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god made stars
for starving poets

when they look up
they forget
how hungry they are

    ~mce
You need to know
Fools live among you,
Fools,
Similar to the destroyed ones
Burned from the skies,
The people I'm speaking of
Dream on,
Living on dreams,
Filthify-ing  flesh,
Railing against law,
Railing against law enforcement,
Throwing off authority,
Ridiculing Highest Powers,
Despising Glory,
Expecting no judgment.

Not even Michael,
Michael the Archangel,
Battling the Devil,
Old Lucifer himself,
Potent in infernal might,
Would so presume.

Even Michael,
Trumpeter of God,
Mightiest of angels,
When disputing with the Devil
Over who would take
The body of Moses,
Was wiser than to curse
His infernal Opponent.

Instead,
He stood behind the Robes
Of the Most High,
And importuned,
"The Lord Himself rebuke you."
Some serious judgment
Lies ahead....
Here's a comforting thought when facing troubles in your life: YOU ARE NOT ALONE.
People all around the world have been through something similar. And if they can get through it, so can you.
Be grateful. It could be worse.
Motivation happy life poetry trouble challenge sadness truth
 Oct 2015 stéphane noir
Aver
i do not make a noise as around you i creep
the shadows merely bend around my body
the floorboards, never do they creak
i carry with me no sense of aplomb
nor any importance
only a bombastic fool would suggest his own value
or declare himself aware
this world allows for no consciousness
the monotony of sights and sounds clouds my mind
i am nothing
i am nobody

it is not nice to meet you
for you see, to you young callow beings
the earth is not welcoming
i exhort every eager eyed child to maintain that smile
it will last only a short while
excuse me, i do not intend to infringe on your hopeful gathering
an interloper to many occasions, i apologize for bringing my truth
i see you are all getting much too old
to discuss these possibilities, it is futile to say the least
much too old, much too fast

no one alone can conquer the beast, hiding within each memory
but this is no matter to you
expressing your indifference is the epitome of your downfall
when your shallow hearts inveigh against your fragile minds
you become willing to sacrifice others in vain attempts to regain control
the authority we relinquished long ago
you surmise that what you do is right
yet you mumble apologies
your words like drivel from parted lips
i only sigh
i apologize for my lie
believe me i am a liar
yet i do mean what i say
i am not nobody
i am reality
this is your wake up call
good morning
good day
this is terrible I'm so sorry
to punish my brother
for no reason
I told him
I could see
his stomach’s
shadow
but because
my visions
never
work
I vomited
what my sister
ate
I should take my heart to counseling.
Except I don’t want it fixing.
I need it to keep doing wrong things.
Hanging onto the best parts of you
even after all this time.
Wearing your hurts like ornaments
on a Christmas  tree.
I don’t want to be smart
and put you in the past
like I should do
I need my brain to slug it out
with my heart like prizefighters
Ok I am a damaged broken person.
If that makes me a little less lovable
so be it.
I will pour my therapy into my poems.
They don’t judge me
and I know they understand
if I heal with scars.
moon rises on the head
hey stop glide
you body so sad
selfie me babe
sun in may hands
a pain of smile
joy saddest sadist of life
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