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River Dec 2016
Climing the ocean stairs
Flipping through neon pages of
"I don't care"
My copious apathy makes me scared
But really, I probably feel this way
Because my mentality is stuck in: "life's not fair" mode
I can't  seem to reset my brain
It likes to fight, sleep and dream away
My dreams are so vivid and so real
It feels better to live out my adventures
In my dreams

I'm Holden Caulfield
I'm a brat
I think everyone's a phony
But I know I'm just a hypocrite,
Because I'm a phony too in a way
I just see all these people
So locked into a system of capitalism,
Locked into vanity and materialism and self centered-ness
I think they're stupid and dumb
They complain about what goes on in the world
But they're a apart of the problem
I am too, but I least I don't have this whole song and dance to try to woo people
Seriously, at this point I'm just going to be my eccentric self
And not care about people's opinions
Because I know I'm not perfect,
But at the end of the day,
I'm not self absorbed, and I'm out there being kind and doing little deeds of kindness
I put kindness first,
But even with me, kindness doesn't always win

I told someone at work that I'm going to
Live off the grid because
I'm tired of society
And he said "but you won't have anyone to talk to"
And I said "I'll talk to the trees and animals"
Like some sort of Snow White
I wish I could tolerate people better,
But I have this strong inclination to
Slap the phoniness out of people,
And it's becoming more difficult to restrain
Day by day
Ignorance truly is bliss
Because being able to see so clearly
That each person is the source of their misery has got me going crazy!
Because even I can't snap my fingers
And be be released of all my negative patterns!
They're like chains, or
A maze I'm stuck in, that I have to keep repeating over and over again.
  Dec 2016 River
Paul Hansford
You took yourself away from the crowd
to the dark sea's edge. Alone and silent
you stood watching the waves.
I could not know how big your thoughts were.
I only remember your eyes
and the night
and the sea.
This short piece took me longer to write than the much longer poem that precedes it.
River Dec 2016
This home,
One hundred years old
I feel the spirits of my ancestors
Wrapping their wooly spirit arms
Snugly around me
When I'm cold and alone
They comfort me

In my dream last night
I was downstairs
The t.v. was on,
The computer was on
One grandparent was stationed at
The computer, the other at the t.v.
And there was snow covering everything
A thick layer of it
And it kept coming
I didn't question it
It was normal
In my dream
It was weird
I felt weird
Something I can't really describe,
Possibly indifferent, intolerant, irritated
But all of those emotions were latent
Everything was covered in snow
Inside.
River Nov 2016
There is a God, you see
Watching over humanity
And he cares individually for
You and me
Even if you feel separated
I can guarantee
That this God I speak of
Is caring and free

God is not bound by conformity
Disharmony or chaos
God is the excellence of the wave
Hitting the shore
Drinking up the raindrop

God is two humans gazing
Into eachothers eyes
God is a child's love lullaby
God is never vain nor
Ignorant
God never hates,
He is pure love,
Could you even imagine that?

What is not from God isn't pure
It's deception that demands a cure
Only God can straighten the crooked path
Only God can redeem you even
When everyone tells you there's no turning back

God is the purest light
That guides you in the darkest of nights
My soul aches no more
For God is a balm that has healed all my sores

I look up to a sky so blue
And even though this world makes me sad and confused
I thank God in heaven
For the vast sky and
The cool breeze
That fills my lungs
And brings me to ease.
River Nov 2016
Had to
shuck the rules
and be un-cool
I had to leave the trodden path
and set out in the grassy field
I had to feel my anger
and scream:
*******!
To a sky so quizzically blue
I had to laugh til the point
when they questioned
if I was on drugs
No, not at all
Just having some childlike fun
I had to get a puppy
and learn responsibility the real way
I had to stop listening to people's stupid criticism
Their endless, meaningless remarks
I had to stop taking it all so seriously
I had to stop overthinking everything
and just feel it, and let it be
just as it is, in the moment
I had to smile anyway
Even if they don't smile back
I had to not let myself get confused about
evil; it's just a separation from God
I had to live fearlessly
and not anticipate the consequences for doing so.
  Nov 2016 River
Ansh Bharara
A true friend is
    who cares for us,
    who believes in us,
    who stands beside us in hard times,
    who makes us go on right path,
    who makes us fell happy.
It is easy to get a friend but it is difficult to get a true friend
River Nov 2016
I met you
Last night
I felt so hollow yesterday
I nearly bit my
customer's face off
With their smile
And cackling laugh
Drowning me,
choking me
I felt like punching,
I considered
taking up boxing

Why do I try to be perfect?
Why do I try to suppress
everything
Push everything down
Be quiet about who I really am?
Because I'm so
*******
scared
There is no other reason
It's this
fear that's my one and
only demon

You're not a lover
You're a friend for shallow times,
for cheap thrills
You brought me back to
my teenage years
I drank half a beer
because I hate being
high
I smoked a cigarette
And you said
You're not acting Christian tonight
But who am I?
And who was I?
I never knew

We stole pumpkins
off of porches
Quiet homes tucked away
Warm light emitting
from partly concealed windows
I protested
But you persisted
And I laughed and
howled with an
artificial delight

We smashed the pumpkins
And stuck our hands in
Feeling the gooey innards
We didn't talk much
Maybe we had nothing in common
But it was nice
To have no words
To be terrified
To feel my fear,
and do it anyway.
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