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 Nov 2014
Shannon Delaney
It comes in blankets
Grey blankets that cover the sky
And it churns in blue and black
Like purple bruises painting the sky
I want to cry
But the tears won’t come
So I’m stuck looking out window
Searching for any bit of sun I can see
Only stormy eyes show themselves though
And tears streak cheeks
And if I cry myself to sleep every night
That’s only for me and the stars to know
They twinkle knowingly at me in the dark
And I want to yell at them
Don’t tell a soul
But they ignore me
They tell me I’m sad
And I knew that already
But I only see the stars when my grey blankets are gone
 Nov 2014
wordvango
best if i say right off this is gonna be *****
so if you believe in god or are under 30
or can't ride the rides in Disneyland
disembark
****, I forgot what
I had  in me dream,
****!!!!!!!!!!!
I stomp and jump up again and say **** It!!!!
Fucken all this crap!
I am so tired of chasing visions, so tired of  lying women
so tired of every buzz.
God ******* ****!!! **** me!
**** with a capital F I forgot to add the emphasis.
So full of ****** rhymes so full of bad times.
I just need to calm down, okay.
i am ok.
So, where was I, geez, a full load wheelbarrow falling **** into my lap.
I make it day to night, and sleep alone again. What have I to look forward to tomorrow. A hard day labor and a lonely night.
A fist full of dollars I **** away might as well just  take a crap on this whole world wipe my *** with a hundred dollar bill, then roll it up
and snoot a big *** of candy again up my nose.
I know you are tired of my whining. Look, I got a Major, a doctorate even,
in wallowing. I will never be okay  as long as I camoflauge my feelings. So, i am spilling them all out now, puking my guts up on your eyes in lil a big Z
 Nov 2014
Kelly Rose
How I wish...
to be accepted for who I am
Yes, I am outside of the box
I yearn to be loved
for who I am
Are you the one
can you pick up the gauntlet
Can you love someone on the fringe
Flawed and damage, am I
but I long for that....yes that
love that is acceptance
Please won't you find....
Yes , please look beyond the surface
find that which is lovable
Am I worthy of your
Dare I say it...
Love
11/2/2014
 Oct 2014
s
A writer has her own perspective
Her own point of view
Her own way of interpreting things

Never judge
how a writer does her works
You have no right

You are not God
You are just one
of his million creations

Stop putting rules
on how one should write
her own poem

Because her mind is hers
Her heart is hers
And her poem is her
Please, sir. Stop being so immature.
 Oct 2014
wordvango
just spit out the sides I awake
my mind peeking again
it seems
at ****** dreams, ***** words, non- innocent.
**** is always on the tip of my tongue.
Usually proceeded by Mother.
Very Oedipus.
 Oct 2014
Stevie Ray
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A man commits suicide, shooting a bullet through his head containing a seed from the tree of life.
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 Sep 2014
Sea
how I can
feel my heartbeat
like it's in the
palm of my hand
while THC pours through
my blood stream is
a favorite thing.

But my ear
resting against your chest
listening to your heart rate
as if it were mine
that is what I miss
more when I am high.
 Sep 2014
Forgotten Dreams
Innocent lives
Told there's no hope
Hope for life, for happiness
Innocent lives
Nobodies there
Kind words all but forgotten
Innocent lives
Lives not worth living
Lives to be given up on?
Giving up...the easy option for those
Innocent Lives
Vertical drop onto concrete pavement
Eager watchers there only for self gain
Until there's the need for help by your side they'll stay
Pacing, plotting waiting for the day...
The day you'll give up
One life
One chance.

