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 Dec 2014 FiesaLy
Ranger
Let us dance
we know all the moves
Moving back and forth
Shadows and light
This path we have forged
We have moved a thousand times
We know how this song began
we know the songs ending
Around and around we spin
The noise and the light
A drug in our system
How we move against one another
One pushing the other falling away
This dance
It is life
And love
And there is no one I rather dance with
Then you
 Dec 2014 FiesaLy
Dustin Matthews
Confusion she has
Her heart is love and concern
She's bothered inside
© All Rights Reserved Dustin Matthews
 Dec 2014 FiesaLy
Tide Islands
The empty space in my bed
constantly reminds me that I’m alone.
The walls around this house
no longer feel quite like a home.
I’m blocking out the memories
of you within my head.
I’m staring at the ceiling instead
of books I should have read.
There’s a hole inside my heart and
self-destruction in my brain.
These voices in my mind are
slowly driving me insane.
I can’t remember when
I smiled the last time.
I’m drowning all my sorrows
in *****, gin, and wine.
I’m calling out for help, but
not a soul can hear my voice.
I’m tired of people telling me
that happiness is a choice.
I’m waiting for something to happen
just so they know how I feel.
I’m so **** isolated that
this loneliness seems unreal.
This piece was meant to show the hideous face of a severe mental disorder. If I have to correct one more person, asking them to remove a comment about this saying this is "tragically beautiful," I'm going to rip my ******* hair out. I wrote this during a very dark time, I worked through it, and I thought it would be a good piece to illustrate the hell I put up with. Stop romanticizing mental disorders!
If you think this is beautiful, you've missed the purpose of this piece,
and personally, I have a problem with you.
Stop.
23.12.13
© J.E. DuPont
 Nov 2014 FiesaLy
Path Humble
on the paper
newly minted,
first time printed

causal pausation
assessment momentation
review, the second inclination,
then scrap-heaped,
in much bad company filed
retained, reserved, preserved,
for another go round,
another someday

you look at your hands,
telling them straight,
not good enough,
is not good enough
anymore

do try, so try,
three lines, four stanzas,
elegies and funerals
don't become you,
go into labor,
write labored
and birth free flowingly
knowing,
that all knowing glowing,
of a poem child,
product of
good enough
Bench Yourself

pensive, a quiet time,
yet, burning sensation
in the limbs,
but not in the one
that matters

the eyes function
the fingers flex,
breathing regular,
the words stuck
in an unapproachable place

you bench yourself,
let the backups play,
head in the game,
not today
 Nov 2014 FiesaLy
Olivia Choi
Tears crumple to the ground
But so do the raindrops

And as you can't tell the difference
In which one is which

One soul gone
In a storm of millions
Would not ever seem amiss
 Nov 2014 FiesaLy
Eudora
Kiss your eyes gently...
They see nothing else
only the best in me

Kiss your ears seductively...
Patiently they listen
to my heart rants

Kiss your lips passionately..
They take my breath away
leaving me craving for more

Kiss your shoulders softly..
They are always there
for me to lean on to pour out my sorrows

Kiss your chest lovingly...
Beneath it, your heart beats for me
every second, every day

Kiss your hands tenderly...
They wipe my tears
when life gets bitter

Kiss every part of you..
They bring me happiness
in so many ways
*love *kissingyou  *always *treatmelikeaprincess   *appreciation * simple * words * heart *true lover
 Nov 2014 FiesaLy
nurul
I hide my dreams in the space between
the cover of a book and the spine of it

I pace underneath beds with a pulse
and I can tell you, my blanket is
clean of dust from the bookshelf

I lie back to try change the anchor
of two on the edges of my lips
into balloons that float

I am not really good at promises:
as I hold up the roofs for you
as I said I would
Earth shifted and I let it fall
and for me to get a grip just so
I won't fall

I slip in between gates of your houses
Seated between beds and bathroom
Spinning around on the couch in front of TVs
Tried to write something nice of myself but a few flaws had interrupted and it's okay.
 Nov 2014 FiesaLy
Tawanda Mulalu
Listen...

at least...

at...

the end of the day...

I learnt this:


I'm the type of person who

can have everything he wants in the world,
everything (yes, you)

But will jump to give it all up
in one second,
one ****** second,

all for the sake of adventure.


Take that as you wish.
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