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 May 2014 EC
Harry J Baxter
so you've graduated high school
you got into that university you wanted
or maybe the one you didn't
still,
you're going somewhere in the fall
then you'll live the easy life for four or so years
gain some weight
lose it
change your fashion sense
discover who you are
all the while
you'll be doing dumb ****
making friends
losing friends
and even learning a few things along the way
then you graduate again
hooray for you
what's next?
a job?
a year of looking?
you could always go back for your masters
you know with the dilution of a BA/BS degree today
you'll probably need it
if you don't want to flip burgers
so now it's been 6 or 7 years
just in higher education
more like a decade
if you pursue that pesky PHD
so you can make the big bucks
then what?
pick up a nice girl somewhere
you'll both grow together
fall in what you think is love
compromise after compromise
for some romantic ideal
which you chase but never catch fully
maybe the poor broad
will churn out a couple of kids for you
a son to carry on your name
a daughter to protect
and they become teenagers
and you're old now
you don't understand them
and they resent you
and all of those dollars
you worked so hard for
disappear
like there's a hole in your back pocket
and then the kids go to college
just like you did
and you and the missus have to fight
to act like you aren't dead in the water
and then one morning
you wake up
your skin hangs off of you
in all the wrong places
it looks like you are wearing a costume
which doesn't fit
and you get winded walking up the stairs
to your study
where you sit and drink the night away
before you crawl back in bed with the shack job
where even the slightest touch
is no longer tantalizing,
but irritating
you wake up and realize
you did everything expected of you
you wake up and realize
you did it all wrong
 May 2014 EC
Sophia Rose
There are two ways a relationship can go
We break up
Or we are married
Both are equally scary
 Apr 2014 EC
lost and found
Untitled
 Apr 2014 EC
lost and found
"Who do you want to be?"
that's all everyone seems to ask me as i get older
but can't it be normal to not want to be anything special?
can't it be normal to want to be
alive? or
happy?
no? they all expect me to say i want to be a
lawyer
nurse
doctor
whatever it may be
but what if i say *"i don't know"

is that a crime?
because you make it seem like it is
but is it a crime to just want to be happy?
is it a crime to want to be able to live my life the way i want to?
i guess it is
i'm a fugitive then
because i don't know who i am
or who i want to be
i want to be happy
and since that is a crime
i'll continue to be a fugitive
i'll continue to be on the run
you can come and search for me, i don't care
i'm doing what i want to do
not your definition of what i should do.* //
 Apr 2014 EC
lost and found
a joke
 Apr 2014 EC
lost and found
i figured i would share a joke with you
my life
it's obviously a joke
because everyone seems to judge so easily
and laugh about everything
so why not share what seems to be
the funniest joke ever known?
it's funny how every ******* thing i go through
is entertainment
is a joke
what if you were the one going through this?
i guess no one would laugh at you though
look at you,
you're beautiful
and i can't compare
but why judge me when you haven't even endured
at least half the pain i have?
are you aware of how ******* difficult it is for me to live?
because all i seem to be able to think about
is dying because my life is a joke
and maybe if i died
the joke would end
because that's all i really want
i want all of you to stop laughing
at all the pain
tribulations
and trials i endure
each and every day..
maybe, if you knew what i went through,
you would be more sympathetic..
but go on, enjoy the joke
because soon, the joke will be over. //
 Apr 2014 EC
Aditi
not a poet
 Apr 2014 EC
Aditi
I'm not weak, i just feel alot.
I'm not probing, i just observe a lot.
*I'm not a poet, i'm just a broken soul.
 Mar 2014 EC
Olga Valerevna
i'd like to tell you something i have never said before
if you are here then listen, i won't say it anymore:

i've grown to see a life through two profoundly different eyes
reality in synch with both beneath the cloudy skies
i've realized the origin of each world that i've seen
and i have put my feet upon the space that's in-between
but i can only stay in here until there's nothing left
until the ground i'm standing on is thoroughly bereft
and whether it is light or dark, my limbs will have to move
with everything inside of me, there's nothing left to prove
from a position of weakness
 Feb 2014 EC
Natalie
disappointment
 Feb 2014 EC
Natalie
isn't it awful when you are hurt and disappointed so often, you start to say,
"I'm used to it"

*n.e.w
 Feb 2014 EC
Emily Dickinson
1026

The Dying need but little, Dear,
A Glass of Water’s all,
A Flower’s unobtrusive Face
To punctuate the Wall,

A Fan, perhaps, a Friend’s Regret
And Certainty that one
No color in the Rainbow
Perceive, when you are gone.
 Feb 2014 EC
VickyEbes
Untitled
 Feb 2014 EC
VickyEbes
You say it all the time
“I love you.”
And I hear it
I know.
But when you come home from a long day
And the world has beaten you down
And you feel like the only thing holding you together
Is the thin layer of flesh that covers your body
When you wake up and you feel that if you leave your bed
Somehow, there are puzzle pieces of you that are stuck inside your sheets
And on the nights when you cannot remember what sleep is
And your mind begins to crumble like sand in an hourglass
And your skull begins to feel empty
Hearing the words “I love you.” should fill the cracks of your aching body
Bind the pieces that seem to fall apart
Solidify the thoughts in your mind.
When you say “I love you”
I can feel it struggle to find its way to the areas of me that need care
But it cannot get past the part of me that has grown hard
I have never understood your love
And in the attempt to learn to, most of me has become callused
Years of numbing the pain to try and learn how you love
Only to become immune to it.
Please understand I am making changes, I am becoming my own person
I am leaving for now
I am leaving for the times that I felt uncomfortable eating
Because you always seems to have a comment about my size
I am leaving for the nights where all I remember is screaming
Pretending that everything was alright, even though I was scared to death
I am leaving for the times I desperately needed a shoulder to cry on
But knew that if I turned to you I would be scolded instead of comforted
I am leaving for the times where your anger would get the best of you
And you would push me in an attempt to win the arguement
I am leaving for all the times I was told to be quiet
When all I ever wanted to do was sing at the top of my lungs
I am leaving for the times when I should have been the one crying
But instead I comforted you because you couldn’t be strong
I am leaving for the times when you told me that what I was feeling wasn’t real
Because I had a good life
I am sorry that I cannot find a way to accept your love
That your words can’t seem to flow through my cracks with the same ease as others
But I am leaving
And maybe someday I will understand how you love me
And your words will make me feel warm instead of nothing at all
I am leaving
For now
But please don’t forget me
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