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IrieSide Dec 2015
find your method
and just live it
you are free now
so enjoy it
Be free, it's all you need.
CJ Suitt Dec 2015
On the night
I learn about Demitri Allison I smoke and I cry
And I drink

And I try

And I talk

And I laugh

Like I ain’t me

I look in the mirror

And I look in the mirror

And I see

And I look

Again

I reflect

And I respect

This shell that leaves me without helmet

Exposed

To the elements

Prison

Statistics

Poor

Health

And I wanna go home

Let my family know I am not

A brown boy falling from

3000 miles up
My response to hearing about the death of Demitri Allison a Black college football player who jumped off a dorm room at UNC Chapel Hill.
Jess Nov 2015
Night fell swiftly as she began to climb
The hill upwards one trudge at a time
And when she reached that grassy peak
Her heart - it stopped, she could not speak
For beneath her lay in all its glory
The city so flawless and often in stories
It was a black canvas as dark as ink
And was so large she seemed to shrink
And across the canvas brilliantly flecked
Were flakes of gold - no special effect
The lights they danced and winked and beckoned
So perfect, so pure for every second
But when she realised she had to leave
She wore her heart upon her sleeve
Her face wistful and longing expressed
For the view from atop the hill's crest.
Written when I was 15 - explains the crappiness :D Just thought i'd share.
Audrey Dlesk Jun 2015
Have you ever done something that was a bad idea?
You and your friends all made a plan and the whole week before you knew it was a bad idea.
It's almost like God pushed his hand up against your forehead and said "No.", but you still did it.
While it was happening it was but but it started to go downhill going faster and faster until "BOOM!", explosion.
No, not a real explosion, a metaphoric one that definitely felt real.
In the end, after the crash, I actually started to go up uphill till I realized this hill is even bigger and I never want to the top because I'm scared what's on the bottom of the other side.
I'm traveling up this hill now, and the worst part is I'm alone on this roller coaster ride.
up the hill I go
on and on
up and up
I can't see the top

but that's not important
the journey is everything

by the campfire
alone in the night
with starry blanket
draped around me

looking down upon  the lake
I'm looking into the dreams
and the sadness
and the feelings

in the cold I shiver
in sadness , emptiness
I shake
Hush ! Lay down , go to sleep
Lady Bird May 2015
kicked the bucket down the hill
what should I do next?
I have no clue... maybe
I should find Jack for your Jill
or Jill can find Jack for me
....I'm feeling a bit lonely...
Zac Hill May 2015
As a child I hid behind the thick walls of my imagination
Save from those who bullied me
From those who called me names and through stuff
I was safe... but alone
The only company I had were the figures of my imagination
Inspired by Saturday morning cartoons
They were heroes
They were my friends
But imagination didn't exist in the jail I was stuck in
Eight hours a day five days a week for three long years
The teasing got worse
The bullies got nastier
The teachers cared less and less
The spark of change all happened when I was moved
The sight of that place growing smaller as we drove away
That was hell, down there in the place I now call my past
Heaven is up here where I now reside
Living life with a brighter outlook
The walls were broken down by the people I now call friends
I'm not alone anymore
Safe behind the walls of others hearts
As some know I was bullied as a child and the only thing that made me feel safe was during the weekends when I wasn't at school and could enjoy the freedom of using my imagination. I loved watching Saturday morning cartoons and made up imaginary friends from cartoon characters. But that was the past and I now live a life with many friends, real friends that make me happy.
Zac Hill May 2015
The warmth of her body numbs my nerves
The soft feeling of her skin against mine
Suddenly all the worries in the world seem to disappear
Holding me tight as I feel her chest move slowly with each breath
How I wish I could of stayed in her arms
To remain in that moment forever and ever
Her eyes are bluer than the sky and ocean combined
Her black hair waves like a silky night
Though sassy at times I still see her beautiful soul
How can one person make me feel so wanting
Wanting to be with her for as long as my heart beats
I want to be one with her and share all my secrets
To experience new things by her side
She makes my bleary thoughts clear from the sound of her laugh
Her smile boils my blood as it takes away the sadness
She was named after the moon
And I a warrior
She comes from the South
And I the North
Yet so far apart we share so much
Take me away my sweet
For I will always promise to love your beautiful presence
And forever whisper your name in my dreams
Luna
So yeah... There's this girl I met ten years ago who moved to Argentina back in 2008 and she is the most beautiful girl I've met. I don't know if we'll ever be together but I can't deny the feelings I get when I think about her. She's perfect in my eyes and I long to see her one day.
Zac Hill May 2015
Tickle your ear
Pull your shirt
Rub your fuzz
Teehee
You raise a brow
Confused in thought
What are you doing!?
Teehee
Jiggle my body
Make funny sounds
Stick out my tongue
Teehee
Strange is what you call me
Unique
Shake your head and chuckle
Teehee
I'm 21 and a half
Serious as can be
But weirder than your coffee mug
Teehee
I'll jump on you like a  narwhal
Fire in the hole!
I just threw something at you
Teehee
Love me
Hate me
I'll still go around being me
Teehee!
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