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Sourodeep Jun 2015
If necessity is the mother of invention
then killing time is the mother of **discovery
Well, I am a staunch believer of this phenomenon !
and that I am pretty jobless at my workplace today :)
GiveUpGoHome Jun 2015
you lay in bed
and transfix your eyes on any old thing
this is as easy as life gets

they find the ceiling fan
it isn't on, but it's doing just the same as you
this is good, right?

you ponder on things
that are so far gone
like the last time you hugged your brother
or the last time you wrote him a letter
and never sent it out
downward spiral

you become lost; cradled by longevity
but in an unsettling way
you think about how life is too drawn out
to do this everyday
this mindset is torture

atrocious clouds, unimpeded
they encompass your brain
and an unwelcome curious side
consumes you
*i wonder what death is like?
Nicole Dawn Jun 2015
My grandma committed suicide
When I was six
I'm sure it was my fault
Was I not good enough?
Did I not meet your standards?

What did I do wrong?

My best friend
For seven years
Left me last year
For an unknown reason
Was I not kind enough?
Was I just too weird?

What did I do wrong?

Someone said I am stupid
Lazy
And dumb
Am I really?
Am I mentally ill,
Do you think?

What did I do wrong?

I don't know what I did
But it must have been me
It's always me

*What did I do wrong?
Vishnu Teja Jun 2015
Life is simple
We need not master it
Appreciate the beauty for a while
Eat!Cry!Smile!
Eat!Cry!Smile!

Fall in love, fall out
Fail in love, bail out
Tall or short, be crazy
Thin or fat, be lazy
Be jealous, be fabulous

Jump the borders
Climb the walls
run the distance
Walk the mile
Eat!Cry!Smile!
Eat!Cry!Smile!

Be stupid, be clever
Live now, or never
Be calm, be loud
Stay low, stay proud

We need not master it
life doesn't always make sense
just like my poem
but let the thoughts be dense
with no place for tense

Eat!Cry!Smile!
Eat!Cry!Smile!
Jo Schmo Jun 2015
Bed
I wish I could have stayed in bed all day today,
Writing poems about entertwining fingers and tangled legs;
About lips that never moisten themselves; About tickles that, abruptly, turn into
caresses and lingering touches.
I would have written about cuddles and tight ******* embraces that didnt require that "thing" they like to do most;
About kisses that make you yearn for nothing less than a lifetime supply of Them.
I, simply, wish I'd have just stayed in my room
In my bed and
Penned all morning about the complex simplicities of coexisting with Desire.
I'd have written about how Competition was welcomed with unfurled arms, kissed and un-coated at the door.
I'd have written about how it was welcomed as a third party to the bed;
how we would vye for its approval and battle for 1st place as Best Giver of Love.

..But, instead, I'll just write a poem about the poem id have written had I just stayed in bed today.
Sunday afternoon
Open water
Basking Sun
Barefoot
Feel earth
Under toes
Wine
Sweets
Music
Rain
Man
Indulge
Live loud
Forget all woes
Y May 2015
5 feet away, nomnom
5 minutes past 7 o'clock
It's been five hours now since nomnom

high on herbs
Seeing the tasty food
But deep in lazy

Munchies and whispering voices
******, so much a lazy slob
ranDom mysTeries out in June
Kevin Seiler May 2015
Sunday*
when time is irrelevant.
No priorities
only enjoyment remains.
Paul Butters May 2015
Ease your way
Into Sunday,
Monday’s here soon enough.
Friday’s best,
Time to rest,
The week was tough.

Boozeday Tuesday is okay
I must say
And Table Tennis Thursday ain’t bad too.
Wednesday’s fish and chips are yummy –
They fill my tummy,
Washed down with a brew.

I love Saturday sport,
Who would have thought
I’d get set in my ways?
Such is my week,
Hardly unique,
But on Sunday I laze.

Paul Butters
Written as soon as I woke....
Alyssa Gaul May 2015
It's funny that I can sit here and say
that my life is something, when I was lazy today.
I stayed inside, watched a movie or two
Cried my eyes out, feeling rather blue.
But after it was over, reality came back
and I realized that I... hadn't done jack.
Sure, I had felt, I had feared, I had wished,
I had procrastinated, and stuck up my fist.
In today's world, however, what does it mean
if you're not an athlete or mathlete; you're just unseen
Unseen because you have blocked yourself completely out
from the world, from danger, from the coming drought
of people who  actually cared about others
and not just their next Friday night lovers.
Can I call myself accomplished at  high
when all I've done is weasel my way by?
Using the bare minimum of my brain power.
Waisting little energy staying up for hours.
I've been lazy.
I AM lazy.
But should that validate anything I've done?
Should I waste away a life that's only just begun?
Or should I stop being lazy, here and today,
turn off the device, take a look around at... May?
That's the month, isn't it so?
I can't remember, do you even know?
I have been stuck in a grave mindset
that blocks out every responsibility or threat;
but I think I should awake
and see the world for it's mistakes
yet still embrace it 's wit
and never ever never quit.
I'm lazy, yes, but I can make my life something.
Because after all, we all started as nothing.
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