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EmB Feb 2020
I should cut my hair,
hair heavy with the memory of
your fingers running through it.
I should change my clothes,
so as not to think of you
taking them off
slowly while I lay
           on your bed.
I should buy new sheets,
ones without the trace of you.
I should change my music,
new sounds without the power
of bittersweet nostalgia
         sitting in the car with you.
I should replace the space in my heart,
the one that’s been reserved for you.
I should,
             I should,
                           I won’t.
Poetic T Feb 2020
You know they have these,
           those groups for
people who are,
          were,
        are going through addictions.

Well I was going to one such place...
I'm not addicted not like these people.
My failings are
              light compared to those others.

I was hooked on the deity addiction,
              I was raised to believe in certain
                          noncorporal
unsubstantiated constructed fear factors.

I was for many a immature years fearful of
           what I was doing till I was 7 years old.

Questions were my maturity, I'd read that
            these man made constructs, well the
top of today were all
                      with an area of minimal distance..

                                               It was like,
the central point for god creationism,
                   who had the most followers,

who had the snakes tongue, the intellect
              to make other listen to there lies..

But so it happened, there were the old gods
   fading into obscurity..
they were real for a time,
           but the thing about time, everything dies.

But the words huddled the masses,
      you see there was a religion,
religions already around that stood the
   testament of time.

These new ones approaching gaining ground,
they were either an off shoot of
                      there disagreements,
of the word of there god not others
                                                   as they weren't real...


No there's was real, but the gods before were wrong??
                                            ok...…..

But moving on and we have the oldest religions still
around. Some have the masses where some have but a
only a few followers not as many as way back when.
Here's a quick lesson in gods and spirituality,
counting down we have:

1. Hinduism (Circa 7,000 BCE)
2. Judaism (Circa 2,000 BCE)
3.Zoroastrianism (Circa 1,500 BCE)
4. Shinto (Circa 700 BCE)
5.Buddhism (Circa 600 BCE)
Jainism (Circa 600 BCE)
Confucianism (Circa 600 BCE)
Taoism (Circa 500 BCE)

So you see that there are some old that still remain..


But the thing that people forget is that in the old times
wars were fought on the premise of there gods words
were the truth and the others were distortions not the
right word of god, gods.. look down, I know...

1.Second War of Kappel
2. Lebanese Civil War
3.The Crusades
4. Second Sudanese Civil war
5. First Sudanese Civil War
6. German Peasants’ War
7. Nigerian Civil War
8. French Wars Of Religion
9. Thirty Years’ War
10. Eighty Years’ War

I know what your thinking what the fudge has this
got to do with now, quite a lot it would seem.
We have new religions popping up, some are just
plain ***... and people follow these.

But the good thing is time is awaking the masses to
the ridicule of what these old books stood for.

Hate, Love ******, ****, intimidation to believe or
                                 pay a levy or pay with your life.

But the world is awake, more than ever.
         So I sit here in this room, listening to the
stories of what made them rescind the notion
of belief in a deity, that controlled them now
                                          they have cut the strings.  

I just hope one day that we all can look behind us
and wonder why we were so immature to think
that  these things helped us find our keys,
                         but let a child die of starvation..

if you don't see the contradiction your still blind I see...
pia Feb 2020
.
I am falling for fall,
but it's winter now.
Oh how quickly seasons change -

they are willing to move on,
and maybe

so should we
.


p-f
"the only constant in life is change" - heraclitus.
alskawlfe Feb 2020
the fog casts moons ago,
air reeks of insecurities and bad decisions
how it leads to regrets, heartache and countless drops of pain.

I am aware of the catastrophe that I was
easier to rely on the alcohol to forget than bracing through the storms
how my safety nets were worn out,
strangers hands tired of holding, lover's shoulders are heavy from carrying
I was a nightmare I desperately want to wake up from

I refused the be the skeleton in anyone's closet
I'll take it from here
take their hands off my worth, replace it with my own
remove the praises , whispers and chants tainted with the goal to score
and dismiss the thought that I'm only worthy if I'm loved

I'm bidding my goodbye ,
my demon and I can take it from here
I will build a temple out of this body,
and I refuse to let anyone gets in my way
not anymore.
Alek Mielnikow Jan 2020
Don’t you dare tell me
I cannot love him.
He’ll love me back and
he will be mine.

Fingers at ready
on my old bookshelf,
waiting for the right
words to appear.
Waiting forever,
dust has now settled.
Maybe I should just
write my own tale.

It is not easy
when you’ve been lonely.
It is not simple
when there’s a loss.

Imprint on my ring
finger is still there.
I rub it often
so it will fade.
It has been too long
and I must move on.
This new passion is
warm to the touch.

Don’t you dare tell me
I cannot love him.
He’ll walk away and
I will stay true.


-
by Aleksander Mielnikow | Alek the Poet
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