Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
If you're not losing any friends,
You're not growing up.
 Dec 2014
Christos Rigakos
there's something 'bout jazz music, fills the eye
with thoughts of woodwinds brass and smoky dives
where clubs and streets meet moonlight in the sky

the music notes, arpeggio, they fly
with drinks around, the smoky mood arrives
there's something 'bout jazz music, fills the eye

the New York nightlife entertains the eye
past midnight, sewer smoke floats up alive
where clubs and streets meet moonlight in the sky

with Songs From the Night Before, Sanborn is high
and carries all, along with him they jive
there's something 'bout jazz music, fills the eye

the room is dark but for a stage so nigh
spotlight exposes New York's heartbeat live
where clubs and streets meet moonlight in the sky

where jazz songs live forever, never die
the spirit of New York at night it thrives
there's something 'bout jazz music, fills the eye
where clubs and streets meet moonlight in the sky

(C)2009, Christos Rigakos
Villanelle
 Dec 2014
Grace Pickard
The vial in which my anger is kept
Stores the ink that
Flows through my pen
Onto the
Paper in which my sorrow has bled;
The words, now meaningless--dead
Ink and water don't mix- blurred, illegible phrases appear.
 Dec 2014
Megan H
Constantly running a race
That involves everyone
Indescribable and painful obstacles
That we must overcome.
Hurrying as fast as possible
To get to an unknown destination;
Places we only hear about
Places we've never seen.
People have fallen behind me
Lost in this race,
And it's only a matter of time
Before I trip,
And get trampled by millions.
 Dec 2014
Emily Reider
One million eyes
And I am so self centered to think
That they are judging me
One million negative thoughts are being fed to my brain
But they are just one million lies
Because out of one million people
The only one judging myself
is me
 Dec 2014
Rachel T
I didn't stop hurting until
I put you into poetry
 Dec 2014
Kushtrim Thaqi
Everything is a poem,
Everything is poetry.
Useless words that come from you
And useless words that come from me
Trust me,
When watched from other angles
Other eyes, other minds
Other perspectives, other times;
They all sound,
They all taste,
They all touch you
And give the same sensations…
As does poetry!
 Nov 2014
IsReaL E Summers
"I am the bread of life"
"Eat me."
Ramen and msg
Well, ****.
Gmos ****.
Shoot a dear buck
Stock up.
Or grow.
If theres more id like to know.
 Nov 2014
Liz And Lilacs
I hope you smile with all the light of the sun.
I hope you want to be all the wildest things when you grow up.
I hope your eyes reflect the night sky.
I hope you never find yourself broken.
I hope when some one asks you what you love,
The first thing you will say is yourself.
That is important. I want you to love yourself.
I hope you're happy with who you are.
I hope you dream big and achieve what others thought was impossible.
Most of all, I hope you are happy, whoever you turn out to be.
My dear future child, always know, that I will love you, no matter what.
 Nov 2014
Mohd Arshad
I said to the rose
you look so beautiful!
It replied that was startling:
Keep waiting till the twilight creeps on!
.
Notes (optional)
 Nov 2014
Homunculus
For truth, and
For meaning,
We plead, and
We question, and
Reason gives birth,
Just to pregnant
Suggestions.
 Nov 2014
LeaveThisLife
Trust me, I know how it feels
I know exactly how it feels to cry in the shower
So no one can hear you
And waiting for everyone to fall asleep
So you can fall apart
For everything to hurt so bad
You just want it all to end
I know exactly how it feels
I don't blame anyone, I did this to myself
Its my fault, everything is my fault
I feel this tiredness that sleep can't fix
And please stop asking if I'm okay
I'm tired of lying
I'm tired of living
I'm tired of trying
I'm tired of coping
I'm tired of hoping
I'm tired of existing
I'm tired of breathing
I'm just done
Because I'm never truly happy
Some days I'm just a little less sad than the rest
When you reach the point of being so sad you're numb
You're going to miss the ability to cry
Because depression is like drowning
And seeing everyone around you breathing
Because depression is not a choice
Its a deep hole you cannot climb out of
Trust me, I know how it feels
To beg God to just take it all away
Next page