a poem for each month...
Y'all were supposed to remind me!
I'm very disappointed in your memory...
Man,
         How art thou that thou maketh materials thy God's?
And women thine footstools???

In thy own spit shalt thou muster up falsehood!!!
He passed away last night
Old but put up an inspiring fight
He was a good neighbor
As well as a friend
But in the end
He's found his river bend
There are wails (his people are grieving)
Getting straight to my head
Guess it’s true they ain't for the dead
Funerals are for the living
Who build a melancholy cacophony
Thick, catching and as hard as a mahogany
While I ponder whether I'm still death fear free
Since two O three
Like Dad his people did foresee
That he would soon succumb to the leprosy
Goodbye my chap, with peace be gone
You had to die 'cause you were born
Wrote this on the day an old chap, friend of mine passed away earlier this year
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