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 Jun 2015
J M Baker
Maybe some of you will be lucky enough..
Luck might not be the word,
allow me to rephrase.
Perhaps some of you will not have the opportunity to have felt the way I have.
I have seen pristine beauty.
I have seen uncontrollable lust.
I have seen love,
not just love.
  Mutual love.

Then from the opposite end of the spectrum..
I have seen utter jealousy.
I have seen shear outrage and anger.
and the deepest of all..
Disappointment.

Let us not get too far ahead of ourselves.
You must see the trigger of all of this,
the catalyst if you will.
All the way to the summit
or
Into the trenches we will go.

Regardless,
the coaster your boarding should be fun..
 Jun 2015
wordvango
where inspiration is
might be pain
strong you think
you are
until
falling
all over your life
are tears in storm like
passions, emotionally seeing
realizing
this is real suffering
really, then
justice seems so  far out of reach,
peace a star so far out of reach
songs
as wistful non-meaning
capitalism
protests as futile,
might as am I sure
I meant to do that,
fright as a lonely dark night
spent with my conscious.
 Jun 2015
wordvango
then realized I had
no else to blame
no omen was spelled on me
I did
once seek the who
to beat myself
out of him
there once
I was totally
innocent;
control for
had I turned over
to demons tormenting me.
Fault was the systemic things
or politically
the foe.
I would have
liked
to be stay
naive in this until,
a day came , I
looked in the mirror,
saw halfway through
myself.
 Jun 2015
DaSH the Hopeful
Love goes for his guns,
            *
But Apathy's too **** quick.
 Jun 2015
David
It was inside his poetic mind
Held deep hidden from even him
The rhymes that would tangle her
In a web of lust, spray painted gold
Altering the finish to match loves luster
His words would wrap her in a warm blanket
The same blanket that one day she might smother herself with
Only after choking on his words
Drowning in his bile
The wolf in sheeps clothing
Was always referencing the man who
Would twist words with emotion
Guiding the unsuspecting down a lime lit path of fizzling dreams
The path lined with broken picture frames and crumpled love notes
With only the occasional straw handle to affectionately grasp towards, if only there to hang yourself from.
 Jun 2015
SøułSurvivør
---^♡^---

the water drips
and the pendulum swings
the other shoe drops
and the fat lady sings
the fist of God cracks
the scorpion stings
but nothing's as sad
as a child with

wings


soulsurvivor
(c) 6/4/2015
outliving a child hurts
for a lifetime

---^♡^---
 Jun 2015
DaSH the Hopeful
Frost on your window
     Heartbeat off tempo
     Don't wanna open the door too scared what you're in for
     You've been here before
     But it's never hit so close to home
     You don't know if you need to be held
     Or just be left alone

But come in girl, I swear it's warm inside
If you can't take it baby, we'll both go hide
Tell me what you're thinking, I've been around
In a room full of frowns, you still put it down


     Calls on your phone
     Letters at home
     They used to not talk, now they've missed you so long
     But they just can't make it
     Their time has been taken
     And your stuck here waiting
     Circumstances won't change just

