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My slow paced motion
Make me feel the power of my lotion
Make me hear the rhythms of my strides
Make me think in the poetry pride
And I feel alright
I may be lost
But then I must post
That whoever minds me
Should know I am alright wherever
And sooner trace my foot prints
Because I am bored
In the lone store of boredom.
Kindly search for my soul
in the directionless void
oblivious of self
omniscient serenity
one with nothing

a disembodied hand
with a cold grip
turns my head
"this is the center"

mountains *****
canyons collapse
fauna and flora
erupt from nowhere

tension seeps in
as tranquility cracks
under a new pressure:
to search for center
 Jan 2015 hlakaniphile
Dust Bowl
I want to rewind it all.
I'm watching the snow fall out my window and I can't help but daydream about catching it on my tongue all those years ago.
Back when I'd breathe onto windows so I could draw pictures, back when the whole world was my canvas.
It seems the whole world's already been colored in though, like there's no more room left for us dreamers.
I read a poem in junior high asking where dreams go, but now I care more about where the dreamers went.
I want to rewind it all.
Back to when I thought the sky was another world's ocean,
Back before I had ever heard the word stratosphere or had failed a biology test.
I want life to be recorded on a VCR, little green and red buttons putting my mind at ease.
Then again, I haven't owned a VCR in years...
O mother!
It is I, I your son.
I never did outrun
the death waiting for me.
Destiny, Martyr to be…

O mother!
I thought of you only
when javelins pierced me.
The memory of your eyes.
Had made me smile in disguise.

O mother!
I lay there helplessly.
My friends could not help me.
But your prayer was enough.
It kept helping me stay tough.

O mother!
The blood kept boiling out.
I let out a low shout.
It was your blood after all,
ran off me like waterfall.

O mother!
With final hiccup I
drowned into darkest sky.
Now I’m sure you’re proud of me.
I know I made you happy.

O mother!
Is this not what you want?
Is it not what you crave?
Your martyr is taking your
Guidance with him to his grave.

O mother!
Under everything dark and scary is something beautiful and worth loving.

No matter what you think,
All things are beautiful...

Including YOU.
No matter how dark you think you are or how ugly you feel
You are beautiful inside and out.
All things are beautiful.
I can see the sky
The birds are flying
Clouds are moving by
My heart is flying

The moon will be my witness tonight
In my dream I see myself fly

"Fly, fly high,
though land is at my feet,
I will find the sky
Fly, fly high,
blue cloud awaits,
with rainbow in the sky"

Always thought that I could be on my own
But you make me feel alive and I don’t feel alone
The moon will be my witness tonight
Coz in my dreams you and I will both fly
MH17 and MH370, you will always be with us. no matter where you are now, you will be remembered as those who lost their lives without knowing. I wish the best for Malaysia Airlines!
You know people keep goin on
All about on person or other
How their trolls
When here we are
Being ******* and *******
Why in the hell is this going on
Why can't someone stand up
Well if no one else will
Then here I am
Enough of the *******
It's spreading like wildfire
And becoming deeper
Way beyond Hell's domain
I'm sorry if I was mean to anyone on here since I've been on
This **** is ******* me off
How about it
Who's ready to give up
Because as long as we believe that certain people are trolls
We are all trolls for how we come about it
So, all you gotta do is take the first step
STOP BEING MEAN!!!!!!!!
*that goes for everyone
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