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Ignatius Hosiana Apr 2015
A ‘times your chain's your freedom
Treasured freedom is your prison
You feel you want to hold on
It's the way you choose to move on
Your future could be in the past
Past catching your future rather fast
A dream turned to a nightmare
'Cause it’s **** big it does scare
Here was once your "wish I was there"
Your success was a whisper in a prayer
The uncertainty that kept them guessing
A curse turns out was a disguised blessing
I heard the path could be the obstacle
Hardship passed turns to a spectacle
Heard things that tend to make us cry
In Jan, in a year we laugh about or in July
Worst enemy was once the closest friend
Fighting wars to conceive peace is a trend
I hear every end is just another beginning
The race doesn't end but we are winning
Heart never rests, panic when it stops beating
We blend in trend, trust is for them cheating
Lust took to the stage, nobody applauded love
Those who lack losing the scant to those who have
Life's a death trap, them who care are loathed
The heartless are wrapped in care and clothed
The foolish are philosophical and wise
Probability's certain, no longer roll the dice
It's a game we ignore the rules to win
Since we're more sober after a taste of Gin
Sometimes the end justifies the means
Yet a ‘times the means justify the end
Sara L Russell Apr 2015
Sara L Russell 18/4/15 at 23:58*

The past is redundant time.
Only the people who populate it are truly worthwhile,
weaving their ways through our dreams and memories;
every one as precious as spun gold.

Time cannot diminish their brightness,
nor soften the pain that strikes like a spear at the
thought that they are gone.

Time is taking its toll on us all, eroding the distant gleam
of the future, consigning our dreams to
the scattered wastelands of the past. It steals away hope,
it steals away people;

change creates havoc and death leaves its mark on us all.
The past is gone. The future gleams brightly with
a cold, two-dimensional sun.

I miss you.
Brooke Robinson Apr 2015
Minutes tick past noon.

Time
is
Wast-
Ing.

Your face grows pale, and your eyes fade.
Is this not what you wanted?

Life
is
Great.
Where
are
You?

You sacrificed for this moment.
You worked for this moment.

But
The
Mo-
Ment
Is
Leav-
Ing.

Your eyes fix on the clock, waiting for the future.

And
The
Mo-
Ment
Is
Gone.
Linger Apr 2015
I was finally home
Our fingers laced together like the strings on our shoes
It was the reward we had earned
For the days spent paying our dues

You showed me what your life was
And I took it all in like a child at Disney
I was overwhelmed by memories I didn't own
We enjoyed each other's company blissfully

Just you and I, me and you
We drove into the night
While love songs filled our ears
I whispered a silent prayer as my heart took flight

"Let it last,
Let us be forever
Cause I've found happiness on Earth
Since we've been together"


The time we had was short
But that was all it took
I had found the perfect life
Your soul had overcome me, down to the smallest cranny and nook

That's why I was crushed by sadness when I left
The bond between us was being wrought
And though it was the purest pain I had ever felt,
I stayed strong because you were my every thought.

Now I close my eyes and see your face
My future is reflected in your gaze,
Time and space are trying to tear us apart
But we have each other, and we'll make it through the maze.
I know that my prayers will be answered and one day you'll tell me that you do, but for now I'll write you poems and let you know how much I miss you. You're the love of my life Natalie, every moment that we've had together has been a memory that will stay with me as long as I live. I can't wait for the day when I won't have to leave!
Michael Hughes Apr 2015
What does a man do with his time, when his time is meaningless?
When all the years of productivity, produces for someone else.
Fruits not eaten nor enjoyed seem to rot when put away,
For the promise of a future meal at a table you may not make.

How do you maintain a purpose, when you lose the sight of youth?
When your memories are dreamlike, and struggle for their proof.
When dreams intertwine with memories and the past it blends away,
And the plateau that you finally reach is just another dusty plain.

Confined upon the seas of time, this voyage we’re ****** upon.
Are we indentured to the helm of this mighty ship we’re on?
For billions seem to sail this line sans the few that drift away.
Who navigates the future, when the clouds block out the way.

