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 Apr 2017 Rapunzoll
AaliyahGisele
He
 Apr 2017 Rapunzoll
AaliyahGisele
He
He is the most hardest to talk to
He loves to eat all of his food
He only has friends that are cool
He loves playing basketball
He hate the idea of Fall
He exercise a lot
Never seen him fought
He is always quiet when he has nothing to say
One time, I thought he was gay
He gets depressed when there is no one to play
He is the reason why I smile all day
He is a tough cookie
Well, at least he's not a rookie
it's hard for him to just let anyone in
He is better off with just one friend
 Apr 2017 Rapunzoll
Raven
Okay New York here we go, today's the day.
That we're speaking in memory of someone who spent their whole life pretending to be someone they never could be
Loved by many but everyone who has ever loved you was a figment of your imagination
What is a person without a spine to hold them up right?
A snake in every sense of the word.
You slithered around your whole life glorifying your misery for a retweet and a spot at an open mic
What better describes the life of a starving artist than to sleep in your car but be found dead in the morning
You said you wished she would meet you at the rocks in Montauk but you were at rock bottom the whole time and no one would meet you there.
And you were down with abandoned ship that washed up against your loneliness
And abandoned things should stay abandoned when they're full of black mold and pathetic
I wrote this poem with my left hand because you felt like you were someone else
And I used my left hand when I finally pulled the plug
Time of death November 28th 1986
 Apr 2017 Rapunzoll
PJ Poesy
Whiffs
 Apr 2017 Rapunzoll
PJ Poesy
Newly oriented to certain fragrance
Spring whiffs may never smell the same
Coming out of nowhere, like elopement
or questionless death; perfume or incense

Redolence of planting garlic cloves
Also inhalation of hyacinth gives dissimilar
but now current to what may be good
or more thought provoked with profundity

Deepness sets in and pushes out
All goes on, but different
What's certain is, baseball season has started
and batters will have whiffs
Sometimes, you're just up against things seemingly out of your control. There will be hits and misses. Clarifying change, leaves some miffed by what has just been whiffed. Still, knowing this, is very much part of the bigger game. Adding a more personal note to this, I guess I am questioning my elopement (yes, I am very happy with that), and my father's death which both happened in the start of last month.
Hope I will break away
From the darkness of the days
Hope that peace will engulf me
And to this world of extremes
I can tell it Im not wanted here
I was never made to be

I can see light at the end of the tunnel
I feel right at home at the end of the tunnel
I can see light at the end of the tunnel
I can feel the peace I've never known
I can see the people that are gone
at the end of the tunnel

God you are the light
The universal love of my life
In you there is no darkness
No hate, no pain, no hell in flames
No need to torture anyone
Made free via the son

I can see light at the end of the tunnel
I feel right at home at the end of the tunnel
I can see light at the end of the tunnel
I can feel the peace I've never known
I can see the people that are gone
at the end of the tunnel

All the trials that we have
Will not mean anything in the end
Life can be so bad
I wont make it seem like a friend
So many struggle and fight
So many hope for a glimpse of light

I can see light at the end of the tunnel
I feel right at home at the end of the tunnel
I can see light at the end of the tunnel
I can feel the peace I've never known
I can see the people that are gone
at the end of the tunnel
Cafe at midnight with a friend,
brewing a fresh freedom of life.
cold coffee, lemonade with ice.
Chilled minds but unspoken words around.
Not knowing why is it so difficult to utter a word
and it only happens to be a sigh!
Empty chairs and a group of people inside.
me, my friend but with not a single word
staring into the phones
only thinking why is it so difficult to start our talks
after a so called time being along!
I find it very difficult to talk with my friends or anybody whoever I know. I never talk or never show who I'm really.
I can hear you whispering in the wind
Calling out to me
Words of love from your lips
Set all my senses free

Softly, sweetly, music to my ears
I hear you louder still
Call my name and beckon me
And all your love I feel

Your voice wakes me in the night
From my peaceful sleep
My heart hears your call
A vigil it does keep

Chills run up and down my spine
All of me smiles
Each time I hear you call my name
All across these miles
Copyright *Neva Flores @2010
Love contradicts Fame

Love says I am satisfied
Fame asks for more.

Love says I have arrived home.
Fame seeks bigger home .

Love believes
Fame doubts .
Fame ~ transient
Love ~ eternal
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