Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Shallow grave below
I am but here
Last breathe taken
I shown no fear

Reverse my time
Twelve minutes before
Alive with feeling
Night time adore

Strangers are a few
Poisons around
Lines on the mirror
Needles abound

Tripped by the shroom
Melting the phone
One hit on the ball
Felt all alone

Stranded by fault
Eyes rolled behind
Numb by the notion
Chilled and unkind

Face down in the dirt
One minute to go
Life flashed of nothing
I am sorry, I am cold
Life is full of poisons, don't take the wrong ones
 Jan 2015 rose14195
Gaby Comprés
don't keep quiet.
go, and tell your story.
sing it from the rooftops
and shout it from the mountaintops.
write it in the sky,
tattoo it on your skin
and braid it in your hair;
tell your story.
don't let it go unheard,
because there is wonder
in your story,
there is grace in your
redemption,
because your words
are stepping stones
to freedom.
tell your story.
 Jan 2015 rose14195
betterdays
cats entwined,
in skin-fur pile
on the cool tile floor.

thock, thock...thock.
15 love
from tennis on tv

cold beer...and  
cheese n' onion chips

hot muggy air...
sweat, settling on skin

as the storm rumbles
in the distance.

10.11pm Tuesday Jan. 2015

heatwave....continues
 Jan 2015 rose14195
Kimberly Rose
WHY THE **** WOULD YOU PROMISE TO BE MY ROCK IF YOU WERE SO UNSURE OF WHAT YOU WANTED. WHY THE **** WOULD YOU GIVE A BROKEN GIRL YOUR WORD IF YOU’RE ALREADY BROKEN YOURSELF. MAYBE BECAUSE YOU'VE ALWAYS HAD THE LUXURY OF HAVING SOMEONE PICK UP THE ******* PIECES FOR YOU. BUT THE BAND AIDS ARE LOSING THEIR STICK AND I’M RUNNING OUT OF PATIENCE SO IF WE’RE JUST AN AVALANCHE THEN TAKE ME WITH YOU AND MAYBE AT THE BOTTOM OF THIS MOUNTAIN YOU’LL MAKE UP YOUR MIND AND WE CAN PUT BACK THE PIECES TOGETHER.
 Jan 2015 rose14195
Riot
crawl
 Jan 2015 rose14195
Riot
fingers crawling
whispers stalling
eyes balling
you're not falling

the fowl smell of broken halls
i wanna see you crawl
I'm really sad.
I don't know why.
Let's go **** happy people!

(no offense happy people... sorry...)
I just want to go somewhere where you can't think. you know? Where moods and emotions don't exist. and also where there is tea.
 Jan 2015 rose14195
Riot
my father
 Jan 2015 rose14195
Riot
my father
slave owner
broke my family
wrapped around his thumb
mother stung by his mastery
sisters and brothers in cages
and then there's me
the ******* fire
fired by who i'm supposed to be
not doing my job by not letting him hit me

my father one day decided to teach me
and i knew that would be the day he kills me
and he did
for a songwriter
to force me to write a song
is like putting a gun to my head and saying dance
and thats when you've crossed the line into hell

**you do not teach a poet how to write
thats just it
 Jan 2015 rose14195
Riot
i can't describe a smile on a summery day
i guess thats why sadness is most of poetry
 Jan 2015 rose14195
Riot
my facebook
 Jan 2015 rose14195
Riot
this is my facebook
real facebook
instead of connecting with fake friends for numbers
i'm connecting with friends i never knew i had
people here pick me up when i'm sad
a community that breaks hoplessness and fads
a place where beauty doesn't mean perfect
my facebook is right here with everybody
theres no santas list
everybody has been naughty
and i don't put my life on display
i display my feelings
because no matter what
i know you won't judge
so i'll be the first to say

*i love you facebook
 Jan 2015 rose14195
Taylor
Marly. Just Melz. Kiyuki Ishida. Unwanted. Sye. Ally. Just a few of the people that have helped me, both in the beginning and recently. Who helped me when I had no place to turn to and no hope. Who gave me numbers to call for help and support lines when I needed them. People I am forever grateful to.
Sorry if I missed anyone. Everyone on this site is awesome though.
Next page