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 Feb 2016 Joyce
GaryFairy
all my life, it's been nothing but the fear
living in a world where any peace is rare
when angels and demons whisper in my ear
not having what it takes, it makes it hard to bear

all my life, I've been walking in the steps
following a path that hasn't led to better yet
i'm taking bets about what might happen next
I wonder to myself, is this as good as it ever gets?
Sorry about the emo stuff. I think I will keep adding to this poem though. Hopefully with more positivity.
 Feb 2016 Joyce
katie
Night
 Feb 2016 Joyce
katie
Sometimes I
  pray for dawn,
    for this city
     to wake up
      & release a
   cacophony of
noise, for
engines to start
   & kettles to boil,
    for workers to
     drill huge holes
    in dirt roads,
anything but this 
   silent abyss
     that makes me
   want to flee
 mid sleep,
steal a car;
 ignite a spark
    in a never
        ending dark
 Feb 2016 Joyce
Julie Langlais
Time to think
Of what is happening
Ambushed in my own head
The worst kind
Of planned pain

I'm deflated to the floor
Fixated down
Each whip
Hammering at my back
Tasting the wood
I start to count
Adding up the licks
Like electric shocks
Forming patterns in my head
Finding logic in numbers
When she will tire?
This session's termination
Seeking a hint of hope
In her shortness of breath
Whipping the same mark in consistency
Until my skin is tarnished
An obvious sequenced rule
Once my skin becomes raw
The sting takes a turn
To a sharpening burn
numbing quiets the scald
Pain I bare
Until I hear my
Little brother's screams
Punishing my core

My heart beats out
Through my shoulder blades
Begging for my mother to hear it
Our rhythm once connected
Now detached
Unable to hear it's plea

Captured by this creature
Who lives in solitude
Her rotten soul  
Living in her own reclkless world
Where no one belongs

It's over finally
As she wanders away
Ordering us to remove our mess
A collection of carnage
And sweaty weeps
Dehydrated in my cloth of depression
Erasing the abuse
Where I retreat
To my bed
And expel cries
For my ears alone
Protesting against my weakness
Refusing to show her
How much she hurts me

© Jl 2016
Words from my teen years
 Feb 2016 Joyce
Torin
suffer begin
 Feb 2016 Joyce
Torin
Voice in the sky
Calling my name
Choices I've made
Prices I've paid
Hands from the sky
Rip me open
Suffer begin
Unfriendly end

God forgive me
For the times when I was wrong
God have mercy
For the times when I have sinned

Stars in the sky
Guide my way home
A place to belong
I've been lost for far too long
Stars in my eyes
Scars on my skin
Suffer begin
Heaven let me in

God forgive me
Hands from the sky rip me open
God have mercy
Suffer begin
 Feb 2016 Joyce
Bianca Reyes
In my thoughts of poetry you are a prose
Never following any structure I impose

In the ink I press on paper you are a smear
Always making perfect chaos due to your fear

 In the book of us that I am binding
Your unraveling I am finding

In my publishing process you are a misprint
Never meant to be but an everlasting imprint
Shared on Hello Poetry on February 23, 2016
Copywrite under Bianca Reyes
All rights reserved
Blah blah blah
Enjoy!
 Feb 2016 Joyce
Timothy Ward
two doves fly across
perfect silent unison
a jetliner screams
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