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 Dec 2014 Fake Knees
Poetic T
We write, create, for the art to tell us
What it is to be made in to.
It moulds us,
Then with the final
Brushstroke,
Ink,
Bolt,
It then tells us the secret
Which was hidden
It created us too breath life
Where there was none
But know it is seen where eyes didn't *see..
 Dec 2014 Fake Knees
Poetic T
Glorification,
Hidden behind **vanity,

Fake self wannabe.
Life, confined in sands of time
Busy making plans about life
Slowly, life trickles away
Nothing can hold it back
Let’s live now, or, never
 Dec 2014 Fake Knees
Mohd Arshad
Break up your slumber
And merge with the morning
And burn along with the sun
Till it dies in the evening
Notes (optional)
They shaved my head
and cut me open
took my skull
and my way of coping
My life had changed
in just a moment
I can't decide
but I might wish I hadn't done it.
I can't play
or practice
I have to be careful.
If I'm not cautious
with my head
I could instantly wind up dead.
My headaches aren't gone
and I'm still dizzy
all you really took
was half my aspirations.
I hadn't much warning
just a surprise.
And when I could easily die
every day is a compromise.
More just had to be taken away
because the last 13 surgeries
hadn't changed my day to day.
It's a brand new world I'm living in
where all my dreams are limited
and they're starting to run thin.
so here you have me
and I'm crying mercy.
six months ago I had a Chiari decompression on my skull. I finally have finished recovery. technically. But sill, my life is limited, and it always will be now. I can't get past that I'm 19 and I feel like I can't do anything. I know it will pass and I will get used to this and accept this with gratitude, but that day hasn't come yet /:
I will write a poem but my heart hurts so much right now. It seems life is not very fair at this moment.
I know bad things happen all the time and it’s how we react to it that shows what kind of person we are. But right now I feel like a weak person.
Things that are important to me might not be important to anyone else, I realize that. But right now they are very important to me. I pray tomorrow it will not matter so much.
I know we get lonely and lose loved ones and make bad choices that we are sorry for later. I know we have a God that loves us no matter what.
I just want to feel better and writing always helps me to do just that and I am going to try and write a poem that says how I feel.
The day started like all the rest
It took me by surprise
It’s apparent
It’s obvious
When life tears me down
Fear fills my heart
All I ask
Please hold me in your arms
The nights of endless pain
Suffering that I can no longer stand
Just help me through the fright
Hold my hand through the rain
Teach me how to face the world
Shelter me against the storms
Help me hold my head up high
In the scary night
As I sit on the side of the bed
Waking up with a fright
As the storms of my life
Grabs my being
As I say goodbye
In the blink of the eye
I chase away a tear
As life continues on
Even if it kills me
I might not write
Very well
I might not be the smartest
And I might not go very far in life
This I do know
But as life continues on
Slowly oh slowly we die.....

Debbie Brooks 2014
 Dec 2014 Fake Knees
r
Dogs know
 Dec 2014 Fake Knees
r
We take a shortcut
through the narrow walkways
of the old village

across the cobblestones
and by the white-washed tabby wall

to the waterside where slave ships
once plied their trade

My dog lingers nose down
as if each stone has a story to tell

and ***** an ear to the wall
where the auctions were held

She looks at people differently now.
r ~ 11/29/14
 Dec 2014 Fake Knees
r
i met her at the crow bar -
a mescalero from amarillo
- her name was lily
and she was in from the field

wearing tiger stripe camos
cut short like i like 'em
and she liked to hike them
- all commando

she had a tattered boony hat -
a kevlar vest and a tat
that said - the wild, wild west -

her shoulder holsters
were packed with two .40s

- lordy, lordy -

she said they bolstered her
fire power


we were commando stylin'
...on the blue mesa.

12/5/14  
:)
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