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Frank Discussion Jun 2018
Break

The heart

Of the one

That broke you.

Smash!

Burn

The lives

Of the ones

That bind you.

Smash!

Tear

The flesh

Of the one

That haunts you.

Smash!

Smash, just for the sake of being heard.
The innate beauty of breaking.
Frank Discussion Jun 2018
Lies became animals
And you'll be in a nuclear family.
Inside I am bleeding to songs of insanity.
Today I took my life
And blew it all away.
harlon rivers Jun 2018
.
There’s an ancient duct tape patched
roller suitcase still up in the attic,
scarred by sky miles and undiscerning
indifference;  it came to rest like a final breath
exhaled at the end of the long road ―

In the dusty rafters of silent repose  
the death of an alter-ego comes to life
and jars and jogs the  sleeping dogs 
that lay benign as a pothole riddled road

Holding onto memories buried alive,
hidden away remembered ― 
      sans wings to fly away
laid bare unweighed with the weight
of everything else garnered and saved
      subsisting in a shallow grave;
hoarded and hidden away breathing
locked up with the other baggage borne
       behind tired eyes

Feeling the ache of blood stained knees
falling down sullied at the side of the road
Hindsight and a roll of duct taped memories
linger;   stuck to the  grey bandage scars,
second guessing should have thrown out
with the permanently temporary
fading plasticized luggage name-tags
back when I was still close enough to care;
too many miles to reconsider  ago

Some say: "it's the journey not the destination"                                    .
Some day when its too late we'll know
Some day it will be too late to make amends
        for everything i could not be ...


           harlon rivers ... 07  06  2018
apologies for the inconsistent reading, posts and replies.  Internet access comes and goes up here off the grid

To anyone interested, this is a piece from a collection from the summer called TRAVELOGUE:   https://hellopoetry.com/collection/27104/travelogue/
A love that will rip it's self apart if not told whats enough,
end up doing too much but better that then us losing touch. I believed but now
I know, I hoped to bare the weather, prideful, no idea what was is tow: rain,sleep and snow.

A love that was free, turned selfish, my minds on you and I can't help it.
Inhliziyo I have no faith but patience and loyalty so your silence can only annoy me; but when you tell me what's good I make you laugh like a jester and I treat you like royalty.

Funny because now I was feeling like booboo the fool. I need rest, You Just look on when
I sing my song are you deaf-

-silence-

wait This can't be true.
This can't be you

-No wait-

this isn't me, been blaming you a lot recently. we haven't been on the same frequency, We're  always up and down, that's a sine.
I need to disconnect and clear my mind.
haven't had time to meditate, now that's a lie.
I always meditate when I'm silent, write or rhyme.

I do this a lot, darkened visions from the burns and cuts I got, know your not one but I've taken a hit more than once,it wasn't fun, but It had to be done.
You are worth it, a crown but I can't make it right now.
I want to grow with you; Like a tree bares fruits not only flowers, fickle,it looks beautiful, only, in daylight hours.

Let me be wise so I can handle instability,
I learn more about myself for my own sanity.
I had let my light dim not dealing with every thing that life brings.
I had a love for you that was starving because I wasn't truly loving my self enough, that was toxic like lead but now I'm clutch.

No need to write in a rush, but know
I'm sending love
Had time to think whilst not distracting myself with her glow whilst we grow(up). Planning on making this a song
The title is a play on the  words it can be read as :decent love as in the ideal Of Love, dissent Love as in toxic relationship hurting each other over misunderstandings in my case Or the sent  love meaning me reaching out

In my 'trip' series
Kay La Jun 2018
I woke up this morning...
With a different sense of things.
No more sadness alluring me.
Nothing pulling at my heart strings.
I woke up to rainfall.
Whilst the sky was black and blue
I never felt more one with the earth,
besides when I'm howling at the moon.
The weather was a reflection of myself.
Manifesting my inner turmoil
into a beautiful
Thunderstorm.
I'm torn.
Torn from my esteem,
Stuck aiming to please
But cannot nonetheless
Tomorrow is another day
But today I feel content.
Cameron Banowsky May 2018
it's a loaded term.
branded and historically stern.
While the shadow still remains
after the setting sun --
your pain will remain.

This is the ORIGIN of shame.

Have you not learned?
how They play game?
paint us out to be insane.

I wasn't given a choice.
I was given a name.



-- that i haven't changed.
Origin
AZ Apr 2018
Got a lot of stuff to get off my chest
Feelings I have don't really need to be expressed
So I put them down in words lock em up in a vault then throw away the key down to the depths of the earth
It hurts but you gon see a smile up on my face
You probably think I'm a clown
You probably know its fake
And youre gonna keep asking and imma keep masking
Pain is for the weak and as I die please don't resuscitate
And I blame it on fate
That I'm where I needed to be
Not cause I'm lazy cause I can't write to a beat
Cause I don't have the lyrical abilities
Not cause I fall short spiritually
And I dare you to try to be me
Nobody tries to look beneath what they see
Nobody sees the part of me that bleeds
Nobody sees that it's hard for me to breathe
And that's the way I like it, transparency
I know this doesnt really look like a poem because i try to write rap verses and they dont flow super well so i figured why not post them somewhere
Zack Apr 2018
the clicking of keys
the lack of a breeze
ring in your head a bell
at the end of it all
when pieces all fall
what does it mean? pray tell

the diligent student
the men and the women
who're paid to buy and sell
from the highest paid suit
to hardworking prunes
and the unemployed as well

when tires skid
sad wife and kids
nothing guards against death
take the day
liberate, be brave!
yet all must draw last breath

valhalla for winners
and hell for the sinners
but what if you don't have faith
no matter the tithes
your friends, your life
through absence, will you, betray

Appreciate
Take time to pray
because when it's gone, that's it
you think there, still
roll around until
Ah, I gotta take a ...
anna francesca Apr 2018
I shut my eyes and inhale
Trying to find the inner goddess
The warrior, the princess
The one who is inspiring and magical at her core

Instead, I see me
I find an empty chest that is twisted with anxiety
I find a tired body from ripping myself away
I find a mind begging to be silent
I find a heart longing to be free

I stop for a moment.

I no longer am plastering pieces together to form a goddess.
I can see that I am nothing near to a princess
Not an inspiration or a songbird in the breeze
My heart is tugged downward by weights

What am I feeling?
It buried so far beneath the surface I am not sure I will ever see
It is nonexistent, untraceable
A hollowness envelops me

and I let it go.
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