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 May 2015
igc
Remember me as a Letter
Carefully written in order to best explain
Everything it is I could not seem to say
               write me easy
               write me deeply
               write me only once.

Remember me as a Love Song
Structurally crafted lyrics filled with melodies
Sweeter than the first time we met
               sing me to your mother
               sing me to your lover
               sing me to your children

Remember me as a Poem
Metaphor coloured emotions
Putting together moments amidst events
That never really happened
But we would swear over and over
That actually did
               colour me purple
               colour me blue
               colour me Red

Remember me in your Nightmares
Think of me on those nights that simply closing your eyes
Causes fear to prickle on your skin
And adrenaline to race through your veins
               close your eyes anyway
               embrace the feeling of helplessness
               let it help you remember

Remember me when you Don't Want To
Promise to think of me in those moments when
Remembering numbs you more than feeling nothing at all
               love me easy
               love me deeply
               love me only once
 May 2015
Classy J
overcame death, overcame adversity, overcame animosity, overcame monotony, overcame everything that came at me. Underdog since the beginning, no one ever would have bet on me making it, that's probably why I did make it. I don't need help, I don't need your approval, I don't need anything, because I am the only one who can deal with me. Abandoned, betrayed, been a slave to society, I done with all of that, I am my own man. Haters are always going to hate, can't please everyone, and i'm ok with that. I overcome, I don't quit or give up with life, because it's just too exhausting.
 May 2015
Rapunzoll
You make the first move
and I rise to meet you
The destruction we agree
is mutually assured

If this love is war
we're going nuclear

I refuse to sign the peace
treaty, to surrender my
lands to a man who's  history
rides nations in his eyes

You cannot coax me
out of my shell only
to crush me when I am
most vulnerable

I will not be an
innocent bystander
to your horrors

I will not allow you
to make my pain beautiful
It is not your canvas
to experiment on.


(You'll only throw
red at it anyway)

I'm tired of tiptoeing
around the subject
like it is a minefield

Eventually I will
bleed your intentions dry
bandage them with a kiss
and revel in their cries

I will tear apart the lies
deftly with nimble fingers
and your tongue will always
defy you, spitting fire
and carefully lodged bullets

Once your secrets flare
there will be no rescue party
to salvage what we had

Only our ashes shall remain
*embers of a past unspoken.
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 May 2015
brandon nagley
God,
Have mercy upon the extortionist's,
The distortionists are all *******,
Some dead,
None life-like!!!!

Fighters draw blood through their ****** syringe,
Through hateful revenge,
Their devils in tattooed disguise!!

Some wearies of pain,
Others forth along for thine ride!!!!

Im not meant for such desire of madness,
All attire vamped out mapped by state,
Some come early and some come late!!

To the gates of hell and back that is.....

I'm sick of hiding behind the cache ,
Behind the decanter of who we really are!!!!!!!
 May 2015
brandon nagley
Lord,
These fateful deductions of air molecules flutter,
Noone utters their thoughts passed out on plates!!

Peaches traded for wakes of full moon glow,
Creatures cometh from beneathe,
The Beelzebub waits on hold,
Scrolls not sold,
for the ambrosial father tightens his glistened box!!!!

Where shangri-la waits to open,
No hellion can chooseth his stop!!!!!
Not sat on the window sill where he normally resides
I look in the garden to see where he hides

Conspicuous by his absence I have a feeling of woe
All ready for work should I stay or go

Cats are not slaves to tables of time
When I get home tonight everything will be fine

I hurry home from work slave to the cause
Hoping to hear the patter of tiny cat paws

My window sill empty I now wonder why
My heart missed a beat and I wanted to cry

We'll not think of maybes if buts or sorrow
*I'm sure he'll be home for breakfast tomorrow
 Jan 2013
Giani LaDavia
Why do we always fall victim?
We eventually fade into a colorless spectrum anyhow.
And why do we believe someone else loves us?
I want to love you more than I love myself.
Weary emotions and exhausting potions are all I seem to find.

Please reach into the back of my mind,
where the darkness lies,
behind my tired eyes.
You might find all my unspoken words,
the lonely thoughts, that were never heard.
Even further, you might see a crying boy.
He wants to disappear, his feelings so coy.

I can feel the lovely darkness taking hold of me,
the influence and lack of confidence taking hold of me,
As I cry each drunken night, staring at her window,
through that blurry rainy sky.

Old flowers falling off the limbs mean we all will disappear into the sea.
A cold hard broken heart means, when the rain pours,
so does my heart.
A sad reminiscing mind means you’re the one I’ve thought about for years.
I make believe to have memories of us together,
when I haven’t even met you…

I want to love you,
like no one has ever loved me,
But I can see your words that no one ever hears,
stained within your skin, buried in fears.
So don’t look out your window tonight,
just stay still.
In the end, I can’t wait to feel the fire embrace me,
since it’s the only thing that ever will.

— The End —