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Rick Feb 2018
I was born into construction, I know no other trade.
Im not very good at math, and my writings just the same.
I try to act, I try to sing but in the end I always seem right back where I began
I build the set, I cut the wood, and they're painted by my hand. Could I be another man, I know I choose not who I am, but I wish I could just understand if im a product of this land or am I free to choose my plan.
I will fail at my career, this is my fear. I will be like my father, broken and poor. There is only one door for me, the rest are locked and theres no key that i can see in sight.
Lauren Grace Feb 2018
We sit across the room from each other in hideous furniture.
But still, you scream,
"What is it all about? Why are we here?"
I respond, warm affection dripping in every word,
"Human connection."
"There must be more than that," you insist.
Your words leave me with nothing except an unworthy reparation on my lips.
I glance around the freezing house and realize I have obviously failed to provide enough for the both of us.
Phantom Poet Feb 2018
In life we learn,
If you fail,
Try again,
Even in education,
If you fail,
You are offered one more shot,
To reach the top,
But society, friends mock you,
In class if you fail,
You get to try again,
To take the classes again,
But it has been deemed bad,
By students and teachers alike,
It is used to threaten,
"Don't study and fail",
Makes you feel beaten,
Everyone will mock you,
The mark of failure,
Burned to the flesh,
So what was supposed,
To be a second chance,
Now is a bad glance,
From everyone,
That's just students cheat,
Because they know that they will fail,
And their reputation will fall,
So cheating is the best way,
No one wants to be left behind,
No one wants to destroy their mind,
No one wants to try again,
Just because no one will allow them.
Daisy Rae Feb 2018
We want to succeed
So we triump when others fail
nick armbrister Feb 2018
OUT 2



I walk down to the road in the dying day,

as my heart cries and my brain collapses.

Dave likes you and I go to a club, to meet

a girl and get over me and you.

But all I do is to get ****** and have a dance

to old music, all on my own.

In my own lonely kingdom, where I rule by myself.

How has this happened, the loss of what we had?

When we were a couple, a real happy couple?

Maybe never, my brain cries to bring me down

to earth. How can it work

when you have three screamin’ kids?
Dakota J Dawson Feb 2018
I'm overcome by lust
A sophistication of the soul
Mind bent in two

Where I try
He betrays
Leaving kisses of sin

The Garden of Eden is open
Left alone without regard
Not a regret echoed in time

When will he come?
My knight of splendor
Germanic and full of crystallized juice

Reality makes him a Spaniard
To whom my life is bequeathed
Under the sun for all to see

My dream of an Arminius is unrealized
Traded for an exotic intoxication
Ready is the introduction of grieve

But still, I love
The lips
Constant touch of angelic purity

Forgiveness is the actor's end
Truce to end entry into the heart
Producing gratification of natural optimism
Dakota J Dawson Feb 2018
Too much of a fool
Forgotten and misplaced
Troubled until bled

Where is my bed?
The cushion increasing sedation
Upon my relapse

Frail
Almost skeleton
Reminds me of Auschwitz

Though I'm not a Jew
Or a so-called "deviant"
I'm recast

Believing in the brew
Gulping up the stew
Ready, set...implode

Film is shot
Grainy and poor
Full to the brim with fish

Smelly and grimy
Waiting for the director
To bail from comprehensive casting

His retort is strong
Like a solemn wind
Quiet until the storm

I quit
Remember the time
Forced to sing

I hate acting
Forgetting
Contemplating

It is my curse
Unforgotten desire
My Dunkirk of woe

When will it end?
Upon my cross
Submission without *******

Freewill intact
Instinct going into purgatory
Left to wait for the call

I have to run
Hide
Devise an escape

Hollywood calls
Controls
Beckons for my crouch

Billy Wilde is my name
Focused on terror
I fail to be Brando
Thumbs up for everyone who gets the classic movie reference, the series title star being William Powell.
SaWal Jan 2018
Its about the steps you take
Coz they'll define the path you make..

And it is all right to break
After all world ain't itself in a proper place..

But after that despicable sleep you gotta wake
And put in all you got the serenity and the rage..

No one can slow your pace
Once you have decided to set your own stage..

Coz in the end either you will be the one who arrived late
Or the one who tried and tried and.. wrote his/her own slate.
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