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kailee Nov 2018
2018
kids vaping
**** victims increasing
I.Q.'s lowering
kidnapping increasing
doing stupid **** is a trend
Panda Boy Nov 2018
A new month, a bunch of weeks.
Increasing numbers of pointless, sad streaks.

As demons creep back into disguise,
The frequency of old, dusty board games slowly rise.

Fortunately, no fear nor fright came last night,
So now we await the near spark of light
To ignite such a bright and fiery sight.
I wish you all well these coming winter nights.
Meghan Young Nov 2018
Blink once
Your alive
Blink twice
Your gone

I blinked
And one second you were breathing
I blinked again
Then you were dead.

Every time I blink
I lose time seeing.
Every time I blink
I miss something.
Every time I blink
I see only darkness behind the lids of my eyes.
Everytime I blink.
I lost the chance to say goodbye.

Chose your moments to blink.
You might miss out on something special or miss saying your last goodbyes.
Arcassin B Oct 2018
By Arcassin Burnham

Die if your a witness,
You could testify , go ahead , it's a crooked justice system,
Gotham ain't no better,
Even if they could quiet my storm, ain't no perfect
weather,
Wayne's take the feather, tickling us with it,
And you wanna be stable in this *******?
I'll let you do the ***** work for me,
Y'all slaughtered each other for centuries,

Joker your the one to talk to if there's nobody.
Yeah I talk to myself,
Saying that your building a better future for all
when all of y'all don't take care of y'all selves,
Have to better y'all selves,
Turn back the clock for the weaklings,
You say you want a better world? Maybe?
And y'all still look at me and say I'm crazy,
I use to have a life before this lady,
Before I ever met my dear harley,
When the bat knocked me down , chemically,
And when it made me crazy eternally,
I'll never stop killing but you know the bat can't **** me,
Taking a life is inner peace for me,
Learning experiences all up under me,
25 lives in a distant memory,
Crime Prince Of Crime Signing Out,
Am I Really...
©abpoetry2018

https://arcassin.blogspot.com/2018/10/joker-ep.html
Meghan Young Oct 2018
Cycling again
The same old spell I've been under for years
I start  to become more positive
Starts seeing the light of happiness
Yet it comes crashing down again
Over and over
I'm stuck in a vicious cycle of spiraling out of control.
I abuse and abuse
Drugs, alcohol,  and eating
I start not to take care of myself again.
Then it slows down
I pick myself up just to fall within minutes, days and sometimes months.
This  cycle lasts longer each time.
My habits become more  vicious
To the point where I don't know where I am
Don't care if I die
I just want to get higher and higher for this never-ending pain to go away.

Simply why can't I stop this madness.
I don't have dreams or goals anymore
I wish for one thing every birthday or every shooting star I've ever seen.
Just to wanting to be happy.

Just one time,
I would love to know what is life like without :
overthinking
being depressed
Not being angry.
Just a girl wanting to be normal.
Don Bouchard Dec 2018
A woman dressed in black,
Shadow-hidden,
Deep woods at her back....

I caught her image
In the yellow headlights
Just for an instant.

My wheels rolled by
While my imagination
Slid to a stop with her.

Why was she there
On a lonely road
In freezing rain and cold?

A mile up the road I slowed,
Turned around to answer
Nagging questions.

At the point where she had stood
Remained a half burned stump
Five feet tall, a broken scar face-high.

I smiled at my imagination...
Nearly stumbled on a shoe:
Black, high heel sunk to the hilt.
J B Moore Oct 2018
I almost wrote you a poem
Except for the unfortunate fact
I’m hesitant about how I feel,
And all the information that I lack.

I don’t know what fills your dreams
Or what monsters fuel your fears.
What sweet joys make your smile beam?
What fills your eyes with tears?

Do you cry for the small injustices?
Do you smile for a beautiful song?
Do you paint broad strokes with small brushes?
And speak without fear of being wrong?

I almost wrote you a poem
Except I just don’t understand,
I barely even know you,
This is not what I had planned.

I never thought I’d feel this spark
Before I got to know your heart.
Never thought I’d have this crush
Yet your thought can make me blush.

You’re beautiful and surely kind
Talented and most devine,
I know this and not much else
I see you and my heart swells.

Even with all the knowledge
This would still be true:
There is no beauty in this world
That could accurately compare to you.

I almost wrote you a poem
And perhaps I already have.
One day we may look back on this
And have ourselves a laugh.

10/21/18
1:31 am
Brad Farrell Oct 2018
I do not need to talk, I have a phone
Facetime is for screens, not for real people
I'm busy texting so leave me alone
This is how we think, why? It is so dull

Violence and anger - innocence is rare
The only outdoor activity is crime
Forests, moors and rivers but who would care?
When computers and tech is in its prime

Virtual cities known better than real
Slang known better than actual English
A debt of childhood from which we can't heal
This cannot continue, so pray and wish

That perhaps comes a day when laughs return
Joy, running, chasing and exclaimation
Only then will we take heed and will learn
The things that lack in our generation
One of my first attempts at poetry, I take pity in modern society
Aaron LaLux Oct 2018
She’s got scars on her legs,
calls them battle wounds,
I’ve got the music up way to loud,
so loud we can’t hear our thoughts,

city lights provide the background,
as we lose control and make love,
doing anything to feel anything,
because it’s 2018 and it feels like no one gives a fck,

so we fck,
and after it's said and done she says,
“I don’t usually do this.”,
yeah well we often do things we don’t usually do,

no road home and no rules,
no control no lines no tolls,
keep knocking and you can come in,
but no one’s home,

what’s going on up there,
how can you be so terrifyingly beautiful,
why are you armed with such a stare,
I know you’re a weapon but what do you use it for,

armed to the teeth no bark all bite,
I say she’s a unicorn she says she’s a vampire,
and I don’t fall in love but with this one I just might,
because we better express ourselves before we expire,

got burned from her fire,
but it hurt so good,
like those cuts that we inflicted onto each other,
feeling erratic I guess blame it on the mood,

always ready to talk about anything except the truth,
she says she only lied to me once,
and that was about not liking Ethiopian food,
and I pretend to care but honestly don’t know if I give a fck,

what the fck,
I’m drunk,
and I don’t usually drink,
but I often do things I don’t usually do,

and I don’t mean to be rude,
but I’m not sure I love you,
because even if I did,
I’m not sure it’d matter to you so what’s the use,

you want the truth,
the truth is we’re born alone and we die alone,
and in the middle is where I found you,
and for a moment this runaway thought he'd found a home,

and I wanted us to stay forever in that moment,
laying there naked in each other’s arms,
but you were insecure and covered yourself back up,
because you didn’t want me to see your scars,

you’ve got scars on her legs,
calls them battle wounds,
I’ve got the music up way to loud,
so loud we can’t hear our thoughts,

city lights provide the background,
as we lose control and make love,
doing anything to feel anything,
because it’s 2018 and it feels like no one gives a fck...

∆ LaLux ∆

Melbourne, Australia
October 2018
CPM Oct 2018
i wanted
to grow
up
too fast
rush things
too fast
and
now
i
dont
know
where
my life
has went
-(cpm)
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