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Thinking I have made the best moves
keeps me in an unmoving progression,
of attempting recovery on ground lost
from precipitous decisions I've chosen.

Trying my best yet nothing improves
since I still haven't given a confession,
the one that I'm alive but at what cost
till I do I shall remain forever frozen.

So won't something, anything,
motivate this stalemate I'm in.
I'm need merely a violent shove
to be something I undreamed of.
mark soltero Dec 2020
we are not the same
i am different
much comparison is needed
in order to confront the truth
that you and i are not of the same species
i am not of this world
and you are of the trenches
and the pits of this forsaken space
disregarded and frail
i leave you to die here
broke boy
Himani Dhaka Dec 2020
If you can't be the only one,
Be the best one...
Xaela San Sep 2020
Erase that frown
Draw that smile
You'll become
A beautiful
Piece of art.
Smile because that looks good on you
Dez Apr 2020
If you always wait to be motivated
At least you have the motivation to wait
For if motivation is often found
Not finding

But pay no minding
What do I know
I am not a poet
I am not a painter
I am not a sculptor
I am not a artist and I know it

But I have a little common sense
That has brought me this far
And one bit is that you should stop waiting
For fish are not caught with out bait
Neither do ideas come to mind
When you clear your mind

So stop your waiting to be motivated
Search for ideas
And soon you will write
Some thing far better
Then this tad bit
Of insight
Random thought #126
Brent Apr 2020
He who's brave enough to go against the current
Shall find himself in a total foreign land
But only the exceptional finds it
As they're those who know how to take a stand

From birth to death they try to mold us
Into someone who we are truly not
But curiosity will always get the better of us
We'd rather be different than choose to go rot

Decide to not be a puppet of the public
Cut your silver strings and let go
Free yourself from the chains of orthodoxy
Go ahead my dear and put on a show!
I channeled all my frustrations into this piece. Everything is so chaotic rn in my country
Andrew Layman Mar 2020
You are exhausting---

The constant hammer
that falls upon my head;
driving me to fulfill a goal,
making me always think,
with ideas that keep me fed.

Years before---

I was feral as a man
wild of tooth and tongue.
Uncaring in my approach
both aimless and blameless,
from the badge of being young.

Still---

Out of the faceless crowd
I chose an expression,
imprinted now, only you would do.
To save me from my sickness,
and secret life that only you knew.

That stubborness---

I can not quit because of it
and so I reach to climb;
through thorn and thistle,
moving higher, higher still,
until I reach that azure sky.

However---

Once I'm staring at it
I feel it's just not true.
Thinking ******* the challenge
I dig up through cloud and heaven,
and continue on my way...

Because you taught me to.
EXHAUST ME, Copyright © 2020
Andrew Layman
All Rights Reserved.
tmartin Mar 2020
the breaking
of
one wave
could never
explain
the entire
ocean
but it did
the shores it swashed
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