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 Sep 2012 J P
Joshua Vincens
I am asking,
Do you hear me?
I am pleading,
Please Hear me?
I am screaming,
I know you hear me!
You have not heard me and now I am crying,
Hear Me!
My soul is bleeding,
I need for you to hear me!
I am always seeking,
Will you please hear me?
I have found who really listens to me,
I hear me!
I don't need you; you were no where to be found,

Father, I don't need for you,
To hear me anymore.
Father you have failed me;
Now Myself has met I,
And
I HEAR ME!
 Sep 2012 J P
Alexis Martin
I hate you
you are less than dead to me
you are the ground that I spit on
you are the ashtray that I put my cigarette out on
I ******* hate you.

Who the **** do you think you are?
Stealing up everyone that used to be mine.
Like you are some kind of special
You aren't.
You are horrid
and vile
and hideous
both inside and out.

Oh how you make
my skin crawl
my blood boil
my head ache
my hands quiver

I don't wish death upon you
for that would be a luxury
I wish heart ache
eternal heart ache
one that can never be healed
no matter how many kisses
how many *****
how many promises
you will forever be alone.
 Sep 2012 J P
TD Rucker
Failure
I have failed again
I try to move forward and
Failure
NOthing lasts for me
Momentum begins to build
Failure
NOthing wants to stick
my thoughts are muddled and thick
failure
A burning desire to express myself
Something must be said and written
Failure
It won't manifest itself
I can't shape the thought
Here it comes
I see it beginning to form into something substantial.
F A I L U R E
 Sep 2012 J P
Lauren Hall
Sing me a song,
Write me a letter,
Hold me tight,
Make everything better.

Listen to my voice,
Interpret my words,
Push me away,
Float away with the birds.

I need your touch...
Fighting these tears,
Waste away my life,
Subjecting to my fears.

Inducing love in my life,
Not an easy task at hand,
Writing these poems,
Is like water without land.
 Sep 2012 J P
Micah
Refill your coffee cup.
Copy and cut
—the pieces that fit.
It’s hard to break habit.
The message was clear
—it’s what we held dear.
The shadows and fear
—were just an illusion anyway.
It’s the price we pay… the things we say:
the adjectives, the verbs,
—but not the nouns.
We’re not that profound
—not yet.
Light a cigarette.
Take a pull and take a sip.
It’s hard to hit home when
—you’re still alone.
Just another reminder
—of the time spent beside her.
But it’s running out.
And these cliche sayings
won’t refill the hour glass.
As the memories pass…
The sound of her voice
—and the choices we made.
We’ve paid our dues
—and went our separate ways.
Light another cigarette.
Take another pull and
—take another sip.
Put down your broken coffee cup.
Copy and cut.
These pieces no longer fit.
 Sep 2012 J P
Richard Crashaw
Two went to pray? O rather say
One went to brag, th’ other to pray:

One stands up close and treads on high,
Where th’ other dares not send his eye.

One nearer to God’s altar trod,
The other to the altar’s God.
 Sep 2012 J P
Jonathon Coates
I left you there standing in the rain
Pretending I couldn't see your pain
Thinking that I had nothing to lose
Nothing to lose but you
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