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Man, proud man.
Dressed in a little brief authority over someone else's tasks,
Most ignorant of what he is most assured,
His brief evanescence, ever evading the desperate futile grasps,
In life the things we buy won't keep,
Plays such fantastic tricks before high heaven
As to make the angels weep.
mahea Apr 2014
grabbing the shovel of regret
you excavate the soft soil of the calm earth
that was once so fertile and perfect

piercing it's peace and purity
only left with the fragile remnants of dirt
that have instantly crumbled to pieces

you dig yourself deeper into the hole
the hands of loved ones reach out to you,
but why do you only reject?

you want to look up
but you're too afraid
to let your tears, already at the brim of your eyes to fall

you tell yourself to only look down
and dig deeper into the abyss of eternal darkness

by then, you've already dug too deep
you call for help
but everyone already gave up and left

it saddens me,
the idea of your complicated mentality

that the people around you cause only nothing but trouble
that the burdens laid upon you are not from yourself,
but only from others

love, open your eyes
why must you think this way?

you've denied everything
that could've lead you to the path of life

yet you carelessly ignored the help
and lead yourself to the pit of death

no one else is here to blame
when will you realize until it's too late?

when really the only person who held you back

was yourself.

m.p.
i've seen situations where someone wants to just be happy, yet they can't move on and only make things more difficult for themselves. they blame the environment around them, for the burdens they carry. when really, they are the producer and creator of those problems ever since the beginning. they reject the help offered to them, until it's too late for them to be saved. through this, i hope those will realize.
Akemi Jul 2013
Boneless city
How did I never see you waver in my youth?
Ignorant of the tilt and the blows dealt on day-to-day walks
Stepping into bruises, slamming into ****** grit

Boneless street
You bring my head all the closer to the ground
All the further from the clouds
From all your round about; circular, ocean mouth
Shark-toothed belly ache
You find yourself insatiate

Quaint, the flesh of a dying city
The concrete simmer, the metallic retreat
The dust in lieu of blanket smog
No fractures with all struts gone
Only a once inflation, reduced flat
A stranger finding himself within
Wading liquid glass that shaves off chunks
Of everything, but the lack
11:00pm, July 11th 2013

Why fill me with such expectations in my childhood? Some obligatory naivety, formed from brittle struts-white lies and improbable dreams.

— The End —