What future shores do I hope to hear the crow call out to me?
When the journey nears completion, with no youth to reverie.
Will I come to on the beaches of a new and pristine land?
Or will the currents ferry me away, never to be seen again.
XIII Apr 2015
Culture-killing
future;

Future-killing
culture.
They're even.
Adam Childs Apr 2015
Why do we not scrap
this barbaric idea
that keeps us all in fear
The price so very dear
Is it not so very clear
We must reject this
stupid idea  

Sorry it escapes me
but how does having
Nuclear weapons make
the world a safer place
Does that mean if we all
have them the world would
be a completely safe space  

Why does our search for
peace always involve
humiliating an enemy
Destroying their dignity
alienating them completely
Can we not learn a more
compassionate intelligent
social ingenuity

If you could smell evil
we would surely pong
As we breath dreaded a
threat of global destruction
Spreading our fears
like raindrops many tears
As we arrogantly court with
pain and extermination  

Let us learn that peace
is not something you
****** on an enemy.
But can only be built
on many small
steps of trust
And by dropping our
power greed blood lust  

100 Hiroshima's sleep
within a Nuclear sub
To awake a single one
would be a calamity
So lets protect all of humanity
And regain back our sanity
By rejecting this path of vanity  

Every new journey towards
hope starts with one little
brave step in trust.
So let us take that step now and
support nuclear disarmament.
WRITTEN AFTER CAMPAIGNING AGAINST TRIDENT RENEWAL
Kagami Apr 2015
A creature that I live with every day
Creates something that I can not escape from.
Something that follows me and rapes me of my happiness,
Something that recreates the worst parts of my life
And forces me to watch, paralyzed in my own bed.

The Creature has dyed red hair, brown eyes.
The creature weighs 136.2 lbs and continues to gain more.
This creature is 5'8" tall.

This creature shares the same name.
The same putrid name as the girl who
Fell in love with someone who saved her life,
But had to convince herself to keep loving him
In order to endure the thing he said to her.
The same ugly name as the girl who fell in love with
Someone else, but ignored him because of her guilt
And then kissed him only five days after
The one who saved her dumped her on her 16th birthday.
The same name as the girl who forced herself to feel
Numb because everyone who surrounds her
Tells her not to feel bad because they have or had it worse.

The creature screams, trying to make her happy, trying to
Please her, make her leave.
SHE REFUSES. Every day, she lays down and can't get up because
Nothing is worth it. The creature ignores her pull.
She leaves bruises with her fingers,
But the creature is used to the pain.
The Creature tells me:

*Life is worth living. The future is worth seeing. Life will be hard:
Demons may scare you and block your path,
Demons may haunt you and infect you, they may change your mind.*

And the girl agrees:

**But changing your mind hand having those demons inside you make you who you are. They affect you and let you become something that no one else can be. The future is worth seeing. and the past is worth accepting.**


I don't know how to find a middle ground. I am still trying to cope with  something that happened two years ago. I am at war with myself. I want to be happy, but its so difficult to get past the sickness inside. I need help, and I have it, but I am not getting anywhere. I am trying to gain independence and learn for myself, but multiple factors are keeping that from happening, and the only way to relieve some of that stress will cause even more of another stress and more sadness than I can imagine. I can not deal with everything happening at once. Everything is crashing don and I cant ease myself into it.
Nicole Apr 2015
I won't fall in love with you for the way your hair cascades your shoulders
I won't get hooked on the way your body sways when you walk
And I won't focus on the small flaws that society highlights every day

I am not your average person
I'm an *******, a ****
Sometimes I don't think ahead
I've gotten myself into unsettling situations
And I tend to be self-destructive

But love terrifies me, it intimidates my self control
Because when I fall in love with you
It will be with the way your eyes glow when you speak
The beautiful chime of your voice when you answer the phone
The way my arms fit perfectly around you as you lean into me

I'll fall in love with the way we understand one another
And with the fear that consumes me
As I contemplate why someone as wonderful as you
Whose "flaws" I'll fall more in love with every day
Chose my broken soul
To make you feel whole.
MV Blake Apr 2015
Planning a future
Into the early hours,
Deliberating each step,
Considering the flaws.

Should it be this,
Or maybe it’s that?
We dare not go wrong;
It’s no longer a game
We play in the night
As we hug tight to sleep
Dreaming of us
In sleep’s darkest deep.

Seeing a future
In the midst of a dream
Is like seeing rows of
endless open doors.

Left or right?
Which one to choose?
They all look the same.
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