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Nirvana Mar 2016
walking down the memory lane
I revived my eternal pain
caught you giving her stare
but you pleaded me to have your share

oh dear me
when you'll be free
every time I visit the memory lane
I find you brewing the same pain

I think its me
who made the history
and you're just
reliving my past!

you're not the one to blame
for my heart that's burning in flame
because of the mistake I made in past
till my last breathe I feel it will last.

let it last however long;
it will and let it come along
coz its the only mistake
for which I'll put my all at stake    

though it hurts to see you in pain
dear me, I'll keep visiting my memory lane
coz as you do
so I love her too!
its the only place
where this soul gets solace!
P.S.- is it compulsory to break down in this last sentence.
Yes I still Love You Madly...
Raindrops Mar 2016
Do you not worry that you hurt everyone else*
Is there guilt in your heart dwells?
As if you can sleep on your bed,
Not minding the things you had said

It whispers on your ear,
But you cover and pretend you dont hear.
You just watch the things that happened,
Closing your eyes not to intend.

Those voices will haunt you down,
Like a ghost wandering in town
Scared because you are not brave enough,
To confess your sins so rough.
Brent Kincaid Mar 2016
The spirit watched quietly
No hand could it raise.
The spirit listened closely
As the faithful sing of praise.
After the worshipful leave
And go back to their home
The spirit wants to know
And sets itself to roam.

The spirit watches us
And hears us when we talk.
It carefully remembers when
Our words don’t match our walk.
The spirit never wants us
To leave the weak and poor
To starve in ignominy
And crawl across the floor.

The spirit is always there
When the rich pretend to be
The very essence of kindness
And unfettered generosity.
And when those same people
Lie and cheat and even steal
The spirit knows for certain
Their piety is nothing real.

The spirit uses gentle thoughts
Set in all our inner souls
To remind us of who we are
And of our intended roles.
But some prefer to ignore them,
The inner urging of their spirit,
And though they know better
They don’t seem to want to hear it.
George Krokos Feb 2016
If you think life is daunting and find yourself on the brink of despair
what then of all those people who for them no one does really care?
It's an individual or social human conscience that can make a difference sometime
but isn't there a lasting solution to this problem which barely falls short of a crime?
_________
From "The Quatrains" ongoing writings since the early '90's.
Elle W Feb 2016
Somebody once told me that to love would be the strongest feeling of
All. Yet I discovered a new feeling the other day, I felt
Vacant. Surely most have felt this at some point in their lives. My mind was
Empty. I sat there for a while contemplating what that meant, to be vacant.
Over and over again, but could not yet come to a conclusion.
Ultimately, I was confused. I turned to my mother for answers but
Right at that moment, as I turned, I realised that it isn't just an emotion.
Something physically leaves your body for your mind to become this.
Oddly enough we are frozen almost, even for the shortest amount of time,
Under a spell perhaps? No, not a spell, but a curse. And just
Like that I understood, for us to be entirely conscious, we need someone to
**save our soul.
Almiel Feb 2016
What hides on the verge of the madness
And why does it luring me in
Faster and faster
Head spinning and spinning
I stand at the edge of the darkness
And staring at it with a grin

How close, for how long can I linger
Caressing it gently with finger tips
Forbidden, forbidden
The conscience is screaming
The darkness grows bigger
And inside me creeps
Harmony Dec 2015
It is appropriate to say thanks
To All who have bumped into me
To All that I bumped into
For without you, I would not
Know who I am  

Grateful to all who stopped me
Thanking all who aroused a confusion
Believing we were destined to meet up
For without you, I would not
Know who I am

Conscience is busy configuring
Of thoughts, words and deeds
with or without purpose
For without them, I would not
Know Who I am

Overlapping with those of others
Is my conscience, I realize
Indebted to be of service
This I know
For without others, I would not
Know Who I am

Having known this unavoidable
exchange of influences
It would be futile
To move on without bowing
For without you, I would not
Know Who I am

I take a knee before you
With open arms
Imploring to let us be in peace
In all our dealings
For without you, I would not
Know Who I am
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