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Kushal Sep 2018
These 2 sides feud on the inside.
Neither wrong, yet neither right.
Only different perspectives that collide.

Both logical.
Both in conflict.
There is no compromise,
No middle ground to be found.

Both war at the heart,
Neither yields or relinquishes their part.
They rage on through the night,
Through the day,
Unrelenting in their passion.

Every so often a foothold is lost,
And onward pushes the enemy/heroes...
Retaliation is a certainty,
And so it goes perpetually.
A tug of war wherein there is no real victor.

They tell me to choose,
Yet neither is right to me...
And neither wrong.
They say it is simple,
Yet lack the context and perspective to struggle as I do.
Aa Harvey Aug 2018
Immaturity


Logic dictates that we must escape,
The shackles of youth and mature with age,
But who can decide when we have matured enough?
Surely we all have a part of us that needs to remind us of the fun,
We had when we were young.


The first time we found love, finding the music of our life.
Memories that takes us back to a moment when we were happy.
Maturity is a good thing, but so is immaturity sometimes.
Do what you love, all hobbies are good.
The older we get the more we love the way thing used to be.


Become what they expect you to be,
Between the hours of nine and five;
But an evening of your life is yours to do with as you please.
Find someone you love and if they feel the same way,
They will accept you are young at heart
And they will accept your immaturity.


(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Mystic Ink Plus Aug 2018
They suggested me to stop
But still few are interested in

I will keep on
Till I'm interested in
Till the thoughts
Keep me alive
Till those words
Struggle to breathe
Till the dreams
Guide the way

And
Even after
Genre: Experimental
Theme: Do what makes you calm
Danial John Jul 2018
Subject myself to the topic
Masochism and apathy
Misanthropic logic
I'm past living, beyond being happy

Houses smell like carrion
Clothes feel like rags
Waist no time caring
Only my soul needs a bath

Everyone gather around as I bend over
So you can
Kiss
My
***
Jabin Jul 2018
The question is precious.
The answer, divine
for a youth
so full of fear.

Surrounded with knowing.
No room to discuss.
Take the path
of faithfulness.

Now I am a demon.
From heaven, they teach.
The question
is cancerous.  

Seven days, it was done,
but probably not.
Hear the word
in secrecy.

But this me that I am
will not allow it.
I’m sorry
for wrong I’ve done.

The question is precious.
I asked it bravely.
But knowing
wrought confusion.
Harley Hucof Jul 2018
Do you ask yourself , like me ?
When will your obssesions leave you be ?

Will time ever stop so you can truly be free ?

Once again i am all by myself , facing the sea

the city is empty

I am leaking thoughts
Trying to make sense of the man i have become

I try to focus but i keep drifting away

The city is empty

There is a conflict inside of me full of sway
Lost in the thought of the voice i must obey
Far beyond myself, it is the only way to keep at bay

I let go as i fade away

In the background the echo of a queen made of clay: pray my son! You must pray!


Words Of Harfouchism
Stara May 2018
Logically I know
I can write it all down
Bullet points
Why I'm better off without him

I have two conflicting forces
Living within me
The honest love and unconditional feeling
Like he is the warmest hug to my heart

And then there is the agonizing internal pain
Of being betrayed, mistreated
Sworn at,  yelled at and lied to
Like he is stabbing me through my heart

How can one person
Give their heart,  mind, and body
Yet contradict everything
And how can I accept this

Why can I not let go!?

I don't want to hold on
I don't want to want him
I don't want to allow his existence
To influence me

I need to be stronger
I need to remove my rose color glasses
And finally, allow me to see
Who he is trying to show me that he really is

If he can't respect himself
How the hell can I believe he can respect me
When time after time
He shows me that he doesn't


******* logic
Jabin Jul 2018
Sky, blue
Earth, old
True, true
No, no.
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