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 May 2015 Sophie
Bails B
You
 May 2015 Sophie
Bails B
You
I find myself looking for you...
It's such a bad habit.
My body misses your touch,
my mind hating this feeling.
Why did you have to leave?
 May 2015 Sophie
Laura Withers
Looks can ****
so they say,
but words can't hurt at all.

But whoever came up with the idiotic saying,
"Sticks and stones can break my bones,
but words can


Never

hurt me."


Has obviously never had a dictionary thrown at them.

Because words do hurt,
they think we can ignore it,
but the breaking point,
when is that?

They say it'll stop eventually,
but what if eventually isn't soon enough,
before...

The Breaking point.

The breaking point,
no one knows where it is,
but it kills,
everyone dies in the end.

But others aren't that lucky,
when they aren't looking,
tragedy happens,
and it sneaks up on them,
it forms,
from their own thoughts,
a knife,
it will ****.

they are called words.

Words make the breaking point,

the breaking point,
where no one knows where it is.

But,

It kills

Words are the deadliest of weapons,
they cause death, destruction,
and everything.

Wars form from...
words.

They are the destroyer of the human race.

So next time someone tells you to toughen up,
or that stupid saying,
or that it will eventually go away,
don't believe them,
it won't,
you have to be strong and break the words.

Like a wall,
they block you,
destroy them,
be a wrecking ball,
because they will come down,

and you will be,

victorious

You will win against...

*The Breaking Point.
stop bullying please. They don't know, it hurts.
 May 2015 Sophie
Lynn Legend
TRUTH
 May 2015 Sophie
Lynn Legend
Waking up to sirens
Just another day in the hood
   But we living

Kid gets shot
But he's not living
Cop goes free
And they still killing

People we gotta love each other
Black lives should matter
even when we killing each other

People we gotta love each other
if all lives matter why we killing each other

I done lost
so many friends
So many brothers
Growing up in the hood
You get shot over your color
Who's gonna hold the weeping mother
Who's gonna raise there children
they ain't ask To be here
And they wonder why when we see police we show fear  

It's a 2 way street
We protest for the trevons
But who gonna protest when
Tyreek **** tyreek

People we gotta love each other
Black lives should matter
Even when we killing each other

People we gotta love each other
if all lives matter why we killing each other

Peace
just my thoughts a piece of a song I wrote hope you enjoy
 May 2015 Sophie
Kevin Seiler
Burn* my words on paper.
Turn my thoughts to ash.
 May 2015 Sophie
Matt
Reminiscing
 May 2015 Sophie
Matt
In senior seminar
I did so well
I defended my thesis

Gave my oral defense
A- on my final paper

This woman she said she didn't mean to ask me
Such a difficult question

I said it was fine
I answered it well
Kind of her to come up to me after my presentation
I had never really spoken to a woman before

I remember her
She was in my Bio Lab

She winked at me one time
I was speaking about the usefulness of Biology
I spoke about the career of a park ranger

I was with all the nursing and bio majors
In that class
I did well in that lab
A- I believe

She was pretty

But alas
Women
To women I don't seem to exist

I miss their company

I am alone
Like Immanuel Kant On his daily walk
An intellectual with a nice hard ****

Perhaps one day a woman will like me?

It's another time
It's another place
Perhaps longing in vain
To meet a loving and kind female face
If I could only write one more  
poem Knowing I'd die
The second it was complete
What would I write

To represent my life,
And be relative to my peers
But also to anyone reading
After thousands of years

Would I try too hard to be poetic
While trying to say goodbye
Or would my poem be full of Regret
as I'm faced with wasted time

Would I be Erratic and confused
Or will it all be in perspective
Would the ink run from the tears
I release as they leak ejected

Would I leave a letter to my son
His mother or my parents
Would I do a good enough job
Making my heart look transparent

So u could see the capacity of Love
that it held
And how I leave behind no hatred
Even my enemies I wish well

But if I only had one poem to say
What I had to then I think
My hand would move instinctively
So fast it would be done once I blink

Cause my emotion under pressure Of knowing
these were my last words
I know my skill would help spill
the poetics that fill the depth of my blurb

As my stomach starts to stir
And I sweat as I'm sure
I will be gone after that poem so on
I go strong with rattled nerves

I'd let all those that I loved Know
that I never ever stopped
I'd let it be known that all the wrong done
To me is forgiven even if I'm not

I'd express my guilts, my desires
The shame of not doing better
We as humans are suppose to leave Earth
no worse than when severed

From the womb and I live forever
Through the words of my last poem
And they r priceless the only thing im allowed
to take wit me that I own

Lastly I'd encourage those left Behind
who still have time
Not to waste another second
cuz The strongest weapon designed

in existence is free will so
have The will to still stay free
Not held back by the unimportant Things
and go do what u will see

Was not as crazy as it sounded
Because No dream ever is
But what's crazy is not seizing
The day now given and miss

The opportunity so live life
like kids carefree and if you dare
than live life like kids who don't question if they
can dance... they just dance and if u stare

who cares it dont bug them at all
cuz Self consciousness is developed
Once we're poisoned by the same Outlets
than plan to give us insecurity to sell us  

Vanity and pills, cheap thrills,like it helps us
so I hope You will try to stay above it
Don't hate what makes u great or different
u should embrace it& ****** love it

And as the pit of my stomach
Starts to turn I now know
That I've said Everything I needed to before
I'm dead so now i go

so remember to love wildly and recklessly
and After a broken heart do it again!
Cuz itll be too late if u wait
til
    u
        can only write one
                                   last poem
                                                   ...the end...
 May 2015 Sophie
HalieAnna
Untitled
 May 2015 Sophie
HalieAnna
I’m broken
Too far gone
No one can save me now
You’ve destroyed me
I’ll never be what I once was

My walls have crumbled down
It’s time to build them up once more
Twice as high
Made of steel

Never again letting someone close
Hurt one too many times
Never to be repaired
Tears longing to fall

I refuse to let my imperfections show
Act strong
Don’t let anyone near
They’ll only hurt you
Disappoint you

Leave you trembling on the floor
Scared to open yourself to anyone
You no longer trust
Everyone is now an enemy
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