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 May 2014
Brendan Thomas
My muse no longer visits me
I know not where she's gone
No words now swirling in my brain
I cannot take this for long

Please come and visit again
Your presence brings me peace
Without you I shall struggle
My brain unleashed a beast

I write or rather scribble
My words all skewed and trash
Until you return to me,
Writing,this is the last.
 May 2014
Brendan Thomas
It has been said
You can lead a horse to water
But you can't make him drink

I now understand that phrase
You can help all you want
Talk till you're blue

Simple truth is
People will do what
people will do

I GIVE UP!!!!
 May 2014
Brendan Thomas
I am
A wolf among the sheep

They walk noisily about
Silently I creep

I walk as they do
I wear the same clothes

I meander my way through them
My prey will never know

The real me isn't so grand
This costume I wear is part of my plan

I'm not here to help you
I don't want your love

I am going to eat you
With teeth stained in blood
 May 2014
Sally A Bayan
A Dialogue....


I promised I would pray for her and her loved ones
Here I am, just starting to talk, in silence...
Instead, I find myself assailed by questions,
You are an understanding God, never exacting,
Never angry, I have never questioned You,
But today, I honestly ask You:
Why is this happening? How could this be?
How could You have allowed this? Why?
When will this stop? How much longer?
Have mercy!
Have mercy, please...please...
Heal their sorrow, this pain, make it end...
Make them stop, the leaving....
She has lost one, two already,
The tears may now be dry,
And yet, she, they still cry....
How hard it is, to cry without tears.....
What has been done cannot be undone...
So I beg You, please, make the hurting stop,
Let them be healed,
Give them Your miracle....
Now....


Forgive me, my Lord, for questioning Your decisions...
Forgive me for even thinking of questioning you...
I know I am silly most times, but,
Thank you, God, for always listening...


(For Maria )



Sally

Copyright 2014
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
Hearts and minds are overladen
The weight, the pain, immeasurable
even for us who love them dearly...
Those who are near, watch them go through their sorrow, their pain...
While those of us who are distant, can only sense, anticipate, hope and pray...
 May 2014
Brendan Thomas
I remain constant,like black and like white
Words from me spoken have leapt into flight
Spiraling swirls of colors and mist
Have crossed over mountains
That fair sun has just kissed

My creation gives pleasure
It also brings pain
Seeing destruction and tyranny reign
Will you forsake me? My world I create
You give rise to the decadent
Have I made a mistake?

You ask of my name
For this I've not said
I am Alpha and Omega
Beginning and the end.
 May 2014
Jack
Fragile wings of stained glass rainbows
Endless your uncharted flight
Still I face the window staring
Praying you return this night
~
Longing in this darkest hour
Emptiness my heart does breathe
Forever more I shall be waiting
Eternally I shall believe
 May 2014
Joe Cole
It started just like any other normal day
Parents at work,  children at play
Then in the distance a rumble was heard
As if by magic the sky clears of birds
I look up and to my horror I see
A seething ***** grey white mass bearing down on  me
AVALANCHE
Hurricane force winds now smash things aside
There will be little shelter for those who survive
Then like a demon it strikes with the force of a bomb
Trees, boulders,  ice and snow
For many trapped now an icy cold tomb
A few hours ago people were playing up there
But the side of the mountain has been swept clean and bare
Why did they build the village down there?
Could they challenge nature, did they really care?
All to often we challenge her might
And now another village has been swept out of sight
AVALANCHE
 May 2014
Poetic T
She has sewn with love
patches on my heart,
covered those holes made
by others in my past.

She was gentle, dabbing
it with kindness, removing
the shrapnel of betrayal
that had put so many
holes with in my heart.

She sewed it with a needle
of love, she put feelings
in the patches that soothed
the rough parts so the
patches laid soft.  

She had been gentle from
the start, to patch up the
holes from my past. She
had left a patch work patten
on my heart, for now love
could enter ,this was no
longer a heart with holes
but a patch work design
that was sewn with love.
 May 2014
Brendan Thomas
Little white pill, oh little white lie
You help me feel nothing
I reach for the sky
Numb and amazing, how happy am I

No more lies, tell me the truth
Wicked little pill has been so abused
Or is it me,I'm the one that's been so abused

You told me a lie
How happy WAS I
You were just using me
Or was it me using you
So much confusion
My life is now doomed.
 May 2014
Brendan Thomas
Our lady now gone
She's taken her leave

No tricks now
Nothing up the sleeve

I feel a great heartache
But now it's alright

She's a survivor
She's gonna be fine

Given a task
I know she'll complete it

This isn't the end
But just the beginning
 May 2014
Brendan Thomas
I feel partly alive
But mostly feel dead

Wish that that bullet
Didn't just graze my head

I stick me with needles
I snort up my nose

That's when I don't know
Where my mind really goes

At least it's not here
But somewhere at peace

I know that place
Is waiting for me

I'll be there soon
I try not to dwell

But the outlook for me
Does not look that well
 May 2014
Dark Jewel
Julie,

I can not be there with you now,
But you'll always feel me near, my dear.
Look deep into your heart and soul.
Let the love around you forever grow.
Turning sixteen is such a big milestone,
Always know you're never alone.

Grandma Kirby

Thank you..
My sweet one..
I will always remember you,
Grandma..
Grandma.. I miss you so much, it makes me tear up just to type this poem.. Thank you for being there for me to the end.. I am sorry I could not say goodbye on your final day.. Requiescat en Pace my dear, sweet, grandma..
 May 2014
meg
I remember when I was in the hospital and I didn't sleep for two days straight because I swore to god that if I did the demons would step out from under the bed and seep into my head.

I remember when it was three am, and I was shaken awake from the girl three doors down shrieking from the night terrors that her mother embedded into her skull with her fist and a belt when she was eight. But, they were then stored away until she was thirteen years old and a man swore that he'd beat her if she didn't cooperate. So, now they hide during the day, and creep back up when the sun falls.

I remember when I witnessed a boy unintentionally scratch at his skin until he bleed for an hour because the voices inside of his mind told him that if he didn't hurt anyone else, he would just have to hurt himself. and he swears he'd never hurt anyone besides himself.

I remember when I met a girl who had cuts up and down her arms and legs from when her mother told her she'd never survive the world because she isn't good enough. But, I swear to god that she was the strongest person I've ever met.

I remember when my roommate stayed up all night rocking with bloodshot eyes and deep purple circles underneath of them because she swore that if she slept the monsters inside of her head would crawl out and bleed into her soul.

I remember when the boy five doors down hit the wall so hard that it shook the entire unit because he hallucinated a man and a little girl trying to strangle him, and he swore he could feel the noose around his neck.  

even through all of this, for some odd reason teenagers think it's lovely to have deep scars and to hear voices telling them to **** themselves and everyone around them. I swear, nothing is lovely about demons eating at your brain and thoughts.

I remember when it was four am, and I was up weeping from the fact that people think my suffering is lovely.

I can swear to you, it's not.
***** hiding that I went to a mental ward. because I think that this is the best poem I've ever written.
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