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Khoisan Jun 2018
Binging and smoking
With foolish prance
Instant combustion
Meandering across barrier lines
In less than sixty seconds
Smashing, cringing and choking
Euphoric blunder
Six feet under
Amanda Kay Burke Jun 2018
(CHORUS)
Why did you need to leave?
You know that you are all that I've got,
Explain, is it because of who I am?
Or because of the way I am not?

I know I get a little crazy sometimes,
I do not have strength or drive,
The fire burning for you inside
Is tucked away but alive.
Sometimes I am small-minded,
Focused on me to a fault,
But I am lost without you next to me,
Our fairytale came to a halt.

(CHORUS)

Each star burns out, I wish on them,
From below on Earth
Not to be taken for granted anymore,
And feel you recognize my worth.
You remain blind to my beauty,
I am fragile to you and that is all,
My mind is stronger than you think,
Head harder than a concrete wall.

(CHORUS)

Please tell me what I did wrong,
To make you go after so long.
Written sometime in 2012 or 2013.
Gabriel burnS May 2018
And some might say
I've lost my way
But who are they
To judge
When numbers rule
Our nights and days
A life of Midas' touch

And all of those
Who quantify
All the good and woe
Will be too vain to realize
They are their own foe

And some might say
I've lost my way
A sentence I'd forgive
But it's the dreamer, not society
Who, the way forward, shall cleave
I dug this up from the dust...
Thomas EG May 2018
I was a reckless driver
And caused countless crashes
In my earlier naïve days

And then when I was hers
She became the first one
To crash into me

So I tried to drive him
But he was just too fast
And I crashed him

Alas, I'm re-learning to drive
With a nice new old car
And she is smooth running

And makes my car race
So I'll grip the steering wheel
Tighter tomorrow
I love that new car smell
Jack P May 2018
oh i do not care
i refu
se
to be
behol
den
to conve
ntion

disco ball of sinew and blood
fished out of little snack box (insomnia chronicles)

watch the workmen work
in their glitter suits
and steel-capped boots
resolutely and arrogantly un-You

disco ball of feeling and rhythm
crawling out of tv screen (little samara says hello)

little wastebasket of hope
floats torpidly down muddy rivers
carrying crumpled paper from the control room
to a pockmarked sky

disco ball of muscle and valve
boiling in a coffee cup (every week the same burn)

ode to the sky and its thinning hair
and the pothole where i was found
by my mother
on the most expensive day of the year

disco ball of not much at all
spinning 'round in an empty hall.
i have never been more focused
Willow May 2018
Once a song we yelled until we couldn’t
Is now just a sentence with an instrument
We whisper from different paths.

Gallons of gas later
Leaves a tune who’s remnants
Is a melody I hum from my memory
jigyasa Apr 2018
it rumbles and crackles
roaring with majestic furor
consumptive and commanding  
powerful through the most dire of days
constant and driving through those of peace
the fire in my belly demands a feast
Haruharu Apr 2018
The seat next to mine is empty.

No one is singing the songs back to me.

No one is interrupting my calculated playlist with bad old songs.

The comments on my driving that used to bother me,
I now miss.

There are no shoe marks on the dashboard,
no trace of adventure.

The over excitement about the view that used to make me roll my eyes isn't there.

I miss these silly things that I took for granted.
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