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  Jan 2018 Phoenix
Jeremyeckl
A drawing of a superhero
Done by a fourth grader
Who’s father died in a fire.
He’s standing ten feet tall
With the wind blowing in his hair,
He’s got so many friends
And feels no despair.
All the happy people
They say they love him
And there’s nothing he can do
But just keep going.
But teacher asks a question
And he doesn’t know,
So all the children laugh
At the broken Superhero
Phoenix Jan 2018
I wave but you can’t see me
I speak but you can’t hear me
We touch but you can’t feel me
I’m getting panicked now
Why can’t anyone recognize me?
I scream but you won’t turn to me
You search your memory
for any remnant of our history
but you seem to come up…  empty

I finally realize
I’m missing from your memories
You don’t remember
all the times I’ve wiped your tears
You don’t remember
all the times we’ve laughed together
You don’t remember
all our peaceful years

I know this is just a waste of time
but it’s hard to watch
your future sprinting past our crime
We were always easily divisible
but I didn’t realize
I was so invisible
This is supposed to be a spoken word poem.
  Jan 2018 Phoenix
Devin
You’d be surprised
What can be accomplished
With your eyes sealed to the world

Stumbling in and out of love
With the wrong person,
The right person

Standing still while
The crowd moves about
And you face the opposite direction

Awaiting the joy
Coveted and insured from bloom
As it swims past your bones like a ghost

The miles you drive
Without taking the sights
Or abiding the lines

You can point and shoot
You can win or lose
But it holds no concern

It’s the feeling of knowing you’re lost
But cease to admit
Because it looks like life

There is no sleep to be had
When you shut your eyes to the world
Just an endless reaching for the walls you built

Maintain balance
So no one suspects
And tramples the comfort you found

They only see brown rust in your eyes
If you never show the raw burning red
And the vacancy of motive

Nothing hurts so bad
If you don’t stare directly at it
Or ignore it altogether

But when you finally open them
Don’t be skittish about what you’ve found
It’s only happening one blink at a time

War and drugs
And wars on drugs
And automatic guns

Disease and regret
And misleads and misread
And greed over guilt

Smiles and words
All things absurd
Hunger and cures

Lies and truths
Bigotry and fake news
Decay of education

Tribalism
Bibles
Prisons

Capital
Collateral
Intangibles

But you’ve pulled back the curtains
And you’ve drawn in the light
So you must never again close your eyes
Phoenix Jan 2018
Take my heart
Rip it out
Cut my skin
‘Till I shout

Carve out my soul
Burn it to ashes
Shoot me apart
Leave ****** gashes

I trusted you
And like Little Red
She trusted a wolf
So now she lies dead
Phoenix Jan 2018
Love scares me.
I like the type of things that are concrete,
like the ocean.
Something you could point to
and know what it was.

But you can’t touch love.
You can’t hold onto it
and make sure it never changes.
Phoenix Jan 2018
Have you ever noticed the stutter in my words or the way I can’t control my paranoia? My spiteful eyes and cracked lips still forced into a smile, trying to prove everyone that I’m a fighter. No one ever bothered to hold me close, to tell me it’s okay to not be fine. So I run through my life as if it’s a battlefield, hoping that one day I can live and not just survive.
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