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Zero Nine Nov 2017
Games are for boys -- I was in the wrong.
No other opinion ever matters,
and how I know this, it makes me sick
Middle of your twenties dedicated to
card and computer games, but
never once was your attitude cool as
you thought it was.

Maybe I'm wrong, but I play for fun.
Maybe I'm naive, but I play to feel free.

Games are for boys only --
sometimes for girls who "aren't like other girls"
but then look what happens, Mary,
you get exposed to **** enough,
you'll become an *******.

I want to have fun, but I can barely breathe.
You all want to be competitive until you lose
in a way you never thought you would,
then suddenly the competition's a farce
and you're not okay, because of that list
you made, the one that has acceptable
and unacceptable ways to win and play.

I could be mean if I wanted to, but sometimes
the truth does work.

Sometimes the truth does work.

Honey, if you're hurt that you didn't learn
what you should learn in kindergarten
you are more than welcome to join your
toddler friends in the playpen
Hehe. Apologize? Why? I have more fun without you.
kainat rasheed Sep 2017
things are for particular time
"they break "
attitudes are for ever ,till hell freezes over
"they leave their affects for a life time "
they are unbreakable :D
Seema Sep 2017
I am weighted down with my sorrow
My heart and mind are full of fear
What might happen tomorrow?
Such thoughts always sheds my tear

I am weak both inside, out
My brain won't function properly
My innocent soul screams and shouts
Why my vision is hidden inwardly?

Why am I not seeing the light?
What has degraded my strength to such level?
Why am I not able to fight?
Is it that I've given way to the devil?

I shouldn't think of myself, so low
As I am just a learning human being
I should light up my own show
Till then I'll just smile and sing

There's always light at the end
Be it a tunnel or a deep cave
But if you've fallen into a well, than
It's your strength that will help you and save

Don't worry about tomorrow
No one has seen the upcoming events
Then, why waste time and energy in sorrow
When your knowledge is enough for new invents...


©sim
Seema Aug 2017
I dare not share
So you can stop your stare
I really don't care
For my feelings are rare

I am here with an open mind
For the hidden treasures I can find
But your attitude is so unkind
Stating many others are lined

It seems you are confused
Or you think you've been used
I am not here to be accused
So piff off ****, am not amused...


©sim
Donna Aug 2017
blowing freeda ******
hula hoops into stale air
holding hands in circle
of teen friendship
ignoring lifes stable path
of family love
choosing time and time again
the darker side of life
filled with Jeremy Kyles
problematic souls
and all I can do
is remain silent and hope
one day she shreds
her cocoon and sees
what real love is
Glenn Currier Aug 2017
[Ambiance: the atmosphere of an environment; a surrounding influence]

The smoke drifts over the audience,
the piano, the throaty singer and the sax
permeate the room with a jazzy ambiance.
My nerves vanish in the vibe, and I relax.

I enter the parlor to a flower-scent rush
there’s solemn gloom in the room for the viewing
I hear sniffles and mourners speak in a hush,
the ambiance here shaded with blueing.

The senses soak up the atmosphere.
Smells, sounds, touches, and sights
on the outside penetrate like a spear
take us down or ****** us to the heights.

Every day every inch of the way
is a new journey.  I can choose my stance,
embrace the unexpected and pray
for openness and grace in my internal ambiance.

“Internal Ambiance,” Copyright © 2017 by Glenn Currier
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