I think I'd give up too...
Just a poem I was forced to write in English (And yep I'm aware of the awfulness of it) but I guess seeing as I haven't put anything up in aggggeeeessss I might as well put it up.
 Sep 2014
Lies Cut Short
When I first met you, I'll admit I was a mess
But you were too
Our nights were filled with talking till dawn
And I love you
But this was back when you showed me off like a prize
When I finally realized
I don't need to starve or cut to feel something
I just need to look into your eyes

But now everything seems to have changed

When I say I love you it feels hollow
And you pretend you didn't hear
When I touch you I feel a shock
But you seem to disappear
You no longer parade me around
You seem to be ashamed
Because you hide me like a secret
And don't mention my name

And speaking of my name
Why the **** don't you repeat it
When it spills out of your mouth
Why does it sound like *******
Why do you only stare at me
Until the morning comes
Why can't you show your feelings
You make me feel dumb

For putting all this trust in you
And taking a shot
By honestly answering every question
Whether you told the truth or not
I tried to believe you
I tried so hard to change
But I guess you just won't make it
To meet me in the rain

And ya I ******* miss you
But I bet you don't miss me
So I'll open up my chest
And take my heart off of my sleeve
What the **** changed?
Life is so amazing;
We humans have different marks on paper or a computer that we can understand and we move our mouth to make different noises that we understand as well. And having different noises in a row that sound barbaric to people that don't speak that language. There's even different languages that people developed over the years...
Then we talk about our ways of life.
There are some people out there that are starving and dying, and then there's people that have so much money and food, they don't have any room for it.
Then we move to our technology.
From dirt and rocks to make weapons to **** for food, and living in caves, and not talking like a normal human being, we came to having houses made of the wood of trees and bricks, and having 3-dimensional beings in a little portable device. And having stop-motion pictures, and 3-D TV's, and computers that have different websites that have completely different stuff on them.
Then we move to music.
Music is so old... probably started when the cavemen started to talk English or something. And there's so much songs about so many different things, and none of them have the same beat or notes in a row. There's probably like, quadrillions of songs out there.
Now for the sciency stuff.
I just think it's so incredible that there's people like Benjamin Franklin and Thomas Jefferson. I mean, imagine where we would be right now if it weren't for Benjamin Franklin. Thomas Jefferson wouldn't be famous, that's for sure. What about if neither of them existed? Where would we be know? Then there's the people that came up with the idea that there's life that is so small, we can't see it. Then someone invented the telescope so we could examine the moon better. All the constellations out there that tell stories about the Gods and Goddesses. And it's just so astounding how big the Universe is. All those planets out there, we can't be the only living things out there, you know? There is just so much in the world that still needs yet to be discovered. Just think how long it will be until we have teleportation! Then we could teleport our space rovers to different planets and not worry about it getting hit by a meteor.
And people say "The world's not that old! This is only 2015!" Yeah. After the birth of Jesus Christ. Jesus was on Earth 2015 years ago. Before that, people didn't have the system of keeping track of time. Scientists can only tell how Ancient Egypt or Ancient Greece was like because of people writing down their religions. To think if there will ever be some sort of apocalypse and no one wrote anything down and humans came to life gain, it would be exactly like caveman times all over again unless we write down our thoughts anywhere and keep it anywhere. That's what diaries where originally invented for! And if you never thought of thinking of the world this deep before, it's only because you're most likely an outgoing person. Don't ask how I know that.

Well, this closes my thoughts.
"JUST THINK" LIKE IF YOU AGREE
Someone's always watching me
Someone's always there
When I'm sleeping he just waits
And he stares
Someone's always standing in
The darkest corner of my room
He's tall and wears a suit in black
Dressed like the perfect groom
Where are you going?
Why won't you stay?
They might be scared of you
But I just want to play
He has no face
He hides with the trees
He loves little children
When they beg and scream

Please
To Slenderman!!!! I <3 U! If you guys like this i need at least 10 likes on this poem i will make another about slendy!!!!!!!! we all know we love slendy!!!!!!! ps it took me like 10 minutes to cme up with this poem soooooo... dont expect a long wait!!!
There were times when I wonder what it is like to die.
Would it feel like pain? Would it feel like fainting?
Hey look... I'm dead.
Would I be at a party?
Sure. In the shadows...
Would I share how I feel?
Sure. Anonymously...
Would I be seen with friends in public?
Sure. Never talking...
Would I share my name?
Sure. Never fully...
Would I be in the center?
Sure. For 2 seconds...
Am I known?
Sure. As "Happily Anonymous"...
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