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When Is this shambles of a government going to stand
up and explain there
cruel
and disgusting attitude toward the disadvantaged of our
society forcing families Into food banks, but I guess they
are
too cowardly that they run and hide behind there juniors when
questioned, are asked shame on them
they who
made a hash of Brexit
they can't govern they
should be
outed
A ******* government that are cruel no compassion and made hash of Brexit how much longer do we have put with fools
i stutter & stammer
& silently stare
all of my words turn into thin air
my wit befalls me
my prose is long gone
everything seemingly right- now wrong
i do not have the words to speak
so instead i sit and write
because at the sight of you
i’ve become tongue tied
Kasti Mar 14
As life and death while neither truly works

a fear of death and a fear of life fuels my flame

the things I do don’t particularly interest me anymore

I feel like I’m slipping away.

Silenced colors will eventually fade.

If I were to not fear death, would I be able to live?

If I were to not fear life, would I be able to die?

Neither living or dying

mere existing

what existence is this?

to dream of colors that don’t exist

is to say to not dream at all.

But colors that don’t exist envelop us in comfort

and worry falls to all.
Existentialism and love won't leave my mind
Souf Mar 13
I remember your sweet eyes
your large smile
so good to me
so right
and then you pull me close
in the moonlight at midnight
and I close my eyes for a minute

Light
All I see is light
When I awaken its light
And I'm all alone

A note on the corner of the bed we slept in
I slowly inch toward it
I pick it up
Read the first line
and I throw it to the ground.

Can't take this.
I scream "SHIZZ."
Still can't believe it's all gone,
just like that.
Just like that,
my world ended.
My heart flew and crashed in that moment.

I wasn't ready.
I thought she was cooking surprise breakfast.
But she was
                                           just
                                                                            gone.
This makes me so sad. I hope it never happens to me!
Johnny walker Mar 10
Sometimes late at night when I'm all alone I lay
there my Imagination
running wild I think of Helen
That somewhere out there far away she's happy I know It's only my mind working
overtime Its but wishful thinking a comfort though just let my Imagination run
wild I create a picture In my mind of Helen I see her happy In this beautiful place like something out fairy
tale
But everything slowed down a beautiful sunny day I see Helen and she running
she has on this beautiful summer dress she has no shoes on her feet but she running through
a
a field full of beautiful flowers she running through but
she turning back and waving
but Helen's running towards something
but the sun far bright for
me
to see what It Is she running to, but every now and then she stops and she brushes the heather that's growing there
she
brushes tops of the heather with hands
all the time she turning around and smiling oh so happy she looks find myself smiling to I wave but she doesn't see
and
she starts running again but she getting further away till I can't see her any more she's disappeared
gone
My Imagination running away with me whilst laid awake can't sleep I just let my mind go
Sometimes late at night when I'm all alone I lay
there my Imagination
running wild I think of Helen
That somewhere out there far away she's happy I know It's only my mind working
overtime Its but wishful thinking a comfort though just let my Imagination run
wild I create a picture In my mind of Helen I see her happy In this beautiful place like something out fairy
tale
But everything slowed down a beautiful sunny day I see Helen and she running
she has on this beautiful summer dress she has no shoes on feet but she running through
a
a field full of beautiful flowers she running through but
she turning back and waving
but Helen's running towards something
but the sun far bright for
me
to see what It Is she running to, but every now and then she stops and she brushes the heather that's growing there
she
brushes tops of the heather with hands
all the time she turning around and smiling oh so happy she looks find myself smiling to I wave but she doesn't see
and
she starts running again but she getting further away till I can't see her any more she's disappeared
gone
My Imagination running away with me whilst laid awake can't sleep I just let my mind go
Saint Audrey Mar 6
Rip
Stay true to your mind
Inner calm, inner calm
Inner...
...
Buckling under pressure
Stay true to yourself
A few minutes
All these questions
Could've...
Thought...
About...
That...
Before...

Stop­.

...

Inner calm
Breathe

It's cold
It's too ******* cold
Help
Help
It's getting worse
Help.

What's that?
I think it's the door
I focus on that little worming, niggling voice
Burning
In the back of my throat

There's no point.
Help.
HELP
Bad Vibes Aug 2017
How is it that I feel numbness and such pain all at once?

I feel the tears welling in my eyes but they never break through. I feel the pressure, the weight on my chest but tenseness all over my body. I feel angry, hurt, sad, and nothing all at the same time.

I can't focus on anything, I am debilitated. I can't eat, I can't sleep, I can't be.
Johnny walker Feb 27
I'm today sat watching
the World go by as If
I'm not there, as If I am frozen In time while
the rest of the world
keep passing me
by
For them, It's that they
no longer see me for
retired I'm no longer
apart the rat
race
No longer Contribute to
society no longer pay
tax to the government
so I'm no use to them
anymore
Being pensioner used to mean something at one time but now means nothing we're just of the forgotten
Little Importance to economy apart being probably paid to much
a pension
That why this so-called government keep raising the pension age
so we don't live to collect our pensions
Become a pensioner having worked all my life but Instead of being respected treated as no longer Important to the government more like a Itch that they can't scratch
brown sugar Feb 26
Run
                                                             ­                                          we can't fly
Speak
                                                       ­                                 we can't be invisible
Write
                                                 ­                                   we can't stop thinking
Do it.
                                                                ­               we don't live for eternity.
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