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Peter Balkus Jan 2018
It wouldn't be bad
to not remember anything,
starting each day from the scratch,
believing that life has no end,
making a new choice every day
deciding whether to bite the apple or not.
It wouldn't be bad
entering the unknown  tomorrow
with hope and love in heart,
without black boxes of the past
where everything is written down
from A to Z,
from dust to Dust.
nanda Dec 2017
i can hear the fireworks
             far away
i can hear the laughter and music
             of those who don’t want me there
i can hear the frowns and whispers
             of those who judge me

darkness engulfs me
              i am inside a box
for walls
which i wish to leave
and break apart

i am wanting to go
have fun
swipe the worried frowns
of their faceless crowns

but i am not being able
to br e   a    k
this box
a p a r t
how the holidays have got me
TheRiverStyx Dec 2017
Thicker beard.
Consistent and stringent hygiene habits.
Less swearing, more silence.
Politically informed.

More attentive while driving.
Relocated out of that seaside town where people only feuded.
Avoids familiar faces, except for those that have been held close.
At least the beach is still pristine.

Some miles away, a man believes he deserves everything there ever was.
Indefinite lay-offs for current federal employees.
All military members on leave called back to base.

A box is somewhere.
It has food for one day,
Two passports,
And a pistol.
It sits idly by the door.
Kawa Dec 2017
How do we ever feel free,
When we live inside boxes that are inside other boxes, my thoughts are inside of a box, my heart beats inside of a box, my soul exist within, yes inside of this ****** box, I am manipulated by a box in the corner of a room, constantly telling me what to believe is real, I am in "touch" with the world through a box in my hand, my home, my apartmant is a box, and as we were born inside of a box, "the womb", well so shall we be buried inside of a box, “the coffin”.
Alien On Earth Nov 2017
honestly sometimes i get this weird feeling in my soul that lets me know I shouldn’t b on social networks…it is the weirdest feeling and i can’t even explain it… i mean i even get the same feeling when im looking thru my phone..like i don’t belong there. i think my soul is just trying to say. leave the technology alone…your soul doesn’t want that
3 years ago
Guden Oct 2017
In a box-shaped cave
Smelling farts,
Asking the neighbors to keep them down.
Isaac Godfrey Oct 2017
Burgundy chest, leather in texture,
rimmed in 6 Carat gold.
Hidden away,
Day after Day,
incredible value,
but never sold.
Burgundy box, like crocodile hide,
sat on the shelf for years.
Little to no context,
with Unknown Contents,
Hiding away all our fears.

Mysterious object, Haunted Box,
coated in dust and numerous locks.
If you hide it away,
still it will stay,
and don't blame me if you hear knocks.

If your worries were in a chest,
they'd still be there and you'd never rest.
Still they would beckon,
{or so I shall reckon}
and continuously remain a pest.
If you were to hide all your worries within a chest,
and simply leave them there, they would never truly leave you.

Sometimes Hiding isn't a way to resolve fears.
Nadia Oct 2017
There's a box
It has a lock
The lock needs a key
The key is hidden
Only you can find it
Hint
Heart
A choice
A riddle
a cliff
Ends in the start
You fall
You break
Music ignites
Music is evil
If you win
You die
If you lose
You get the key
Where's the game
The game is lost
Find it
You win
Destroy it
You lose
A rose
A bush
Some thorns
A storm
No snow
Maybe Ice
Fire for sure
You guess
You lose
A lion
Sings a lullaby
Calls it the heart
The key is inside
Destroy the key
You win
Keep the key
You lose
To live
Open the box
A bullet
No gun
How can you die
Find out
You win
Ignore it
You lose
Define it
You die
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