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D I A Mar 2015
Blood paints the sky in vivid streaks
Broken
Burned
Shattered
Is the light.
Frozen solid
Weeping still,
The day is murdered.
Gloria Mar 2015
You're bittersweet
Like grapefruit.

You're ****.
You're sweet
And you've got that bitter aftertaste.

Some like you with a little sugar,
Others need a lot.
But a select few of us,
we like you raw.

Even though I like you raw,
I can't take your acrid taste anymore.
You're delicious, you're good,
but you're no good for me.

Maybe  I should've waited till you were ripe.
Chrissy Cosgrove Feb 2015
there are so many things that have gone to waste.

if there is no Man to hear the tree in the forest as it falls,
as it crashes to the soft and earthy floor
dragging down small saplings, trees-to-be
scattering small colonies of ants
smashing weak collections of petals and leaves into the dirt
uprooting the birds nestled in its branches
all in one moment,
does it make a sound?

or is it a silent collapse of life?

i wonder if the gun made a sound as it went off
i wonder if you were silent as you fell
Mia Feb 2015
No amount of people can fill the hole you left in my heart.
No amount of anyone can cleanse you from my insides.
You’re moss; growing strong from the waves of my tears that stream endlessly.
You leave longing in my heart.
The days are spent drinking you away but, as a ship must come back to port, my heart always comes back to miss you.
Dougie Simps Feb 2015
Needed to set back up, go and grab this pen
Have been so quite, this internal riot got me suddenly urging to vent
Describe a foe from a friend?
Please, trust me you can't
Give me a penny for your thoughts and I'll simply give you an advance
To move on forward and no longer try and bother with me
This out lashing anger is just my father in me
But ya don't think harder than me
Or maybe I'm just a tyrant
A monster who's uses metaphors to be morally violent!
Calming down my verbs
Being cautious with my actions
Trying to walk away but temptation flirts with and keeps asking,
Me to stay and push all my stability away
As I fall to the ground, not to be found. Letting my ability wash away
Meaning I've wasted talent. Self proclaiming my gifts
This confidence is self perceived
But trust me I'm as lonely as it gets
The walls reveal my story
The irony of "the writing on the wall"
Explaining all my mistakes, exposing all my flaws...
Yet, I finally spoke to peace
Been waiting on its call
This tranquil state of mind probably only gunna last me to the fall!
Temporary healing, is far more appealing, since the "love" of my life left, I've slowly started disappearing
Into a place of an unknown, the entrance a beauty but kinda dreary
The darkness feeds my soul! Now isn't that hunger kinda scary!?
Feel the demons all staring!
Is that just people's attempts of false caring?
Their animal instincts to **** is scaring and overBEARing!
Poetry on the beat, few words is on acid...hits hitting my mind! This high might create a classic
My past has me laughing
Or maybe it's just the Xanax
Heart racing like the derby
This rush giving me panic!
Hard to dodge all these bad habits,
Fingers tips start to tingle
Maybe I'm on the brink of brilliance?
All while fighting my past trying to show resilience!
Chasing more than just millions
The money is all just abstract
One man can change the world, so I've decided to write this message and place society BACK on my back..

And I won't break this time..

Progression is something that takes some time

but these are thought of a complex man who's simply outta his mind...(echos out)
I'm back!
a Feb 2015
you had a green thumb,
planting rose after rose.
but when you grew bored,
a tulip would show.  
her stem was too short,
her smell did grow hazy
so not long after that,

you planted this daisy.

I thought I was special,
I thought I was yours.
until I saw you water
that daffodil *****.
(shoutout to the daffodil who ****** my boyfriend)
a Feb 2015
blue.
it is the color that always fades inside
of you.
it's the wind ******* the globe.
it's the color of your son when he decides to leave home,
it is the taste of the morning air, even when you
wish it weren't;

(especially then.)

blue is the color of past lovers eyes
because those blue ones always say
good-bye.
blue is one deep breath and a handful of doubt,
blue is for people you've learned to do without.
it's under your eyes when you find
yourself lost in your mind,
                   searching for another color wheel to climb.
colors don't share, but that's okay.
because blue is the color that always fades.
a Feb 2015
scalding, wet dust
floats off me;
leaves rust.
raw thought-food
left inside
salmonella killed my mind.
a Feb 2015
the streetlight pours through my blinds.
invading no space, infesting the mind.
so simple, you light;
always on time.
always arriving,
breaking in without crime.
my humanity screams and tells me to search,
search for myself,
search for my worth.
but if only i were
a thin, sturdy post.
to know who i am,
to be planted in earth.
"planted on earth" refers to my head-in-the-clouds bother of a personality.
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