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 Apr 2017 muteD
Yasmine
writing
 Apr 2017 muteD
Yasmine
through words,
I heal my wounds
by completely exposing them
 Mar 2017 muteD
Nevermind
Sometimes
 Mar 2017 muteD
Nevermind
I'm tired of being taken advantage of
I'm tired of ******* thinking they're in love
I wish everyone would just shut the **** up
Just for a moment so I can hear my thoughts
I'm tired of acting like I care
Life's a ***** and it's never fair
Everyone wants a shoulder to cry
But no ones there for me, so why should I?
Lately I'm just so out of line
Didn't know kicking back was a ******* crime
It's just like poker or a glass of wine
So much *******, I stay red eyed
**** the fakes
Tall grass and snakes
I try to shake the resentment and hate
I stay red eyed
It's all I can take
Or else I'll loose it, then it's too late
Some call it bi-polar
I prefer manic-depression
It fits us better with adequate expression
We live our life in swooping loops
We strive at our peak then it droops
And the doleful drudge is destitute
Until all progress stops and stoops
To a halt, face down in mud and roots

And then we rise
Called back to life by a guiding light held deep inside
Sorely self-aware, we work until we burst
Droll desperation, at our best when at our worst
"Wow you got your **** together you lost and soulless ruffian."
Then we hit our peak and it all starts back up again
 Jan 2017 muteD
mike dm
Inhale all of those felt bones. Observe. Skeletons will dance in the dark for you..

Hang them up. Tilt your head. Curl your hair. Bite your lip. Wonder at them, feel them

as a thing
too.

Wonder at
how they
diminish us
with such
gentle clinks
of their being.
I am an African
My skin is black
My hair is black
I am black
I take pride in my blackness
For my colour is not a badge
Of shame, but an identity,
Yes black is my identify
Africa is my identity
I am the son  of the black soil,
A soil rich in history
And blessed with diverse cultures
Each unique in their own way,
I am an African
Africa a nation of the oppressed
But slowly rising to conquer
And claim what is theirs
From the oppressors,
Yes the sleeping sons of Jacob
Are rising,  slowly realising
Their potential as nation ,
Yes my fellow Africans are rising
The black nation is on its knees
I'm a proud african,
Africa my roots
Africa my identity
Africa my ancestral land
Africa my home
Africa is who i am
I am African

Copyrights.

Taetso jojo
 Jan 2017 muteD
Ami Shae
MIA
 Jan 2017 muteD
Ami Shae
MIA
Missing in Action--
that would be me--
I hide out in my dark room
sometimes afraid
to leave the gloom
but when I finally
find my way back here
I always find writes
that seem so perfect and dear
and I wonder why
it takes me so long
to come back here to read
when so oftentimes
that I do--
it sparks the hidden need
I feel for connection
for all you amazing poets here
thank you, dear poets
for helping me to clear
a path to a new and improved me
I hope I'll be here more often
and that you all
will be happy, safe, healthy and free...
I hesitate to confess that sometimes I am afraid to write. What if the huge pain and fear that lives inside me comes pouring out? But when I read the writes here, I see such beauty and talent and just wanted to let you all know I truly appreciate each of you.
 Jan 2017 muteD
Jack Jenkins
Just another suicidal night
Everything comes crashing in
Loss
      Pain
            Alone
Repeat
Over and over and over in my head
While my prayers bounce off the ceiling
While my tears fall mute on deafness

So I suffocate slowly suffering
Razors across my eyes
Filled with blood
Voices killing
All alone
nobody
nothing
 Jan 2017 muteD
Ignatius Hosiana
Is when you find the love
you'd love to find
 Jan 2017 muteD
Ignatius Hosiana
YoU
 Jan 2017 muteD
Ignatius Hosiana
YoU
Are the only true love you'll ever know,
don't break your heart hating yourself.
instead mend every crack by acknowledging
the fact that none is worth your
tears but
YoU
Don't burden your soul with tones of regret
what's gone's gone and pining about it doesn't change it
for every moment lived is etched in stone
where from it can never be erased.
Nourish your soul by let go of your past
and focusing on the future for only
tomorrow can be changed by
YoU
Don't discombobulate your mind by second guessing
the decisions you made, if it didn't work out try again
or move to something new. Thinking about what
could have been had you taken a different path
is a cancer that will infest on your mind
and from better destinations keep you blind.
Your losses can not be changed but the opportunities
on your plate can be consumed to success by
YoU
empty your heart, free your soul, clear your mind
close that account and forget the imbalances..
YoU
are the obstacle in your path
and by letting go the
KeY
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