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  Nov 2015 penn
Joe Cole
Syria oh Syria why do you bleed?
Brother fights brother without thought or need
Ruled by a tyrant for so many years
And now the spilt blood is washed away by tears

Democracy by debate you tried and you failed
Now the wives and mothers they cry and they wail
Democracy now sought at the point of a gun
Your country in turmoil, lives being undone

I sympathise and weep at your terrible plight
Your people are dying, no end in sight
Can man ever undo the chaos he's wrought?
Going to war without reason or thought

Syria oh Syria your bloods being drained
By those who would seek political gain
When the killing is done will you be better off?
Is what you might gain worth all the loss?

Your economy gone so how will you live?
The worlds in recession, no money to give
Families destroyed and homes are no more
All destroyed by a political war
penn Nov 2015
Time itself is fast
Nothing is meant to last
It wouldn't leave us an outcast
But it is life we should trust
We started with a simple "Hi"
Then you became my friend.
Now it is "Goodbye".
We have reached the end.
Thank you for inspiring me in so many ways.
I wish I could never forget your face.
Inside my heart you'll stay.
Your memory remains, come what May.
I thought were just playing a game
Nothing to lose, nothing to gain.
But I treated it as lame.
Since this is not a battle for fame.
My dearest friend, I love you.
It is good to be true.
Yes, it started with a simple "Hi".
But I guess this is "Goodbye".
  Nov 2015 penn
Scarlet Niamh
Am I drowning? The void of my soul fills
with water as I dive deeper in order
to escape this calm catastrophe
called "living".

Where do I go next? The city lights I
see through the murky haze, hallucinating
in my final breaths. Seeing the stars of
Atlantis, the long lost beauty.
Seeing the scars of myself, the long lost
calamity.

Was I ever beautiful, or did I
become so skilled in the art of pretending,
my art of hiding, that even the best
critics couldn't find me behind these canvas
walls?

Mermaids bearing blades pierce my canvas heart,
its surface painted by countless sorrows.
Blood swirling around me, closing my eyes
as I die in a painting - the girl who
sank her own city.
~~ The stars of Atlantis shine brightly within. ~~
penn Nov 2015
People in painted faces
Living in quiet repression
Sharing a silent depression.
Unspeakable.
Insufferable.

Chained to their false personas by fear.
Playing pretend, always losing the game
Reality interveness
And as just as soon as it slips away~
Effervescence.

A dark fantasy in with all the characters are frauds.
The world is a stage.
The audience knows all the secrets,
The actors think they hide so well.
penn Oct 2015
I hate the feeling when you really don't have any emotion.
You feel so empty.
You're not happy.
You're not sad.
You're NOTHING.
When your mind is spinning, but you can't feel anything.
penn Oct 2015
Solitude is my friend
Doctor says  I can't be alone
It is not that I am not able to
It's more like I should not be allowed to
Because in Solitude I found a friend.

She's always there when no one's around
Solitude is nice to me
I tell her things I don't tell to anyone,
I do things with her,
That no one could imagine.

When I reach out to her
Even if I don't seek for her
She's there
She's my bestest friend and my baddest fear.

She tells me things,
She tells me things to keep me with her,
She says my friends are my enemies,
She says my relatives wouldn't understand me like she does..

She says...

And I listen
And I understand
And I have no option

I believe her
Because she's there with me, my Solitude.

My loneliness,
And here I am again
Caught up in her vortex,
Writing her a love poem..

But not all endings are happy
My doctor keeps reminding me.
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