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DG Jun 8
I pace back and forth
I beg to get support
I'm screaming, watery eyes.
They assure, "It's alright, child. Smile."

I climb the Mount Everest
Apathy is all there ever is.
I shout "We're running out of time!"
They sing, "Don't worry, child. Smile!"

Policies have wreaked havoc
But 'I don't know what I'm talking about.'
People getting killed in front of my eyes.
But okay yes I'm a child I should smile.

From your smiles what did you gain?
That from justice I have to abstain?
You place your hand on my shoulder.
STOP. I don't want to hear those words again.

The world is on fire behind me now.
But never mind, look at me now.
They are crying, they are dying.
But never mind, I'm smiling.
If we can scrutinise and manipulate teachings to make them about violence, why can’t we scrutinise and manipulate them to make them about love just as easily? Maybe, in the future, I will not be strong enough to fight and maybe I will become the person who says ‘Smile’.
Asunna May 31
I Love You. The scariest words to
say,
yet even scarier to hear.
Chris May 31
Nero is bald,
He's also fat,
He's ugly and devilishly fast.

Nero's a killer,
Nero is here,
He's ugly and his voice is clear.

Nero is angry,
He's madly mad,
He's ugly and so, so sad.

Nero is real,
He's truly true,
He's ugly and he lives in you.
stop me
I’m at peace
Deep within
Reality hit me fast
Now I see thru men

The consistent need of wanting
A woman like their mother
Not know the horrible trait they carry from
Their father

Who they say they never wanna be like
“Oh, my dad was never in my life
The streets raised me
I don’t sleep at night “

Commitment issues
Leaving these young men blind
To their OWN reality

Thinkin’ the world is theirs
Never having responsibilities
******’ every BAD ***** they see

What can you give me ?
****
Nah, see that **** played out


Boy ALL you did was take me out
I paid for the food and the ride
Cause you so called left your wallet at Tyrone’s house

Generosity out of my own heart
I paid my dues
Did my part

Take me on a spiritual high
Let me fly into a land with magical trees
Birds singing melodies
Elephants talkin’
Lions upright walking

I’m not angry
Nor mad
Speaking words that should’ve been said
My peace is peace
If you can’t respect that
It’s simple
Let me be

Because my spiritual journey
It’s more than ***
Worth more than money
See from my point of view
I promise the world could truly be your
You’ll be at peace too
Planejane2 May 19
You’re so beautiful
But I get the feeling that you get told that all the time
No, not beautiful, but that your fine
And it’s ran to your ******* head
Don’t trust women, yet can’t seem to get them out your head
Don’t trust the devil,
But you always let him lie in your bed
Watching demons through different mediums
Yet wonder why you can’t get them OFF your head.
Always breaking bread with your ******
But can’t get up and make some bread
Got an ole lady at home
But you tied to the streets instead
When you gone grow up
And learn how to be a ******* man?
Nana Yaw Ofori Apr 2018
Mother, the boys at school are not nice
But the rope reaches out to hug and squeeze the pain out through my neck
So i might run to him.

Mother, the folks in the neighbourhood think i dont belong
But the people of the sea welcome me
They say, "its peace, love and quiet on the ocean's deep"
So I might stay with them.

Mother, I'm mocked by my brain.

Mother, I am in pain
But the train at the subway wants to crush it
I think I he is my hero

Mother, I'm a flame on a candle
A lone flame in a snow storm,
Shield me!

Mother, don't let the water run out your eyes
For in the darkness your light for the road I use to pry.
Inspired by how dangerous verbal and physical bullying can be and how it  distorts their judgement. Therefore if parents show a little concern, it might help the individual ......stop bullying ....... it kills
Kat May 14
I.
in this space without shadows,
i was a witness how this world became stranger
until it wasn’t mine. the memory of touch carries the torch,
through a deserted island, an abandoned house,
another girlhood turned ghost-town.
his sour amaretto mouth
closer, closer, closer.
saturday mornings i used to watch cartoons on the tv,
big goofy characters. these pictures come to me from afar
and dissolve into black lava,
at his hands cold metal sting.
with the tenacity,
i cling onto the hope of forgetting,
monuments were built for
gods and prophets.
so it goes.
somewhere in the world
mouths move around the filthy word,
forming the saddest companionship,
like two orphans who recognise each other.

II.
once upon a time,
i believed in a magic stronger than seduction.
why don’t we try to be less entitled?
after all, nothing was promised.
those of us,
attacked, assaulted, agonised,
in the sacredness of home,
in the public eyes wide shut,
fade into TV static noise.
how loud are the sounds of this
realism replica,
in bold letters proclaimed
now available:
FEMINISM!
(sold at every fast fashion retailer)
ALL GIRLS ARE BEAUTIFUL!
(but we still need to profit off your self-hatred)
LOVE IS HURTING
(why don’t you try to see his side?)
it’s nothing personal.
shame just happens to make good money.
that was a hard thing to write and to post. my mind felt very hazy. i still don't know whether i struck the right cord with my words.
You don’t sing to me anymore,
like you used to do.
You hardly even pay attention when I talk to you.
What happened to those days when we were all that mattered?
It was us against the world.
Now, the us has turned to you.
You don’t write me love letters,
like you used to do.
Once, that’s all you did.
Have we gone astray somewhere along our lovers path?
You don’t write me poetry that comes from the heart,
Like you used to do.
You used to pen such beautiful words.
They made me want to cry.
Now I cry;
Not for the same reasons.
You don’t hold me in your arms when we are alone in the dark,
Like you used to do.
I am afraid you don’t hold me in your heart anymore,
Like you used to do.
DG May 13
I pace back and forth
I beg to get support
I'm screaming, watery eyes.
They assure, "It's alright, child. Smile."

I climb the Mount Everest
Apathy is all there ever is.
I shout "We're running out of time!"
They sing, "Don't worry, child. Smile!"

Policies have wreaked havoc
But 'I don't know what I'm talking about.'
People getting killed in front of my eyes.
But okay yes I'm a child I should smile.

From your smiles what did you gain?
That from justice I have to abstain?
You place your hand on my shoulder.
STOP. I don't want to hear those words again.

The world is on fire behind me now.
But never mind, look at me now.
They are crying, they are dying.
But never mind, I'm smiling.
If we can scrutinise and manipulate teachings to make them about violence, why can’t we scrutinise and manipulate them to make them about love just as easily? Maybe, in the future, I will not be strong enough to fight and maybe I will become the person who says ‘Smile’.
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