milena 2h
you believed in me,
said i could do it.
how simple it was;
how easily it left your lips.
those 4 words,
"you can do it,"
are a lie.
i can't do this.
this is actually about a soccer game i was stressing over
Drowning in a muddy mind,
So high in the sky;
That I could feel the clouds.

Spinning around,
Feeling like I could take on the world.
Grinning like a mad dog,
Will I inject another shot of Mr. Cloud Nine.

He takes my hand and spins me around,
We're moving to the beat, doing the tango.

He promise sweet nothings,
Makes me feel a sense of alive,
I feel so empowered with him by my side.

He offers me his cigar,
I take it knowing I'm already too far gone,
Mr. Cloud Nine is my sweetheart,
He promises to never let me go.
Drench in a rain
On the very lonely day
Trust to open eyes
Can't escape a formidable hole
Society filled with energy vampires
Welcome to the horizon of belief
Obsessed over a details
A drop of rain, change its form
Natures’ laws that never change
Supernal glory
Voice of the omnipotent
Walking side by side
With a God’s soul
Transcendental height
Avenue of belief
Real quest for the self
Science or religion?
Life is undefined
Death is, both, science and religion
Death is, the loss of presence
Absolute being
In absence of shades of grey
Stand facing mirror, If see nothing.
It’s the absolute self
Faithfulness towards faith

Piece of advice
Science with religion
Let’s stop here in wonder mute
Genre: Spiritual
Shared from my Anthology, Canvas: Echoes and Reflections, 2018.
Kuvar 6d
Old age taught me a forceful humility
That my spine bows to both men and trees
The wrinkles on my face sunk down my smile
Making it impossible to give a happy face
Hopeless of a grin since my teeth obituary
It is not about the dying body that you imagine
But the good young days I played away in the bin
This Rotten Crispy reward of a wayward youth
© Kuvar
alex 7d
the e m p r e s s ordered
the commencement of building a house
out of hearts
a member of the roundtable
mere a f o o l
damnations
& agreements
blasphemy is law, fingers sew
whatever
ears hear
mouths out
the k n i g h t is at most a j a c k
ripping off bloody organs, blood-pumpers
the snow-clad land is tainted in crimson
hands are dripping scarlet
just a matter of tarots
nailed onto the town hall's board
and j o k e r s are us
this comedy show
logic rusting in the mind's attic
lambs and inanimate s h e p e r d s
for we are blind
for we believe
Salma Elaouni Feb 11
Son of Peleus
Lord of the sword
Fill my wounds with whatever filled yours
And I will chant of the wars you haven't gone on
We'll spill our drinks for the sake of glory
And curse the gods for failing our story
Son of Nymph
Drain my chest of whom it beats to
Skin it open and tear it apart
I am stuck
Stuck in a ship graveyard
Where ghosts speak my name in a lullaby
Send me an anchor
Pull me aboard
We'll sail to whatever land you command
And match our scars to whatever made us stand
Son of Peleus
Soldier of your own
Take me a rebel of another time
I am filled with wrath
And you have already gone that path
Kush Feb 6
Tell me that you didn't love me
So I could go to bed
Sleep with my self. instead
Of your thoughts in my head

Tell me that you didn't care
I would go away deep
Into the woods and seek
The wilderness lost in me.
You are a lier lol
Benji James Feb 6
Sometimes my insecurities
would get a hold of me
Now I'm starting to see the best
within myself and I know
that this curse is a gift
I still have a whole lot of life
left to live
and I know which path I need to take
I might be alone for a long time
I still have a long way to go
And I know in time
I'll find the one for me

Everyone has seen through me
But I am starting to believe
There is a whole lot more to me
And nobody can take away
this feeling that's taken me higher
my heart is still full of desire

I've been given a gift
to cherish and share
It's been a rough start
But I'll get there
and you may think
that you can bring me down
I've already been pushed and tossed
into the ground
so maybe, maybe
you should just take me as I am

Guardian angel where have you been?
I've been sitting and staring
Thinking I'll never win
Now that you're here
You're picking me up
Fixing me up
rebandaging this broken heart
and maybe my luck is changing
maybe I can make it
because I've been waiting
Maybe I can make it

Everyone has seen through me
But I am starting to believe
There is a whole lot more to me
And nobody can take away
this feeling that's taken me higher
my heart is still full of desire

I've been given a gift
to cherish and share
It's been a rough start
But I'll get there
and you may think
that you can bring me down
I've already been pushed and tossed
into the ground
so maybe, maybe
you should just take me as I am

Take me as I am
Let me shine
One last time
Before the light dies out
For the last time
Let my gift
Light up the night
And I'll share this
with you for all time

Everyone has seen through me
But I am starting to believe
There is a whole lot more to me
And nobody can take away
this feeling that's taken me higher
my heart is still full of desire

I've been given a gift
to cherish and share
It's been a rough start
But I'll get there
and you may think
that you can bring me down
I've already been pushed and tossed
into the ground
so maybe, maybe
you should just take me as I am
Lee Jan 30
Hi, I'm a strong believer the media is important.
But I cannot associate myself with the news that it's reportin'.
Domestically, we see one side, not enough is imported.
And if I speak out, there's a fear I get deported,

but I'm living far away from where I was born.
It's too hard at this time to really call that place my home.
Other nations are more accepting and they're half as diverse.
I can't help but think that the roles should be reversed.
Not mine, but some peoples ancestors traveled across the sea
Searching for a new life to rid themselves of heresy.
Now they won't let you board a plane if you've got hairy cheeks,
Or a wrap on your head. They'll give up your seat.

I didn't create the problem. I'm still in my teens.
What went wrong in the past that infected us with greed.
I find it hard to believe that there was just a 'bad seed'.
I'm made by what I feel, what I hear, and what I see.

Now it's my job, and the rest of my generation's,
to sniff out the problems. Find where people were mistaken.
Some issues may be right in front of our nose.
Sometimes we don't realize how deep this stuff goes.
We often don't understand how the darkness grows.
As much as we study, no one really knows.

As a young person, I'm still stuck writing poetry
because no one who matters would listen to my prose.
I was born in America, then I moved to Brazil, now I'm in Germany.
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