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 Nov 2013 Muted
Julia
Try me
 Nov 2013 Muted
Julia
I don't know how
the birds always stay singing
& the trees' leaves always
grow back,
greener than before,
while I get smaller inside with
each passing fall.

Everyone says that I am
a perfect fit,
but no one ever wears me.
 Oct 2013 Muted
flynt
far too late
 Oct 2013 Muted
flynt
i've been drowning in the water
trying to find my father
what happen to my powers
this time i'm too late
these lyrics we wrote together
will never be put to our music
for i was too late to realize
too late to understand how much
you've meant to me
the person in my dreams
standing across the street
was you the whole time
when my heart would swell
out of times so rare
it was only you
and i was far too late
 Oct 2013 Muted
Jay
At least 4 people have asked me this question in the last 10 minutes. This is the answer.

As a child, I grew up learning that God is who I should follow. That he will lead you into paradise, and you will rest in his kingdom. At the age I am now, I'm choosing to disagree. I don't believe in a higher power. I don't believe there is someone watching over me, I don't believe someone has already calculated my every step. It's hard for me to grasp the concept of it. I know that it is a scary thought that there won't be a hand to hold throughout my life, but I can hold my own.
But Why Buddhism?
I'm assuming everyone has different goals of life. My main goal is to be happy. That is literally all I ask for. Happiness. Shooting star? I wish for happiness. 11:11? I wish for happiness. It's been that way since I was a little girl. Buddhism uses meditation and the teachings of Buddha to set a path for your life. It teaches to look into yourself to find what you need. Things like compassion and kindness come from inside. In my religion I am not put against an almighty being. I have no one to be compared to but myself and in knowing this, I can know that I can grow into who I am supposed to be. I believe in reincarnation, I have even before I learned what Buddhism was. I always thought you were reincarnated until you lived a perfect life and went to heaven. Now I believe that you are shooting for Nirvana, not some place in the sky. i am not bashing any other religion I used to believe in it. There is more to it than this, but I'm not trying to write a paper about it.

Everyone is entitled to their views and opinions. I only hope that my choices don't make me lose the friends I love and care for, but if they do, I didn't have them as friends in the first place and I understand their choices too.

Stay Peaceful,
Jay
Did you tell her about
The edge of the Universe,
Where the stars don't blink,
And you bathe in a sea of your sins,

The colors spoke to you,
In poetry and lies,
Desaturate your mind,
And step in through the blinds.

Is there anybody on this frequency
Listening to this voiceless prayer?
I want to go from here.

Painless offering of winged snakes,
Take flight down a road,
Where blind men see,
And snakes talk in ancient tongues.
Buses blue and yellow,
Take you to the playground
Where the pilgrims disappeared in holy smoke.
Black holes greet you with open arms,
Into the war-torn fields of red,
So beautiful, so ******, so red.
Staring at your defenseless eyes,
Headless hunters, brainless,
Seek you to join them.
Desert child,
Did the sun blind you?
Did the heat seep in through your skin
And burn you inside?
You've been digging at the wrong end,
The light will blind you,
Misguide you,
The exit is to the west.
Hurry.
There's a storm coming.
Get out !
 Oct 2013 Muted
Steph's Corner
Skinhead
super short
military hair
with a strong jawline
jutting out

I saw you
One random
blindingly hot afternoon
In a jeep

I tried to squeeze in
the small space so the two guys
could scoot over

You’re the guy to my right
Reluctant to pass to the driver
my exact change

You sat upright
Your right arm lifted, hand
closed on the security rail

I could only see your profile
Your jawline and Aviators
Mouth set in a deadpan line

Lean, quietly confident
Dressed casually and carefully
Odd eggplant-colored shirt over
whitewashed jeans

You turned slightly,
your nose strong
chin dignified
skin clean, with slight
blemishes of stress
Pretty eyes
That never landed on me

Your lips slightly curved
as if remembering something

You are beautiful
Arrogant-looking
Bored
Worldly

You’re not from here
Not from common places
Not from this wretched community I belong to

Then my eyes traveled to the back of your head,
An inscription was tattooed
at the back of your skull.
Your hair growing, beginning to cover up
the past?
A dangerous past?
New life?
A mere change of look?

