Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
 
 Dec 2017 deprivedkat
Rylie Lucas
Middle School
Full of friends and love
Hate and lust
Being thrown under the bus

Doing the right thing
Is harder than it sounds
Harder than it looks, too
Always wanting to be found

Rescued from the abyss
That feeds off of your sadness
That doesn’t know when to stop
That will make you collapse

Needing support
Wherever you can find it
Taking it from others
If it means peace

Life upside-down
Never know how
To turn your life over
That frown upside-down

So when you find peace
Wherever you find it
You never want to leave it
But sometimes you must

Coming back to resurface
After all the sadness
You see the world differently
Then you saw it before.

People can help
But sometimes they don’t
Sometimes they think their helping
But really they’re not

Don’t fall for the lies
The deceptions they place
To try and make you come with them
And do the wrong things

Because in the end, you’ll find
You never wanted to be with them
You just want to be you
And not just some hologram

Embrace who you are
And what you’ve gone through
No matter what it is
Walk up with open arms

Take what you have
And don’t worry about what you don’t
Because in the end, you’ll find
There’s nothing wrong with you

You’ve been through high times
And low ones, too
But no matter what had happened
You found your way through

Through the darkness, you emerged
Opening your eyes
To a new world of color
Without wearing a disguise

Learning who you are
Can change how you act
Change how you feel
Even change how you react

Because now you know
How to see in color
No longer in the darkness
World seeming brighter

Every day can be a good one
If you know how to live it
All you have to do
Is change how you see it
Writing a poem for my Passage Personal Statement. What do y'all think?
Who is worthy of interruption
Might I ask
Or is that another question you have no clue how to even begin to process
To understand
Too lazy to answer
so you murmur
"I don't know man"
Now a decade,
nearly two,
later;
You're reactions haven't changed
And I ask you yet another,
You become all disarranged.
"Cause that's just life"
That's all you ever answer
"And if you believe it's not fair, than go talk to your wife"
As is she's some kind of necromancer
A woman fueled of power
who has the key to numb your pain
Take that pain and devour;
But you and I know you are just a man
with lustful thoughts
and dreams thats rots
and one who never
It's evening
I am waiting for cup of coffee or tea...

In the block of loneliness...
Late dawn to dusk...
Bed tea dreams...


Woke up
Late monotonously
Without love

Few ice cubes...
Wine ...and dreaming love...
Wine replaced tea....

Drinks and drinks....
Thinking if she would be here...
My habits would have changed, I hope so...

...
..
.
 Dec 2017 deprivedkat
kas
this is how it happens
it's the last day the temperature will be
above thirty-two degrees Fahrenheit
until February
you're not looking at the date
it's just the end of November
the middle of the night in the middle of a road
at the end of November
the hum of this small town hurts your ears
you're stuck in a dream where everything you see
turns into a weapon
this is how it happens
you knocked back sharp, amber liquid
to make this place feel a little more okay
and it only worked halfway
no matter how soft the edges are
you bruise your hips when you
run into them in the dark
you're ******* on your fourth cigarette when
a police officer pulls over and asks
how you're doing today
in the too-bright white of the headlights
the sick taste of Red Stag sticks to
the roof of your mouth
the mouth that you're moving into a smile
the mouth exhaling plumes of smoke at the ground
you're okay
"i'm okay."
you don't tell him what you're really doing
you're really taking all of your
thoughts about stopping your pulse for a walk
you don't tell him you've been
chasing ambulances all night long
please, officer don't leave me alone, you don't say
he tells you to have a good night and drives away
and this is how it happens
the moon smiles at you with every single one
of its tiny, sharp teeth
nobody but your cat finds you in that bathtub
nobody but your cat watches you rise from red water
watches it drip drip drip
from every chasm carved in your left arm
nobody but your cat saw the soft animal of your soul
shiver from the cold that day
it's the first day the temperature
dropped below
thirty-two degrees Fahrenheit inside your chest
based on true events
Stand beside the gulf waters facing the west as our daystar -
displays its twilight address
Bear witness to the first glimmer of sunshine as the maelstrom of -
March thunderstorms are fading , as rainbows begin their parade
Walk hill country terraces as the morning fog lifts ,
tis a woman's brushstroke indeed interpreting Heaven itself* ..
Copyright December 1 , 2017 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
Sto juxta linguam nostram in aquis posita solem occidentem Luciferum -
Oetaeos ostendit crepusculum inscriptio
Testimonium redderet aliquando venit lumen separatum a luce prima in maelstrom -
March evacuatur tonitribus sunt, incipiat sicut irides agnitio vultus eorum
Nebula matutina ambulare montana cenacula et allevat,
ipsa est mulier, haud scio brushstroke caelum quidem interpretandi ..


Stand à côté des eaux du Golfe face à l'ouest comme notre daystar -
affiche son adresse crépusculaire
Témoin de la première lueur du soleil comme le maelström de -
Les orages de mars s'évanouissent, alors que les arcs-en-ciel commencent leur défilé
Promenez-vous sur les terrasses des collines pendant que le brouillard du matin se lève,
C'est le coup de pinceau d'une femme qui interprète le paradis lui-même.


Párate junto a las aguas del golfo que miran hacia el oeste como nuestra estrella del día -
muestra su dirección crepuscular
Sea testigo del primer resplandor del sol como el torbellino de ...
Las tormentas de marzo se desvanecen cuando los arco iris comienzan su desfile
Pasee por las terrazas de las colinas mientras se levanta la niebla de la mañana,
Esta es la pincelada de una mujer que interpreta el paraíso en sí.


Stell dich neben den Golf, der nach Westen schaut, als unser Star des Tages -
Zeigt seine Dämmerungsrichtung an
Erleben Sie das erste Leuchten der Sonne als Wirbelsturm ...
Die Märzstürme verblassen, wenn die Regenbogen ihre Parade beginnen
Schlendern Sie durch die Terrassen der Hügel, während der Morgennebel aufsteigt,
Das ist der Pinselstrich einer Frau, die das Paradies selbst interpretiert.
Verum quaerimus, studiose poetica in hoc situ
Ubi autem poetas
Ubi est artificiose conscripto
Copyright December 1 , 2017 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
 Dec 2017 deprivedkat
Lior Gavra
Secrets create,
Enemies and friends.
Can start new trends.
Reveal new tech.
Endanger peace.
Turn blue to red.
Secret whispers.

Secrets welcome.
Extra income.
Conditional love.
Regretful outcomes.
Emotional sin.
The hidden grin.
Secret whispers.

Secret sounds.
Entrapped inside.
Craves to be found.
Results in lies.
Eats till it dies,
Till realized.
Secret whispers, do not hide.
I keep a stained glass heart
It's fell to the floor many , many
times , breaking into minuscule fragments -
and shards
I've spent countless days and nights gluing -
the pieces back together
Each little part becoming more and more brittle
Every sliver a lost love , turned into a riddle* ...
Copyright November 30 , 2017 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved
Next page