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 Dec 2015 atlas
Dameon Smith
Land of the Free
Yet ranks 20th in the world
Land of the Free
Unless you aren't
White, rich, and male
Unless you aren't
Christian or Atheist.
Slam the borders!
Americans insist
Keep them out!
Let no one in!
Land of the Free
We sing
And chant
Land of the Free
Proud are we
Land of the Free
But not.
 Dec 2015 atlas
Dameon Smith
I watch the stars
And the streetlights
And the leaves
I watch the fire
The waves
and the trees.
I watch
And watch
Humanity
But never understanding.
I watch the laughter
And tears
And screams
I watch them speak
And call out greetings.
I think its beautiful
Raw emotion
The way we are all linked.
But the hate
And greed
And ignorance
Drowns out the good.
So I will watch nature
And the stars.
Beauty much easier
To understand.
 Dec 2015 atlas
beforeiamgone
51
 Dec 2015 atlas
beforeiamgone
51
This is me and was me
lying because i want you, not lying because i want you, annoying you because i want you, loving you because i want you, hurting you because i want you, crying because i want you. Can you not let me go.
 Dec 2015 atlas
lina S
Untitled
 Dec 2015 atlas
lina S
I'm trying to put the puzzle pieces together
But the picture keeps turning into depression

So I scramble and reassemble
Put the pieces together
And I don't like the picture

So I scramble and reassemble
Scramble and reassemble
Time is ticking
And all I have is pieces scrambled
All I have doesn't make sense
 Nov 2015 atlas
1923
I wasn't her first.
Or her second. Or third. But I didn't need to be. I said
"I'm no good with words", and she said
"they don't speak to me anyway.
Anyway you were the first
to run your hands down my body, stop at my chest
and ask me if it hurts". When she said yes,
I told her yes too.
To this day she says "that was the moment
I fell in love with you"
 Nov 2015 atlas
Magdalyn
cliche post
 Nov 2015 atlas
Magdalyn
I tried to scrub your name
out of my head,
but all I got was skin and soap
under my nails.
 Oct 2015 atlas
N
I don't know how to tell you that I have found the love of my life in the corner of my hospital bedroom. He stands patiently. Watches me eager. Feeding me his hand-me-down depression. He could make me feel at home in a roofless shelter, make this rain feel like soft kisses along my skin, he could make razor blades feel like feathers. I have never known the true definition of flirting until seeing the hunger for my soul in his eyes. I don't know how else to tell you that I've found the love of my life. All I can say is that death has been begging me to stay the night, I've been choking on apologies. These days he's the only one who knows how to hold me.
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