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 Mar 2015
a
they squeeze
they press and pressure and push
until i decide to
pop
and do their bidding
and be a 'ganger
one of them
and then the others,
the true and tested,
the tried and done,
they cry and wonder
what the hell i have done
submitting to the evil
turning to stone
not knowing that the action
it's influence, invincible
unchangeable
not my fault
Shouts, pounds,
Squeaking trainers,
And once again I'm just one,
Of a team of failures.

My name is called,
I hear too late,
Whip round my head,
But take the full weight.

Glasses fly off,
I fall to the floor,
Dazed and out of breath,
And a demoralizing score.

The world becomes blurred,
And nothing is clear,
Except the laughter,
The accusatory jeers.

This is my reward,
For trying my best?
Well in that case enjoy your three man team,
Because I need a rest.
 Mar 2015
Utkarsh Singhal
A pain so ruthless and cold,

A story of death untold.

In the face of loneliness and seclusion

He seeks the path of delusion.



Never near, never together,

A silhouette, a shadow forever,

For in his solitude he descended,

On a path of darkness that never ended.



A heart, once warm, now froze,

and its is wake an evil rose,

Desolation followed every stride,

The pain overpowered his pride.



The only light was his will

That never crumbled, just stood still,

And he couldn't decided, will or might,

As he was the shadow, he was the light.
 Mar 2015
Prodigy
Sometimes I try to remind myself
that all good things
must end.
Sometimes I try to persuade myself
that I’ll never lose
the memories.
Sometimes I try to tell myself
that all I need is
to move on.
Sometimes I try to force myself
to forget how happy
I was then.

Sometimes I try to convince myself
that I’ll meet another
like you.

I wonder why it never seems to work.
And the worn corner of a textbook,
Blocks a few burning rays,
Building a citadel across,
The scratched surface of an unstable desk,
Gently rocking beneath my words,
That show themselves between feint ruled,
Lines of a notebook filled with,
Plans, pain and poems,
Abstract sketches of worlds I made and,
Shadowy drawings of what I,
Could, might, mustn't do,
Confessions to myself alongside,
Drafted chapters as yet undecided,
Unchecked, raw,
Seventy-two sheets not yet,
Filled with my written song,
Still not complete,
Like my jumbled thoughts which,
On occasion grace the page.
 Mar 2015
MereCat
If this was a love poem
I’d wind your virtues round my fingers
Like wedding rings
And compare your beauty
To some sort of magisterial
Corner of nature
I’d write about ‘time’s winged chariot’
And I’d send you Sonnets
Cross-cut across desks -
Paper aeroplanes.
If this was a love poem
I’d find all these pretty little parallels
Between you and I
And I’d join our constellations of freckles
With ink chains and metaphors
Until we too enjoyed Paris
In the starlight
Or could afford each other
Rather than flowers
But I won’t write you love poems
Because we studied them for too long
In English class
And wrung all the enjoyment out of them
Like inked sponges
And you said you hated poems
Because they were never written for you
So instead I’ll write about how all I can really think about
Is that I preferred your hair before you got it cut.
Urgh - GCSE English Poetry :/
 Mar 2015
May
I'm outside,
For the first time,
I can run and run and run,
Wherever I want.

And be myself,
Just a teenaged girl,
Who runs and runs and runs,
Just for fun.

Though it's dark,
My heart is bright,
I run and run and run,
Filled with absolute joy.

I'm just a smiling girl,
Beaming and giggling,
At my shadow,
Cast by streetlights and stars
 Mar 2015
May
I will never forget,
The one who helped me escape,
The one who persuaded me out,
The one who showed me the world,
The one who became my first friend,
The one who accepted everything about me,
The one who showed me that I can be whoever I want to be,
The one who convinced me to let my heart out,
The one who gave me my first hug,
The one who laughed with me,
The one who never judged,
The one who never will,
The one who smiled at my joy,
The one who gave me a name that does not lie:
My name is May.
And I was named by my best friend.
You know who you are
 Mar 2015
May
I am free.
Free to smile,
At whatever makes me smile,
Free to dance,
Whenever I want to dance,
Free to sing,
Wherever I want to sing,
Free to run,
However far I want,
Free to love,
Whoever warms my heart,
Free to be,
The person I am for no reason,
Other than that it is who I am,
That it is who I will always be,
And that it is the one thing I don't need to explain:
Me
 Mar 2015
Rockie
I wish I could say
What you mean to me
But then
It is in school
And then you won't realise
That our jokes
That confuse others
Make me jump
Inside
Crying with laughter
And wishing
You'd just reach out
And hold my hand
I know it's clichéd, but-yes. I know.
 Mar 2015
Mercury Chap
What is the point of living
When you have boundaries hindering on your way,
When freedom has been snatched away,
When your wings have been cut off
When you can't fly.

What is the point of living
When you have to hide
In your lonely burrow
When you can't keep your past aside,
Or move on to another direction,
When you fake happiness
Just live life with simple deception?

What is the point of living
When you don't go out to search
Search for happiness
'Cause it doesn't come to meet you
You have to reach it
It won't take you by the hand
And propose to you
You have to stop bending knees
In front of the gloom
And do the same to tranquility
For then your heart will bloom.

What is the point of living
When you die with that heavy weight in you?
It's better to start forgiving
Yourself
'Cause you've lived your past once
Don't let it ruin you
By thinking about it infinite times
Instead,
Just think about the future
Think about how the world will look like
When everything's changed
Think about how you will see life
With the eyes or your parents
Think about how twisted the path can be
When you continue to move on it
And how these twist have changed you
And how you won't regret it.
Random
I imagined I gave you,
All the love in every vein I could,
Every part of me I thought was good,
And every word I knew I should,
Share with you.

I imagined your hand in mine,
Comforting me when I was down,
Pulling me out when I almost drowned,
Accepting me when I found,
Another inside.

I imagined I held you,
When your ocean eyes were filled with tears,
When your perfect heart was drilled with fear,
When all you wanted was not to hear,
Deafening noise.

I imagined I was there,
When happiness lost its ring,
When you needed me more than anything,
When all you wanted was to hear me sing,
My love to you.

I imagined a world where you and I could share glances with each other,
Or gaze for eternity,
Where time lost its hold,
And let us slip between the hours,
In an endless embrace

I imagined an infinity of loving you,
But none of it outshone reality.
 Mar 2015
Mercury Chap
When I talk too much
When I blurt every stupid word,
I fear for myself.
When I don't have anything to say
When I don't have anyone to talk to,
I fear for myself
That I don't make any more scars
That I don't do anything more stupid.
I fear for myself
When I am bored and have nothing to do
I annoy people,
I make them crazy
As I make myself more crazier.
I just have the fear
That I talk too much now
I start to feel
I would have no words left
In sometime
I would be sitting at one place like a dumb thing
Not being able to say anything
Because all the best words I knew,
I wasted them in annoying people
I wasted them because of my silly talks,
I wasted my time
I wasted my sense
I fear for myself that I won't be able to stand in this place anymore
And that I would soon be secluded.
So Sky (another poet on Hello Poetry) made a poem "I Fear For You" and sent it when I was kind of low... So this was my answer.
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