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Dominic Wright Sep 2018
You kissed me
With your dazzling gleam
When I craved affection.

Provided solace
When I felt like the only soul that's walking on earth.

Last night I felt an explosion of tears burst through my face,
As I remembered my friend who passed.

I felt alone
Like the last cloud to escape from the night sky.

Remember I asked you if you ever had that feeling?

You illuminated my soul
And allowed me to sit on the edge of your crescent.

When I expressed my explosion of tears to you,
I was reminded of your craters.
Demons Sep 2018
I got the phone call.
The one that always haunted my dreams.
I Knew you were falling apart...
at the seems.
You had just started your life,
Living free, only 18.
I broke as your sister spoke,
Telling me how you tied that rope.
Each knot in its proper place,
Took your time, wasn’t a race.
Everyone screamed that it wasn’t fair.
But you went ahead and kicked the chair.
I never knew how bad it’d get.
So for now on, I lie and call it *******.
We’re all broken here, never saved.
Teens doing drugs... having ***,
And getting played...
But most importantly,
We’re all getting plagued.
I had a friend commit suicide recently and I thought i’d Write this in honor of them...
I’ve started high school this year and haven’t been super active. I’ve tried to keep up with homework, projects, etc.
So I apologize if I’m not posting a lot.
Aaryn Sep 2018
***
A sad story
Is drawn upon my wrist
Because
I don't want to exist

My thoughts are toxic
I've given up talking
Because no one listens
and no one is watching

as my mind destroys
what's in my heart
And all this poise
was a lie from the start

I want to die
And yet I'm stuck in my mind
Please let me resign
from this excuse for a life.
If I could wish for anything right now it would be to die.
Peculiar Sep 2018
Man’s leaders gathered collectively,
Dressed in opulence , oozing phony authority
Chatting amongst themselves with such languid equity

While the civilians cry in majority
Howling words containing weightless gravity,
Yelling agony as the lilies wretched out from their wounds

Adam’s children quieted in sound
“Bombs should be fired here and here!” , surely God was witness to the words of such cavity
Their egos simply blocked their ears , to the sounds of those being drowned

“No! my child , where is my child?”, Mothers yelled pleadingly
“No! my family , where is my family?” , strangers questioned with ferocity
Tears of despair left the civilians eyes , for those who left no identity

Laughter surrounded the table of fools , oblivious to such monstrosity
“Clink!” they cheer for another battle had been won with such velocity
“For the country !”  , all yell as God heard the last distressed cry of Eve’s child , submitting to famine

Surely animals with consciences would not allow this?
But Satan fulfilled his promise to god
Striving the **** sapiens away from rationality
Letting them sink deep within their egos,
That are so inflated ,
Blocking the cries of the civilians      --- Peculiar
Brandon Conway Sep 2018

The morning peaks through your pristine blinds
                                         already up, dressed and ready
The morning trespasses on my dusty mind
                              snooze, turn away and rest unsteady

Lunch break, out with your friends (and him)
                                      stories you tell, is he listening? (he is)
lunch break, alone still and again
                                      .....................­..........reminiscing

Night has blanketed you with Argus' eyes
                            cuddled close, watching and kissing
night has blacked out with my stammering cries
                            in bed, alone, shivering and missing
Wala ba akong karapatan mapagod?
Rinig na rinig ko ang hiyaw ng aking kaluluwa
HIGA KA, HIGA KA, HIGA
PIKIT KA, PIKIT KA, PIKIT
IDLIP KA MUNA, KAIBIGAN
Gustong-gusto ko, pero hindi pwede

Dinadaan ko na lang sa tula ang kapaguran ko
Dinadaan ko na lang sa tula ang sakit
Dinadaan na lang sa biro at libog
Sa halakhak at ngiti
Sa mga sigawan at kwentuhan
Sa kalungkutan at panloloko sa sarili
Ito'y ang aking araw-araw

HIGA KA, HIGA KA, HIGA
PIKIT KA, PIKIT KA, PIKIT
IDLIP KA MUNA, KAIBIGAN
Kay sarap isipin
Kay sakit marinig
Pero sana'y makahiga, pikit, at idlip rin

At kahit minsan sana'y
Maramdaman ko ulit
Ang tunay na kapayapaan
Josiah Archuleta Sep 2018
I can see were making distance
A starting of this dissolution
Seek me, for comfort
Call me, for solace
Seek me, for this reconstruction
Remember I'll be waiting
To put an end to my breaking heart
Furey Sep 2018
I knew this was coming
I knew one day I would have to face my fear
A little girl
No more than six
She is the one who told
I didn’t have as much courage at the age of twelve
She picked you out of a line of people
She let them know what you’d done
How you had asked
‘Are you a boy or a girl?’
And
‘Could I be your friend?’
You only targeted the lonely
That was your M.O
I was always alone
I must have been an easy target
You were so nice
They had been looking for a man
While you hid in the shadows
I cried when I heard they had caught you
Now I have been asked to testify
I will if only to save more from the same
I had nightmares
You haunted me more than anyone else
I was terrified as a kid
Now I’m all grown up
I have the chance to tell others about you
I hope you rot
My parents say I shouldn’t hate
Hate is a strong word
But you took my childhood
Like him you are a monster in my eyes
In many others you are a monster
We will never be scared
Of you
Of your threats
Never again
Forever
That’s all I ever wanted
Together
With you

But we were too young, too foolish
To believe that everything we wish
Would come true
But
They
Don’t

Time will never wait for us
Just like the back of that old school bus
All it ever does is pass us by

Even if we did stay together
Even though we do love each other
Time will always slip out of our hands
Just like
Sand

So maybe it’s better
To turn and walk away
Maybe one day we’ll have forever
And you’re really here to stay
© 2018 Alessia Koh All rights reserved
Time is never enough, let's all spent it wisely...
written on 18/9/18 by Alessia
At the age of 21,
i still question how
it is possible for my
parents to crush my spirit
time and time again.
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