*Let me in girl, I promise, just confide
I can take it, I've got nothing to hide
Tell me what you been thinking, baby I've been around
In a room full of frowns, I'll still hold you down
 Jun 2015
mk
I LOVE YOU MORE THAN THE STARS IN THE SKY
I LOVE YOU MORE THAN THE RAIN IN THE SUMMER
MORE THAN THE SUNLIGHT WHICH TRICKLES THROUGH MY CURTAINS IN MID-WINTER
I LOVE YOU MORE THAN THE FLOWERS WHICH GROW WILD
AND MORE THAN THE YELLOW BUTTERFLY I ONCE CAUGHT BUT THEN LET GO BECAUSE IT WAS TOO BEAUTIFUL TO HOLD CAPTIVE AND I WANTED TO SHARE THAT BEAUTY WITH THE WORLD
I LOVE YOU MORE THAN THE RIVER I ONCE JUMPED IN AND THE CLEAR WATER THAT SPLASHED ON MY FACE AND MADE ME FEEL LIKE I WAS WASHING AWAY THE PAST
I LOVE YOU MORE THAN THE GREEN OF THE GRASS AND THE RED OF THE ROSES AND THE BROWN OF THE OAK THAT GROWS BEHIND MY HOUSE
I LOVE YOU MORE THAN THE SOUND OF THE BIRDS IN THE MORNING AND THE CRICKETS WHICH CHIRP LATE AT NIGHT AND THE LITTLE KITTEN WHO COMES TO VISIT ME EVERY NOW AND THEN IN HOPES OF FINDING A SNACK
I LOVE YOU MORE THAN THE WIND WHICH BLOWS AWAY MY FEARS AND THE RAIN WHICH DROWNS MY TEARS AND THE SUN WHICH WARMS MY HEART AND THE MOON WHICH GIVES ME HOPE AND THE STARS WHICH GUIDE ME HOME
I LOVE YOU MORE THAN ALL THESE THINGS COMBINED AND I MUST SAY THAT COMING FROM ME, THAT IS A VERY VERY VERY BIG STATEMENT BECAUSE MY HEART HAS ALWAYS BELONGED TO THE WILD AND THESE ARE WHAT MAKE UP MY VERY EXISTENCE
THESE ARE WHAT GIVE ME PURPOSE AND PROVE TO ME THAT LIFE IS WORTH LIVING
THESE ARE MY REASON TO WAKE UP IN THE MORNING AND FALL ASLEEP TO AT NIGHT
AND IF YOU’VE MANAGED TO CAPTURE MY SOUL AND FREE MY HEART TO THE POINT WHERE I LOVE YOU MORE THAN NATURE AND ITS MIRACLES THEN I MUST SAY THAT YOU HAVE INDEED CLAIMED EVERY PART OF ME BECAUSE TRULY I NEVER THOUGHT IT WAS POSSIBLE TO LOVE ANYTHING OR ANYONE MORE THAN I DID THE FEELING OF FRESHLY CUT GRASS AGAINST MY BARE FEET BUT YOU’VE PROVEN ME WRONG
*AND I DO, I DO, I SWEAR TO YOU, I DO LOVE YOU MORE THAN ANYTHING, ANYTHING IN THE WORLD
// just a moment of absolute happiness & wonder & delight, in case the all-caps hadn't already given that away //
 Jun 2015
Sally A Bayan
WET
The porch is all wet
Heaven's wrath bellows, falls wet
Pours like mad...i'm wet!

Rain, pain...keep eyes wet
Pen is fueled, drenched...too wet
Ink blots....paper's wet

Moist wind makes head wet
Wounded heart speaks... mind's soaked wet
My muse, dripping wet...




Sally


Copyright May 18, 2015
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayan
***...some lines to cool the mind...the past days have been soooo
      uncomfortably hot....***
 Jun 2015
Tyler Durden
You're like
The city lights at night
A scratch in music
Exposed for too long
The coast line
A dislocated spine
Dream sequence on repeat
For years in the backseat
Slow guitar
And the North Star
 Jun 2015
Eccedentesiast
there was once a time
when i was
willing to do every crime
for you
and then i realized i was a fool
 Jun 2015
Carolin
I'm fragile like a child. With
soft skin and delicate bones.
I feared the dark and those
throwing me with stones. I
feared bullies that existed in
school. Never liked to walk a
mile in my own shoes.
Found a boy who reached
out to me. The way a hand
reaches out to rescue a child
drowning in a pond. Hugged
me with warmth and told me
i'll protect you as if I'm your
mom and from winter's blistering
cold. He wiped away my tears.
And brushed my hair behind my
ears. He patted me on the back
while promising that he'll help
me get my life back on the right
track. He had loyalty that exists
in elephants herds. Because
he made sure that i was
loved and not alone* ~
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