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 Jul 2015
Mahdiya Patel
She transferred her darkness and sadness
to create the most prepossessing pieces of literature
and this is where her demons rested//

For just a little while.
 Jul 2015
Thisis A Pseudonym
I am just a Jester disguised in a Kings regalia
Leadership is not my forte
 Jul 2015
Jacob Christopher
Last night I dreamt.
for the first time in a long time,
I dreamed of you.
It was a good dream.
We sat close,
in some surreal plane,
intensely illuminated by the moon,
and the stars.
I embraced you from behind
you grabbed my arms tight.
And then,
inches away from my face,
you held my gaze.
You turned away.
It would appear,
not even in my dreams will we ever embrace again.
I awoke missing your lips,
but knowing I had to let them go.
Writing druk on a tablet is incredibly difficult.
 Jun 2015
Kelley A Vinal
The atoms that make up
The outermost layer of my skin
Repel yours the least
In some sort of metaphoric nuclear fusion
Though we may not release photons
With each touch
And we're not quite travelling fast enough
To create such an explosive reaction
In a physical sense
It seems that you still turn
my mass
into energy
 Jun 2015
SøułSurvivør
10W

i am big enough
to say i am

SMALL

Amen


soulsurvivor
Inspired by
Sherri Harder
a wonderful, humble
woman of God.

THANKS!

---<♡>---
 Jun 2015
Jacob Christopher
I like to think I've seen,
my fair share of life.
A city man,
sculpted of concrete and steel.
My years on this earth may be yet,
short.
That life however,
opened my eyes to much.
I know about the lows of man,
about how far some of us will stoop.
About what it means to survive.
But,
You dragged me,
drunk and complaining,
out into the hills.
You sat me in the back of your truck,
and you showed me the stars.
I don't know if it was the urban lighting,
that burns eternally,
or just that I'd never looked.
But you showed me the stars that night,
in all their luminescent glory.
I will never forget that.
******' country girls man...
 Jun 2015
brandon nagley
Tis ironic yes?
These people with all the loot in their pockets
Spend thousands of dollars on new
Pearly white enamels....

Yet its the poor tribesman
In a faraway country
With no teeth....

That hast the most beautiful of smiles..
 Jun 2015
dravenstorm
Please Set Her Free, From My Thoughts.
The Walls To My Deepest Fears
Are Closing Up On Her.
She Screams Out So Silently.
But Her Voice Echo's To My
Projected Subconsciousness.

They Feel Her ****** Tears
Curl To Their Souls.
But Spare No Sympathy
For The Little Girl.

They Let Her Drown,
And Watch Her Resurrect
Into A Consciousness
That Will Torture Me

For Eternity.
 Jun 2015
Zachary
there are four main symptoms
of post traumatic stress disorder
as defined by the government

1. Reliving The Event

in order to be taken into consideration,
you must have the shiny badge
labeling you as a veteran war hero
and then,
your brains are picked to pieces
in order to determine
your value to them

nightmares never go quite like people imagined
not all nightmares are rough, rude and jarring
some are sudden gasps
bed wetting and the shame
knowing if you close your eyes,
you'll see them over you,
poised and ready to spring

flashbacks, as well, may be soft
though they cut just as deeply
but to others,
you look tired
or as if you're daydreaming
(and you are,
but it's not all lilacs)

and his face,
his name,
sets you back twenty paces

2. Avoiding Situations

this is perhaps the most false
because with post traumatic,
there is no escaping
it is an inferno that spread
and left third degree burns
and these left pain
(and not just on yourself)

3. Negative Changes in Beliefs and Feelings

sweet words
for such ugly circumstances
no matter the trauma,
whether a bomb explosion,
an auto wreck,
or ****** abuse,
this leaves the most damage

no one mentions the fact
that in many cases of trauma,
it is often repressed
but the feelings remain,
(so, ten years later?
vague pieces?
half forgotten whispers?
yeah, that's why it's hard)
until they boil up and explode

there is something that changes,
somewhere, something snaps
and a part of you dies
while a hideous part blooms  

perhaps,
the most difficult part
is finding yourself valid
whether you are sixteen or sixty
you are valid

the memories may be hazy
and ill-fitting
but it happened
and there's no avoiding that

(i remember...

... partially)

4. Hyperarousal

scientific name for insomnia
for purple bags under bloodshot eyes
and nails bitten to the quick

(stop screaming,
you're making me nervous)

another failing grade,
and another, and another
until you fail the course
but your energy is sapped
from sleepless nights
so you don't care
(and you probably won't later)

jittery feet and flapping hands
not just in autism

the things they never talk about
is the cold, hard truth

that you may find yourself
ten feet into a bottle
or buried in a haze so thick,
it may as well be smog

and the phrase,
"pull yourself up by the bootstraps"
conjures a noose
wrapped around porcelain necks

no one speaks of the bumpy road
and how it is so **** hard to cope
because it is viewed as shameful
(lies)

or how they leave you,
because they cannot cope
(**** them)

the hardest part?
validation and acknowledgment
(it really happened,
and it's okay)
 Jun 2015
brandon nagley
Precipice hanging
Red rock dwellings
Hiding under the sandpine desert
Freeing me in the process
Tribal seeking
Falcon knowledge to leadeth me down road highway
Noones way
But the freeway
Riding the cool gypsie wave
Moral decay hath abounded me
With the naysayer's and no bringers
Wolves cometh by swarms
Mastered by scorn
They scorn another with boiling hot heat....
Trampling feet..
Dance to their own tune,
No rhythm and blues
But jazz gone punk!!!!
Raccoon turned skunks
On lonesome highway to hell...
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