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GaryFairy Aug 2016
within my own vicinity
i search for simple serenity
tending to my own tendencies
mending without amenities

sick and twisted remedies
a bitter sweet identity
my slit-wristed entities
the enemies of my memories
TW Jun 2016
Am I the parasite?
The leech that latches for days and drains,
The mosquito that ***** and savours the blood,
Do I cling too tight and push you away?
Am I weight that sinks you, deep in the mud?
The weather balloon tether pinned down to the ground,
Superglue poured on the perch of a birdcage,
Am I tear in your plane wing, thirty feet off the runway?
A lead lining to your new kite, recieved on your birthday.

But a bird that doesn't fly can never drop from the sky,
Runway flight failures don't cause a stall and a fall,
A balloon can't be popped by air pressure down here,
And lightning won't strike a kite with no height to it at all.

So maybe I'm the safety net,
A prison tower, but the stablest,
The delicate balance of freedom and danger,
Is something I'm not aquainted with.
Rustle McBride May 2016
I can't seem to make up my mind
whether to go to sleep
or write a line
I take so long to make a move
I tend to grind into a groove.

I make a choice
but, do not act.
I use my voice, but let it crack.
I know what to do, but I do not
and so, I always seem to miss my shot.

Procrastination, Indecision, Laziness and Pride
Together, they conspire
to keep me down
and locked inside.

I have come close so many times.
I tell myself I'll see it through.
But, then in the fury of the moment
I always seem to miss my cue.

But, it isn't timing
or dependence
that keeps me waiting for someday.
Its the knowing I can do it
If I could
just get on my way.
ciannie Nov 2015
Smoke left to curl against the sky
Toes crinkled under shoes
Funnelled out and contemplating
All he had to lose

She had left and flown as whispers leave
The lips of those who hush
An atlas crushed unto her *******
No guilt of burning trust

Bitter had she left him
Like the dregs from PG-Tips
And, burned into his memory,
Her swaying, leaving hips

His anchor was stripped away
He was flotsam in a sea
He shuffled out and left the edge
"Nothing now, for me."
kind of not cheerful...
Anig Muh Jul 2015
I feel you crawling on my skin like a million germs,
quietly trying to **** me out of sight and sound.

Years long gone you say I'm out of your head,
I'm just not in your present our mental hookup's not dead.

I'm wired like a machine, working, and pacing, and blowing off steam.

You say I killed hope, but she's alive and well.
She's what keeps me afloat.

Though I stilI long for your presence, and the way you counted on me,
but look at you, you're like ** Nanny McFee;
You stay while I need you, and when I want you, you leave.

So I'll leave you with this.

Alert self protection,
fend of anythang that may hinder your personal development.

Satisfy your needs undisturbed,
devote yourself, and recharge.

Crisis proof, existential survival,
create your stable solid base for life to thrive.

Important sense of well being is joyful fulfillment of desire.
Take the earthy thoughts I left you and start a fire.

Vigorous effort.

Be inspired, allow yourself to give your all
and resolutely fend off injustice and make it fall.
Hannah Jun 2015
Isn't it sad
How some of us
Need others to
Define who exactly we are?
It's crazy how people transform us,
they change us and rearrange us.
We help, but they do most of the work,
whether it be with a smile, or a hand to hold.

If you look into someones eyes,
and you stare at them just long enough,
something clicks and fireworks fly,
it's a crazy thing, that word love.

No one can deny,
that feeling inside,
the butterflies,
when the stars align,
how good it feels,
just to be alive,
just to hold you tight,
hold you by my side,
and to call you mine.

No feeling is greater,
than that of love.
Copyright Barry Pietrantonio
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