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Your morning devil
smile, painting's
bottled message, coffee
on your lips. Hormones
everywhere and I freeze.

The mental image
sends my heat index on the
rise. Locked lips
in a chant pull me to the
pier of my chasm. I fall.
William Troup Aug 11
Flourishing careers, aimless heights, are
fallacies proven ... dangerous fight!

Courageous strength, boundless sin, are
monuments erected ... falling begins!

Floundering principles, growing might, are
endless tragedies ... monstrous light!

Cavalier attitudes, playful games, are
wasteful fantasies ... falling names!

   One name in history, one name for all,
   is higher that skies ... hopeful calls!

   One name in heaven, one name for us,
   is forever in peace ... let us discuss!
Seeing the good in people
was her virtue
and her downfall.
Luna Jun 17
When I was young, I used to be scared of monsters.
I slept with my head under the pillow,
No matter how hot it was.
I tried everything to ignore their whispering voices.
You told me it's just my imagination,
You told me monsters don't exist,
While you hid the truth from me.
Monsters live among us, they look like humans.
They show you the brightest smiles,
While they rip the heart out of your chest.
They throw it on the floor, and say they just want your best.
And I am one of them, I'm created to destroy.
Everything I touch falls apart, everyone I look at suffers.
No matter how much I tried to be human,
No matter how much I fought my inner nature,
All I'll ever be is a horrible monster.
A mutation, since I was accidentally born with a heart.
A heart that beats and feels and screams.
But with every damage I do it gets colder,
The tears in my face turn into ice.
I tried so hard to stop this,
But its impossible to stand this feelings.
Now I'm down on the ground of the dark ocean,
Blood runs down my arms and legs.
I know this is the moment,
Where I'll disappear forever.
I sacrifice my own existence,
For the people I love the most.
Rachel Glen Jun 5
you tore my soul wide open,
pale blue eyes held wide,
and you peered inside.

you were the catalyst to my downfall,
with everything laid bare.
em May 21
when you love someone
the falling feels like flying

but at the end of the day falling is falling
and the cold hard ground is always there
ouchie
imai Jan 23
still, I remember her wrapped in sheets
white, will not, could not mistake it
her hands beckoned me to come forward
she seemed proud of her nightly conquest
she wanted me to look
peel my eyelids open
no, she wanted me to stare
down on what she has ensnared
there in her bed,
laid a man revolting,
he did not seem
like a man, rather a demon disguised,
sheets though white could not hide

still, I recall her
smiling triumphantly
looking down proudly on her catch
of all the prey she has caught
this one will be her downfall
Firejewel123 Jan 15
You have created a throne,
made of paper and glass,
of lies and diluted facts.
So sturdy on the outside,
but still so fragile on the inside.

Your crown,
was it made of glass too?
Or is that merely,
a trick of the eyes?

You rule over a world,
that prays for your downfall,
undermining your work,
and sneering down at your lows.
Waiting for the moment,
that your paper throne falls.

When will they decide,
to stop waiting?
When will they decide,
to come for the head,
that the glass crown rests on?

What will you do?
You are nothing,
but a boy king,
a child majesty.

They will come for your blood,
for your throne,
for your crown.

But do not worry.

You will not have to wait for long.

After all,
papaer is only so strong,
and glass so sturdy.
Here concludes my first poem! :0 Hope you like it!
Black Lips Jan 4
I want to play a little game
Don't need you talkin bout your fame
I'll put your heart inside a frame
I'll put you in my hall of fame
You burned down a building with people inside
Do not try to run there is nowhere to hide
You killed nine people all under twenty one
The things that you did can never be undone
Burn half of your body to see how it hurt
I wonder if your husband knows you're a flirt
All you have to do is take that gasoline
And cover yourself from your toes to your waist
Then light a match
I think you know what to do
No need to cry yourself to sleep
I really hope you continue to weep
Harrison Leland Dec 2018
Meditation is sniffing lines until the pain goes away.
Meditation is hiding in my room until the sun goes away.
Meditation is found in the countless women I've let inside, but never to stay.
Meditation is the ice cold razor that clears the fog that accumulates in the day.
Meditation is when the heart tries to find the words to say,
but my mind finds ways of distracting it and keep it at bay.
I find the strength to meditate everyday, it's good for you, or so they say.
But everyday I feel weaker, how long before I'm no longer stuck in the gray?
This came to me when I realized that I harm myself in different ways, and treated it as normal, even at times came to enjoy it. A daily meditation.
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