Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
 Jun 2015
brandon nagley
Anyone canst be a interweb lover
Yet whilst thou make it a reality?
Anyone canst be a typewriter buddy,
Yet whilst thou pick up thy fingers and dial?

Such a loss and disconnection this world has taken on as a mask!

Hopeless romance!!

Watching the world slowly commit suicide....
 Jun 2015
Cat Fiske
Everyone thought she was better.
That the scars on her body,
would fade and that would be that,

They never for one second,
thought she would lose herself,
in the dark maze of depression,
once again,

They never believed,
that there would be fresh cuts,
littering her arms,

They never realised,
she would never,
get better,

That she’d always find herself,
in this spiraling vortex,
known as depression,

They thought she was better,
and so did she,
But oh how wrong they were,

Because you see,
Depression never really goes away.

It just lets you think that,
so you’re unprepared,
for when it strikes back,
Depression that's what this is about
 Jun 2015
rained-on parade
Touching you was like static electricty in a dark room,
a makeshift thunderstorm in your fingers,
you had more noise in you than a little heart could handle;
so you came bursting open:
screaming, hands punching the air and gasping
for sanity; they said if you hear God it's probably purgatory
what would they call it
when I hear the windclap of your hips a sonic boom
and the quiet of your eyes like blood rushing to my head
in an anechoic chamber;
would they call it madness or delusion
or a mix of a little bit of both; could be alcohol,
could be love
because when I lit a match
in your darkness,
it burned the whole house down.
Bonny
 Jun 2015
Summer Jackson
lonely, depressed, and dark
love has left its mark
it's all just one big lie
and it left her there to die
her hearts been torn to shreds
barely attached by a single thread
a sick, dimented place
until she saw your face
your existence changed her world
even though she's just a girl
promising to stay around forever
to play her you would never
then one day you disappeared
and suddenly it was all too clear
the one she needed all along
was always close but far too gone
the perfect person to treat her right
was the beautiful being inside her mind
originally wrote 12-14-14
 Jun 2015
brandon nagley
Let me be free
Free from this sin,
Free to know where the road starts
No criticism,
No false friends!!!

Let Me breathe

Oh deadly world I live in,
These walls are as boundaries
Made as silicone made tint!

The wind blows to a strong
Like a protester in song
Or mother with a lost son or cause!!!

What causeth humanity to fail?

Thou hast seen as I seen
What ive seen,
Saw what I saw
After all,
Blood and flesh are one!!!

Not skin thou war ****'s of flaw,
Not religion of worldliness
Politics of Masonry's call!!!!

Shame leadeth to guilt!

Guilt to fear!!

And only from bleeding to death
What is left?

Chains of redemption pulling at their best!!!
 Jun 2015
Ian Beckett
Taxi from El Alto spirals towards the clogged streets
A thousand metres down from hell to high-rise
Thanksgiving in America a daily struggle in Bolivia
Street lamp effigies signal certain death to thieves
Two bodies on road surrounded by yellow tape
Hombres sleep-like stillness an uncovered curiosity
This morning neither knew it would be their last
Fifty police listen to chief behind mahogany lectern
Death brings them 15 minutes of news-time fame
Cars and peasants pass by with unheeding speed
Is death the end or just another part of life in La Paz?
In La Paz, Bolivia driving down from the airport we passed a police news conference with the dead bodies still in the street
 Jun 2015
brandon nagley
A squash blossom to wrap mine neck,
A turquoise ring with feathered speck
An all seeing eye in the middle of mine brain
A love tis I seeketh, a queen of the same!!!
 Jun 2015
niamh
Loving fingers
Trace tenderly
The contours
Of my face.
Touches like
Butterfly's kiss.

Should you lose
Your sight tomorrow,
You will know
Your way home
 Jun 2015
brandon nagley
The green clayed soldier pointed his weapon upon mine temple,
As a nineteen sixties gesture,
I stuck a flower down his barrel..

Silence and a daisy were the best two Silencer's!!
 Jun 2015
Alexis
I try to hold my heart together.
I can't keep doing it forever.
Everything is broken,
And everything is gone.

I let time pass,
But,
I feel every bit of pain,
All over again,
Every morning.

And I miss you,
And I ache for death.
I know that I am worthless.
 Jun 2015
Shiennina Marae
How in love are we?
Can you tell?
This is me trying.

I have been every shade of someone else
But with you, I am myself
This was something I was supposed to be immune to
That I claim I’m better at
This is going to hurt
Loving you is like reaching the heavens
While planting myself deep into the ground
Bridging them with all our words of love and promises
Always the certain words, always the uncertain future
You are my release from this trap of skin
Whispering my insanity, breaking the naked eye
Each of my 206 bones are aching to fuse with yours
If I didn’t say I love you that night
That would’ve cost me a whole universe
Thoughts of “You ruined it” came rushing
But when you inhaled my words and let out a smile
I knew you wouldn’t let me destroy this alone
You never let me hurt the poems in my lungs
Always the air to breathe in
You let me breathe
You are one of my birthday wishes I never made but came true
I swear to god you can see a mosaic of you on my nails
A museum of half-drunk thoughts of you in my head
Your irises are deeply rooted in mine
Hands fit, shoulder blades never cutting each other
You're already in poems I haven't written yet
They will never lose a hint of you in them
We never needed that relationship anatomy
We are our own perfect piece of the time frame
I found happiness in your tired arms
I stopped hiding
You are safe in my mouth
I am always hungry
Never distant
But never close enough
The corpses of my questions found light in your answers

Our lost became our home.
Our broken our ceiling.
When we started building again, that ceiling crashed
Now we see stars, the swirling galaxy that made this worth the pain
When we said “I love you”
We meant “I am ready to be consistent with you”

How in love are we?
Can you tell?
This is me trying.
The first and last parts of this poem are MM's words *intense love for this girl oh my god*

June 1, 2015
 Jun 2015
Chelsea Patton
Don't you dare tell  me I am beautiful.
Until you have seen my scars...
That are craved into my body,
and the blood that pours out of my soul..

Don't you dare tell me I am lovely,
until I completely shut you out of my life..
Because I swore to myself,
you are just like the others and you will get sick of me.....

Don't you dare tell me I am flawless,
until you have seen me break down in tears..
I will show you the darkness  that's inside me that's consumes me,
and you will run away form me...

But  if you,
have seen my scars,
my bitterness,
and darkness...
Then I might believe you....
Hope you guys like it
comment
share
thanks guys
Next page