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 Apr 2017 juno
Renae
What's worse?
 Apr 2017 juno
Renae
What's worse to you?
Being ignored or being used?
How about when they're interlaced
Still impossible to choose
Either way you see it
No matter what
You lose
 Apr 2017 juno
Àŧùl
If I were a girl,
I would write poems of hope.

If I were a girl,
I would fly high with the wings of eternity.

If I were a girl,
I would enjoy my superior existence.

If I were a girl,
I would respect the future mother in me.

If I were a girl,
I would help the helpless get education.

Even though I am a boy,
I still write poems of hope.

Even though I am a boy,
I still try to fly with my wings.

Even though I am a boy,
I marvel at my uncanny existence.

Even though I am a boy,
I respect the caring future father in me

Even though I am a boy,
I have helped the helpless get education.
My HP Poem #1492
©Atul Kaushal
 Mar 2017 juno
Camille de Vos
I think I lost you,
Your free spirit has gone.
We might still be wandering
but your zeal is fading.

I think you are afraid.
Afraid of those you once knew.
Let me tell you, gypsy friend
It's they who should be afraid of you.

Do not let yourself be swallowed by fear,
Don't hide behind the norm.
The soul who once was so alive
Is still there, deep inside.

So dig deep to find her,
Dig deep to find that light.
Dig deep and hunt for the essence of you
Because your spirit will stand tall and fight.
Once again we will run wild my friend
we will breathe the essence of life.

We will fly,
We will swim.
We will love and we will dream.

Reach deep to find what you have lost
And you will never loose it again.
 Feb 2017 juno
Akira Chinen
His heart was old and wounded and scared
It had been broken and bruised
and burned until there was not even ash left
It had dreamt and lost and cried more tears than stars in the sky and prayed to never fall again
To never feel empty and absent
or miserable and abused
and for the death it felt inside to be its quite and final resting place
It clung desperately to the want of never
And then there was her
And colors pulsed in its blood
And dreams were painted on its walls
And her name burned into its skin
Then his heart beat as if it was just taking in its first breath
And all of its cracks and scars and bruises faded and it couldn't remember shedding a single tear or ever having been broken
And the beauty of love was found again
In the soft curves of her smile and the magic of the colors swirling in her eyes
And nothing else mattered
Nothing but her
 Feb 2017 juno
Renae
Story
 Feb 2017 juno
Renae
Have you ever felt like
Some hearts believe they can see
Right through you
To your core and reasons
They think they know you
though they have no idea
They can't fit the shoes
You've been wearing
If only a glimpse were caught
Available; though it's not
What remains
Is hearsay and guessing



And this is the story
That's believed of me
How they think
I know what happened
Or what's happening
If I did anything
of my own initiative
Why did I too
Feel like a lunatic?
They say I chose my outcome
To fall apart
I am cold as ice
That I don't have a heart

So I freeze
in solitary confinement
I pray for my enemies
Crying tears of silence
Wishing death would come to me
Though it doesn't
I love and move along
Only enduring
That's my story
Don't get it twisted
Now don't you worry
It won't make a difference
I believe in the one
Who's never giving in
He fulfills his promises
& when I pray
He listens

Throughout our lives
We live many stories
Some we're amazing
In all of their glory
Sometimes in despair
We trip and fall
But we get back up
And the story goes on
 Feb 2017 juno
Ignatius Hosiana
All I wanted was to be the lad who
moves the mountains in your life
into the valleys in your Heart.
the lad who wraps the bandage
of joy about your sores of sorrow

I wanted to be an orb of hope that
lights your way through dark times
the road that guides you home
to love you in all ways that
I could, to find you a forever
in every now, to fight your
wars so that you never bruise...
To be your co-driver on this
unpredictable journey of life

To pick up the pieces all
who came before me left
scattered all over the floor
I wanted to be the courteous
palms that hold your hand
and wipe your tears, and though
not so strong, the shoulder
on which to lean

I just wanted
to be yours.
 Feb 2017 juno
Ignatius Hosiana
Roses* are Red
Violets* are Blue
Valentines is Dead
ever since I lost **you.
 Feb 2017 juno
Denise huddleston
I don't understand why I feel so dead inside
Why would I set the key aside

If I hadn't lost that key
You wouldn't be in my head right now I just want to be set free

My body is starting to break down
My mind is going in circles being chased around

My head is stirring up dark deep thoughts
How can I make it stop I'm so out of sorts

Why did I let you beat me and choke me
You wouldn't stop until my body went limp I didn't know at the time I was just a trainee

All the while I thought you loved me
All I wanted was to make a family tree

You loved being in power and in control
I lost everything my body,heart, and soul

You was a con straight out of the hood
I was a fish straight out of school

I wasn't living no more just going through the motion day by day
Waiting mostly for the hits that you gave me when I disobeyed

Being careful of where I was hit
So no one could tell I was being extinguished

you didn't want bruised merchandise
You preyed on my mind as I declined

Following every rule you made
Taking every punishment you served

Was I gonna be sold to traffickers
Or was you afraid to let your money maker go to the panthers

Was this the bigger picture all along
You stole my key and sold it to the devil is that why my head was always bashed against the wall

I was under your spell
Only way out was through hell

People see you hitting and beating me
But they just walk around or keep going never saying word to help me get my master key

Why did you not stop and help me
Maybe I would've went back but what if you was the one who set me free

My life was in danger
I was told my family was too which was a game changer

I did as told and when I was told and what I was told
Somewhere in your f--ked up mind you thought I wasn't obeying you was always in control

That's when you used whatever weapon
You had in tow to beat me into submission I reckon

You thought you was a player
You was my soul taker
Written by: Denise Huddleston
true story except for the key
So if anyone ever sees someone man or woman getting their *** beat if you don't want to approach at least call 911
 Feb 2017 juno
RyanMJenkins
Words. Work.
Getting old. ***** shirt.  
Exhaustion remains after washing away stains from dirt.  
Lower back hurts,
..but this mindstate is not where I'll stay.  
Meaningless pay spending my hours when I just want to create and play.  
Heavy body, cat nap after embers hit the ashtray.  Astral stray.  
The most nutritious are sometimes the first to decay.  
Get up just to lay.  
Easy to see darkness when there's no heart in the frame..  

So I'll adjust how I see, and remember to breathe,
because all of life comes to us with ease.  
Gonna physically release just to come back and share my dream
Yes yes, nothing less.  
Do what you love
is all I can confess.  
Limited time, I see that we're blessed
Hope to make the most of mine,
before in peace we rest

Death sentence. Moral Repentance.
In the age of remembrance blinded by pyrotechnics.  
Embody the calisthenics and honor further than aesthetics.  
Depths beyond measurement kissing anti-venom lips.  
Tethered to the weather within our steady blissful trips.  
The clock can tick all it wants but the hands are losing their grip.  Proving nothing to be more beautiful than this present-tense eclipse
Intuition is our intangible compass
Creating a compassionate instance that can't be diminished
I am hear forever to play with the trinkets and parade those that listen
Love is all encompassing, not just a mission
Thoughts come to fruition
Extending what you envision
The Synapse fires like a piston
What you've done indicates your current position.  
Think now my friend.
 You are the sun shining at the podium speaking at the perceived end.  
You are the sum dictating everything yet to come.  
Thank you for praising the vibration connected to one.  
Take a deep breath, smile, and have fun.  
This strong web we've achieved can never be unspun.
Reflect your true self and know we've only just begun~
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