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Harry Roberts Nov 2017
If I had pennies
For when Rage was
Misplaced

I'd have pounds,
But they'd burn to
At my fireplace.

When was there fair space
Just to despair
Grace.

I'll fall slowly and mould
Along the way,
I'm so cold I couldn't be
Strong anyway.

I lost pride
I'm dust in the
Place I used to reside.

These are the words
To empty air
I confide.
Harry Roberts Nov 2017
Guess I'm still right,
Always head up
Looking for the light.
Wrong,
Always with the wasters
How you looking for the light.

Always tell another story,
tell when it's true,
Filling me with freight
But I guess that's just you.
Wish I had the might
Just to say that this is through.

How you turned on tables
Houses and your own home,
Now you're spinning fables
Just to find your old home.
Harry Roberts Nov 2017
LGBT
We claim we want acceptance,
But how can you fall under this umbrella
If you hold Hate towards
Your community.

Transphobia, your prejudice
Makes your insecurities transparent.

Biphobia, your intolerance makes
You what you can't tolerate. Hate.

Homophobia, like Biphobia
Love is love
Not preordained
From forces above.

Discrimination could never
Build a nation,
Just change the narrative
To fit the occasion.

Those in Power
DIVIDE AND CONQUER,
You've heard that so why so
Divided.
A small poem expressing how I perceive a division within my "community."
Love to all, Live and Let Live.
Harry Roberts Nov 2017
More or less
I think I'm just lost
Maybe just less
Further from what's best.

Who knows,
****, who can tell me.
You know what,
**** who can tell me!

I've been compared to that
And made to feel mad
Compared to tat
And made to feel sad.

But worse than that,
I've been left like
A dog end.
Only dogs want the end
And care to pretend.

Snubbed out,
Words unknown to me
Are dubbed now.

Only hope I learn
Tired of this burn
Extinguished I release my rage.  
Tired of this cage,
Tear away loss from my page.

But who knows?
Maybe another day-
I'll nurse my pain
Till the tears drain
And I may remain.

Remain. Sane.
Harry Roberts Nov 2017
Tired of the hate
Tired of the love
Tired of the heat
I'm tired of this.

All these reasons
But I breath still.
When others left
I stayed still.

Wish I moved
Or lived a life,
Loved a little
Despite the strife.

Loved solidly,
Like my back
Harbouring a knife,
My love harbouring violence.

He dwelled and it grew
In the silence,
In the dark
It grew to be
More than a mark.

He shrunk to be less that Him,
I pray to Light,
That he won't dim.

But too late, it's gone,
Hate won over
Love had lost,
He became what he was made.
Society abscent of the cost.
Harry Roberts Nov 2017
Have my body but my
Hearts mine baby,
Why'd I give you fuel
Just to burn me.
Play me,
Hell's hot.
You slayed me.

Now I hurt and I want the world.
Payed my dues
Now pay me!
Take me or
Just bury me
And let me sleep.

I paid my keep
And made my luck.
Shat on from heights
Lost but never stuck.

I move with violent motion,
Call me Ocean,
Silent Death
And hopes final
Breath.

Beings first breath,
And leaving when I
Cease breathing.

I'm more than me
I have life,
Less than Struggle with
Struggles strife.
Being burnt and bouncing back.
Harry Roberts Nov 2017
I hear you want to die.
I heard you even tried.
Did you hear the tear on
The ground as it dried.

Did you see the face strained
With pain as hope drained...
Away...

And away you've been,
In my arms stay, never did,
but I pray you've seen.
The way of light spirit won't freight.

Sight can be plagued and blighted,
Look to the light and
See illusions slighted.
See raw reality laid bare,
From the past to what's passed
The present has lain a challenge fair.
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