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Kyle Dickey Dec 2014
Music is really something special.
I creates and expresses and shares emotion.
You can feel the emotion of a good song when you listen to it.
I'm one of those people that the music I like the most changes periodically,
And I used to think I just liked it for another reason
Or got bored of the old music;
however, I was wrong I'm actually the thing that's changing.
I me becoming a different person and love it some time
but I hate it sometimes too.
Spencer Dennison Dec 2014
Tear
this moment
from the grip of an unsteady reality
Carve
this mountain
make your own immortality
Rend
this canvas
into a million tiny flakes
Enjoy*
these poems
see what talent makes
Tylie Dec 2014
i'm still numb to everything that happened between us
whether those 5 years were love or lust
i know that i love you and that will never fade away
from every tomorrow to our every yesterday
we have invested so much of ourselves into what we have now
we split apart
and we are now lost somehow
where did you go
i am alone and in a daze
every day i face is a complete and saddened haze
but move forward i must
and move on i shall
who knows maybe in my future you will be
looking at me like you used to
eyes full of love
a heart for the future
but little did we know it wouldn't be
that there was an end to you and me
but enough reminiscing and il wipe my tears.
i love you always and forever, for all the following years.
Invocation Nov 2014
I love OD'ing on sunlight when I wake up
grab some OJ and go lay in the soft grass, and tell the birds to carry on
their light conversations and noisy chitchat above my closed eyes
open head - delve into me
the grass probably itches if I pay attention, but who cares
I can't restrain my limbs any longer
no more hanging in limbo with excuse of pain and no gain
I can't remember why I'm naked but
I always feel naked around you
I've always been naked under these clothes

My brain is dashing ahead, though I stop and gaze inward and upward
The trees could be mocking me, but they're probably just as happy to be themselves as I am
so I follow suit and reach up to ask for mutual attraction from the sky
and we start a new day
time to function
back to the grind
my gears shift and the grey leaks back into my veins
time to function
(but once you've overdosed on daylight, you're never the same)
song in my head and a bounce in my step
you can't bring me down today
Jathan Hall Nov 2014
Sin
Sin is what I imagine doing to your body;
I lust for you;
I want you in many ways;
I want us;
I want you;
I love you;
I want to feel a sensation I've never felt before;
I have many imaginations of you with me;
It can be our little secret, no one has to know.
Just felt my heart beating like crazy
as I got kissed by ecstasy
living right here right now
in the center of life.

every step an adventure
every path a story
every person a rainbow
every experience a chance

I**f you are invited to dance
then dance all night all day
never stop turning, never stop jumping
as life“s music never stops.
A homage to a track of one of my most beloved musicians named Roger Cicero, where he sings about life and the possibilities you have if you just take life as it is, never looking back, never regretting yourself, just going on ...
Brynn Louise Aug 2014
Naturally weary.
Sighing the biggest sighs around,
Shoulders drooping,
Head leaned forward,
Back hunched as if good posture was the plague.

Leave him be.
The silence is his biggest solace.
It doesn't ask a thing from him,
Unlike the rest of the world,
Whose demands keep growing,
And get louder every day.

The gray hairs shine more and more.
This cup of coffee is the only thing left
That he enjoys.
Yesterday
I was just like you
I rose with the rising sun
I brought a smile to all those who passed by me
Alan spoke about my colour
Brendon was amazed at my arrangement
Claire wanted to touch me
Dorothy wanted her perfume with the fragrance I carried
Emily wanted to take me with her
Francis wanted to give me to his lady love,
I thought I was the most important being on earth
I thought everyone loved me
I thought I brought a smile to people's face.
But today,
Am no longer loved,
Alan just walked by
Brendon bothered not
Claire cared not
Dorothy drove past
Emily ensured the same as did
Francis.
Because,
Today
Am nothing more than a withered rose
With my strewn petals in the pathway
And that's right
Step on or sweep away
For
All you people
Might one day end up just like me!!!

- A Withered Yellow Rose.
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