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Nylee Mar 12
I can write it better or I can try cursive
well life goes whiff and I go passive
my attempts are honest, well true enough
what more should I say,
don't skim to my last page first
You have missed all the funny part
so many falls and then a flatline.
Poetic T May 2020
Oh my god,
    did you just..

He only said it as a joke...

No, no.. you, why you smiling...

(inaudible gurgling)

Well I did a joke..
    Knock, knock,


      Ok ill fill in the blanks

Who's there..

Who lives forever?


Punch line was just ****** marvellous!

Marvellous, look at me swallowing a thesaurus .

Ok, he said he'd live forever,
                 I just got to the point we all die,
Be it before were birthed,
              crossing a road.

                             The last cheese burger..

Sorry, but we all die some sooner,
        me not yet,
            you pair,

sorry yes.
Laokos Mar 2020
inverse my talent
to let go and
be what i'm not.

transverse my axle
and you'll find
a kind of heaven
greasing the pole.

what speaks without words
always, a riddle
unto itself.

the tree of life
is laughing exaltations
in polarizing resplendence.

bright bones are
jubilantly marching
ever deeper into the
triumphant unknown.

we are woven with
mystery, riding waves
of inherited momentum
on a sea of uncertainty.

ex mysterium, ad mysterium

and don't forget about
the punchline -

Diksha Prashar Nov 2019
Aspiration bane of your existence
Slowly kills you without any prescription
Pushing yourself for better tomorrow
Returning empty handed full of sorrow
Expectation kills you
Aspirations bills you
No blue print to follow
An empty vessel searching for borrow
Words are thrown
Taunts have burned
Killing the inner bird
Humming the victory odes
Flying ceased
Senses freezes
Aspiration to conquer all stopped
With a flat line and a beep!
Em MacKenzie Jul 2019
My head in my bed doesn’t work quite right
I’m awake until I break, day and night.
With the voices and the choices that I wish to expel
and the deepest of the secrets I could never tell.

My brain; a stain inside my prisoned skull,
I sharpen it, spear from stick, but it’s too dull.
With the facts free, how they trap me, but I never tried to run away,
my feet sore, a path I’ve taken before, but could never stay.

The ivory teeth chomping away at my sleep,
in vain I try to get high, but I’m just too deep.
With the last of my past that I try to forget,
so I reprise a sunrise but it becomes a sunset.

My head in my bed doesn’t work quite right
what will it take for me to break and appreciate the light?
I rejoice in the choices that I can’t repel,
and the cheapest of the secrets of how I fell.
MisfitOfSociety Jun 2019
Your heart beats silently,
Is your love as still as your heart rate?
Coursing through my veins
Like venom after bite
Slowly becoming paralyzed
Fighting for my life
Choking on my *****
Vision black as night
Pulse about to flat line
Thats what your love is like.

— The End —