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 Sep 2014
Helen
Don't give me your abject phrases
or your artfully placed sighs
Don't give me your diluted praises
that leak from your blinded eyes
Don't give me a disjointed speech
that starts with the letter I
Don't give me verbations that leech
from your ever loving lies
Don't give me your pretending
because I don't believe in that ****
Don't give me your never ending
*I'm never going to get it!
 Sep 2014
Jack
~

Oh ancient dune
What have thou seen

Through raging storm
In lover’s dream
Of sunny days
Restless nights
Tempest waves
Wayward flights
Winter’s blast
Snow and sleet
Summer’s sun
Soaring heat
Changing tides
Eroding beach

What have you learned
What could you teach

So patiently
Your stand it finds
Without a sound
The passing time
Grasses tall
Sands of white
Shadows reach
Holding tight
Perfect shape
Magic stance
Visionary
True romance
Quietly
So serene

Oh ancient dune
*What have thou seen
 Sep 2014
SG Holter
Never dream. Plan.
Enjoy the way your future...
Smells. Sense it, then move towards
It without chasing
Anything.

Intend, and the rest will birth itself.
I've seen friends who failed every class
In high school get better jobs than
Us others ever dared
Aim for.

I've seen other friends abandon
******, fight every unmerciful
Second of withdrawal, day by
Day, and win.
Alone.

I've decided what kind of person
I want by my side as I move
Away from my last chapter and into
This. She's here
Now.

In solid love, I intend this to go on.
I hope it'll go on. God, I'm
Looking forward to this going on,
And on. And  
On.

My will is my command.
I apparently know not
How to fail. The bigger picture
Is always
Biggest.

Defeat is an
Attitude.
Victory is
An
Attitude.
 Sep 2014
SG Holter
I woke up feeling
The way I would
If you hadn't.
A plastic bag without a handle
A pair of straps without a sandal
A briefcase with rusted locks
A pair of old worn out socks
A never used candelabrum
An empty jar of finished gum
A broken door iron cage
A lost book’s tattered page
A piece of cloth insect holed
An old calendar neatly rolled
A fluorescent light long dead
A clay puppet’s broken head
A fountain pen sans its cap
An old atlas dusty map
A bunch of cassette in tin box
Nails and screws unused locks
Cable tape wire and plug
Grandpa’s brolly faded rug

Can’t disown throw them out

Fond attachments without doubt!
 Sep 2014
Jack
Spilling Ink
Branded as a silent theme
when all but the last call out
in unrecognized voices
of all black piano keys
chanting in circles
humming spheres of latent thought
bringing in the melodies
of a fractured symphony
out of tune with society
singing praises of the unknown
in 3-part harmony
when two can’t sing
and the third is me
sitting quietly
in my poetic corner
spilling ink
on the scars
of my now
hidden in plain sight
past
 Sep 2014
K Balachandran
Plan A: there is none as such;
though unflinching ego makes
complex calculations, concludes,
reassures it is best laid for sure.

Plan B, hence has no actual relevance
A mountain river, life is, it rushes
the way the cryptic GPS message directs.
If you ask how it works, try to understand
the intricate organic correlations, involving factors
that  even a super computer can't process
but your mind would, somehow easily tell you
in a clear voice, if only you are ready to  listen.

Every best laid plan is merely a wish
the more profound is spoken as a prayer
words addressed to the voice inside, that listens and acts
fulfillment then, is an emotional construct
you need the scent of that flower to inspire life.

Who says the cosmic plan is mysterious?
One who walks the karma path right, even when eyes closed
knows how to reach where one is headed to.
The truth this: one leads oneself, so keep the inner eyes open.

Subtle wishes that bring smile on the face of thy neighbor
are much more meaningful than selfish desires
One is just a cog in the cosmic wheel
He has the acumen to charm
His words don’t reveal his mind
With your emotions he plays with skill
He is a charmer deft in his art!

He preaches what he doesn’t practice
His craft hides from you his real face
In his life he has never given peace
Never brought one soul happiness!

His art keeps the audience enthralled
His songs make the listeners sway wild
But in him is a devil installed
He is farthest from innocence of a child!

What he shows to you is the husk
You never get to see the real face
A charmer his art is a mask
In life he **** cares goodness!
 Sep 2014
Louise
Isn't it so wonderful
that we have humour.
During difficult times or events,
it sees us through.

I attended my best friends,  mother's
funeral today.
Sue is her name.
It was harder than I expected
even though I've known her
for over 30 years.

As I arrived
my friend made me laugh
straight away.
(She has a weird humour,  
which is why I love her)

People joked about Sue's
stubbornness and
her opinionated ways.

I caught up with people
I hadn't seen in a while
and didn't realise they
knew her too.

And we laughed.

Thank god for humour.

God bless you Sue
x
 Sep 2014
Jack
~

“I love you”
Sounds so much better spoken,
than written
Don't get me wrong, both ways are wonderful, but that sound...ooooh
 Sep 2014
Poetic T
I was damaged, I was broken born
An incubator were the arms
I rested upon,
I left and real arms were felt,
Life was good for a while
Till parents
Did slam the door
Tears were many, hidden from our view,
"But was I to blame"
For many years I thought so,
My schools days
They were
Ups,
&
Downs,
Skinny White guy
Short and could run
Because of the Neanderthals
Knuckles scrapping  upon the floor
I was like the wind
Feet,
Run,
Gliding.
Upon slab and tarmac,
But one only glides so much
Then came the fall,
And I fell hard upon
Fist,
Foot,
&
Word
After days, months, years
The running stopped
1 tablet
2 tablet
10 tablets more
Three times tested
I
Awoke
Confused
Once again life a cruel joke.
But I learnt that death didn't want me,
And after the third,
I clicked,
It is not me
Those who pummelled
Those of venom spit,
I was stronger now
They were the joke
I grew stronger in sprit,
I thought I could cope
"But I was broken"
Never seeing the cracks
/
\
/
\
And in late teens
Like a bull charging my mind broke,
Shattered,
Pieces,
Lay,
In bed, I lay never leaving
"A worried mother"
I hardly spoke,
Many days or weeks had past,
I don't know when but
"Like a jigsaw my mind mended,"
Not fully
Anger crept in,
But then I saw a few of those
Neanderthals
Who while at school
Were the cool kids
The ones who taunted others,
And the
Mighty
Had,
Fallen,
Real life not being what
They had hoped,
Fallen from grace,
But I felt sorrow for them
For I knew what was
Important,
Life
Family,
Love,
And I had stumbled
And many times I had fell
But now my life was for living,
This was just the first twenty years
My life was akin to a soap opera,
Days of our lives,
Coronation street,
All rolled in to one,
There were many more stories
Nutty adventures, pick axe handle to the face,
But that is for another time, goodnight & live well.
 Sep 2014
Poetic T
I used to hold a rose of
Red
And soft to touch,
But you held my fingers
To the thorns,
That some times grow in love
Feelings
Love
Respect
Slowly dripped out
Falling from my
Heart
Yet still not noticing
The beauty within this
Rose.
Of,
Love
Died, withered petals
Feel from my heart
What was red,
Was no more.
All that fell from above
Were Black petals
A sign that love had dried up
Why could you not see the beauty
Instead of the **thorns.
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