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Amitav Radiance Jul 2014
When the whole world doubts you
And your heart says a resounding yes
Take out the Clash Cymbals to crash all doubts
Make your own music to drown the noise
Clashing cymbals make the right music
Clash and Bang, that upbeats the true spirit
Khiana Robinson Jul 2014
I suppose I never dreamed
that I would find
someone that understood
me.

But you.
You were different
You gave me that smile.
that honest, open, cheeky smile.

you looked me in the eye when we first met,
and you saw me.
and that’s when I knew,
that we’d be friends.

I try to avoid your eyes,
Because they make me squirm,
bright and shining, as clear as a pool of glass
and yet as deep as the rolling waves

But I find myself getting pulled in,
I get lost and can’t seem
nor am I willing
to stumble out again

You play many instruments,
too many to list
but you’re especially good at
tugging on my heartstrings

crafting music that
wraps around my head
that makes everything seem clear
and yet opaque, as if a fog

had clouded over my brain
and misted my eyes
letting the tears drip down
like a waterfall on my face

I cry for you.
And yet there is no way
I’d let the springs run dry.
Because I care.

Now, when I take the risk,
and look into the sapphires
that are your eyes,
I see storms approaching

Inevitable
no matter what I do
The thunder rumbles on
The lightening strikes soon after,

it terrifies me,
but all I can do is cling onto land
and pray that
I don’t lose you in the flood

I know you’ve cried an ocean of tears yourself
drowning yourself in your own sorrows
I know you’ve lost your only life-raft
but one day you can build another

Until then I’ll help you swim to shore
and although I’ve half-drowned myself in the process
All I know, is that if I’m going sink,
I’m lifting you until I know you’re safe

Because I may not be your life-raft,
But I’ll rescue you from the storm
I’ll stay with you through this one
and I’ll protect you through all the others

One day the skies will clear
And become a pale blue,
But that’s when I know to look away from your eyes,
and from the blinding sunshine that is you.
Just a little something I wrote while feeling wistful :)
Wolf Irwin Jul 2014
When you find joy pain disappears,
Overcoming obstacles paves the roadway clear,
Good or bad just be thankful you're here,
Life isn't really so serious my dear,
Don't concern yourself with not doing what's right,
Just take away the dark and it all becomes light,
Take the chains off your wings and prepare to take flight,
The sun always rises after the dead of the night,
Eliminate the wrong and let go of the hate,
No matter how low you go it's never to late,
Alot of time is wasted on debate,
You can be a warrior of choice or a victim of fate.
falling Jul 2014
silence;
what we yearn for.
yet what is
silence.
simply there is
no
such thing as
silence.
we have never
heard
felt
lingered
experienced
silence.
how could we know.
the answer of
silence.
what we yearn for.
Blurryface Apr 2014
Words clouded me
What was going on
The Earth fell and
Nothing was left
I was alone on the
Earth. It was dark
And gloomy like
Nothing I'd seen.
The trees were dead
And the rivers full of dried
Blood. The lone cloud
Was dark, the sun shone
But everything was dark.
Noises came from all
Around but I was alone.
The voices louder as I
Walked towards them
And all at once it was quiet
And it was clear.

-H.R.
This poem was more of my flowing thoughts, but when I reread it, it reminds me of the "Old Earth" or whats left of it at least. I was looking for it to be like this but i like it.
nolan foster Apr 2014
a month for a month,
for our bodies to repair
from the cigarettes.
like a perfect blue sky,
our lungs clear
from the smoke scarred them.
like falling rain,
our fingers are cleaned
from the stains of poison.
like a fever breaking, our minds heal
from the deceitful addiction.

Time softens.

A month for a month,
For me to heal
From the the time we were apart.
Like a puzzle,
my heart mends,
putting back the shattered pieces.
Like clouds after a storm,
my mind clears
emptying the lies that filled it.
Like a quiet ocean,
my soul is calmed
from the waves shipwrecked me.

Scars are healed in the hands of time.

— The End —