Where are you going?
Where are you from?
Why are you taking this route
to and from common places?

What is your agenda
on this high afternoon?

Are you a rockstar?
Are you a poet
A gangster?

Then finally it’s my stop.
I got up and wished you
were following behind
That we have the same destination
Just so I could look at you
in full view

I stepped into
the sad, bright afternoon

Then I turned around
You’re not there

You sped away
To some place
Some life
With your Aviators
And your principles


And it hurt
That I never even
knew what
your tattoo meant
 Oct 2013 Muted
Brooke
i met a boy
 Oct 2013 Muted
Brooke
in the winter i met a boy
who lied about his love for me,
who hit me
never knowing why
and still, he said:
"i'm only doing this because i love you"
he left bruises on my arm
and scars on my wrists,
he always made fun of my
weight.
he never failed to say: "i love you"
with his mouth full of lies.
it has gotten so bad
to the point where i started
believing that
i deserved all he was doing to me

in summer, i met a boy
who treated me like a princess
he bought me nice things,
wrote me letters
he took the pain
a w a y
my parents approved of him,
my friends did too
he kisses like the devil
while keeping all of my demons
away
my friends told me
keep him. stay.
now i know
i deserved
more
than the boy i met in the winter
-b.m
i wrote this poem about my past trauma expierence, if you're ever in an abusuve relationship and you don't seek help or leave him because you think he loves you, you're not the victim. don't stay because he says the right words just to get what he wants. it gets better, it always gets better. leave. him.
Waking up in a world full of expectation
For eighteen years living in confusion
Her strength was my incurable disease
My weaknesses is the only thing they see.

Their asking for something I'm not, it breaks my soul
It is very hard, the greatest downfall
This pain I really can't take
I follow the decision that I didn't make.

I want to be like her so bad
I want to have the love she had.
She lives her life on her dreams direction
While I live in an oppressive delusion.

In this journey, it's not a good trip
I'm living my life under a **** script
I'm compelling this life to live the life they wanted
They just want their own dreams to be granted.

Wide awake, I'm now living a scripted scene
I will make it the way I wanted it to be
The hatred, insecurities, I WILL RAISE MY SCREAM.
I'm ready to move on, I WILL RECREATE MY DREAM.
 Oct 2013 Muted
Fredward
Untitled
 Oct 2013 Muted
Fredward
Why do looks matter so much
If all that mattered was how I felt
it would be a simple, but
I check and check, looking for a reason to like you less
or to like you more.

I sit in limbo, not allowing myself to want more
but gradually gliding, I know this can't stay the same.
Limbo is limited. It's comfort restricted.
At some point somethings going to give
Either I realise its fine, your fine because I feel it
or it's not, you're not because they say it.

Another story is why we, I mean I care that they care
it remains none the less.
Would it affect us, could it be perfect,
they would accept it, they always do.
Do they even care or is it just me
Is this all just a lie, is it me, is it I.
Am I the one with the problem, is it only my consent that matters
my disapproval of you and of me.
My disapproval of me.
 Oct 2013 Muted
August
I need some love tonight.
But the mason jar up on my shelf,
It's all emptied out.
Crystal clear,
Like my tears.
God, why are you so emo?
So I smashed it up against the wall,
In a fit of rage.
Ha ha ha.
Amara Pendergraft 2013

Not one of my more literary master pieces. Who ******* cares.
 Oct 2013 Muted
JM
Aquaphobia
 Oct 2013 Muted
JM
I have nightmares sometimes
It’s a weird feeling to drown… even when it’s in your sleep
Water is a part of life
We need it to survive
And yet this fear grows with each passing moment
Once my eyes close the water seems to rise out of nothing
Suddenly I’m drowning
I thrash for what seems like eternity
But slowly I feel the energy drain from my body
My lungs screaming for air burn inside me
It’s scary to be drowning,
But its even more terrifying when you have to give up
I slowly move my hand towards the surface
Stretching out to eternity
The sun sparking above
How could something so beautiful be in a nightmare?
Slowly the pain subsides
My body relaxes as everything goes numb
With a sinking feeling I let out the last thread of life I had
The bubbles rise from my dying lips
Slowly they travel up to the very place I wish I could go
My eyes droop, and slowly I sink to the bottom
To nothing
This is my fear
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