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JAK AL TARBS Jan 2016
I used to like swimming in the warm seas on a cold day
I never wanted to share my ice cream with you,but anyway
You told me something I almost forgot
And now we're up here, and became little dots

You're moving upper and upper
And I'm moving downer and downer
But if I life seems happier and friendlier
Why waste your time, put on a smile?
Why think twice, put on a smile?

Your world from afar seems bright and happy
And my world up close is far from yours
But if you come closer and see the undergrowth
You'll notice the difference between us

And you're feeling bluer and bluer
But life is painted with rainbow colours
And you keep frowning and crying and shouting
Why deny your face, just put on a smile?
Why live in a hapless place, put on a smile?

And when everybody leaves on planes
Seasons pass and trees will change
And when they leave you alone
I hope you don't feel like you're alone
This world has people on it
Why be lonely, scaredly, frightening and somehow describing
Your way back home, to a stranger you go
And they don't respond anymore
But if you put on a smile, even for a while
Your sad and blue and greyish day
Will turn up for the better and you'll be okay

So if we both go up and down and cry all around
If we somehow laugh at the silliest things, playing childish games
If we learnt to love our reflection in the mirror
Why would you live her and not, put on a smile?
Put on a smile before it gets too late, when your body doesn't move again,
And you're feeling kinda sorry then...

Put on a smile, don't ask why
Put on a smile, don't try to close your eyes
Open then wide, show your brightness
Your happiness ends when you feel worthless
So chin up, chest high
Open your eyes, and PUT ON A SMILE...
This is supposed to a happy, optimistic poem, so sorry if the message gets lost...

It's just that lately I've been adding a lot of grey poems, and I feel like I need to bring sunshine to my life and poetry collection...

This is about forgetting about life's regrets, life's torments. It's about looking forward to new things, and opening your eyes to a world that can become whatever you desire... Happy thoughts!
repressi0n Jan 2016
it is silent
after the storm
everything seems dead
dry, cracked, messed
where is life?

everywhere i look
same plain color
everything seems dead
black, white, gray
where is life?

held a pebble
from dried ground
everything seems dead
flowers, grass, insects
where is life?

there up above
same cloudless sky
everything seems dead
sun, moon, stars
where is life?

called out loud
none answered back
everything is dead
yesterday, today, tomorrow
**where is life?
The first phase of freedom is confusion.  You are not used to the situation you are now in. This is something new to you. You have no idea where to go and what to do. Everything has to be experimented. But do not worry. Try to create a plan for your future. Make sure to stick with it. Never loose self-trust and confidence. Do not be afraid of what is going to happen next. Trust me, it will be all worth it. You will soon get used to this new situation and overcome the confusion. Therefore, entering the second phase.   #FreedomSeries
Madness is upon us**

and this..
This will be the end as we know it.

The stratosphere has kept the heavens to quiver
Thunders roared
Lightnings have struck
Rain blissfully starts to shower
The men and their atrocities must drown

Days upon days
We are left to surrender
Lost in a bermuda of the past
Never to resurface in the light

Give in
Never give up
Fight
Accept
Surrender

It's time for us to truly live a life.
Your life as know it gone
Now you’re floating around a box
Zero gravity
Who knows how many year have passed
Time is irrelevant
All you have is time
Time to think
Time to miss those you left behind
Time to regret
Time to wonder
Suddenly, something goes wrong
Crash Landing
Everything goes dark
Ted?
A voice off in the distance
It’s drawing you towards a light
Do you follow it?
It sounds familiar but unfamiliar at the same time
You were alone in the box
Off to explore a new world
The last hope for the planet you called home
But still, the voice echoes again
Wake up
There she is
All wide eyed and scared
You’re in a white room
Strapped to a bed
Scarred and ******
So you did crash?
She starts to talk to you
Her voice still the same but something is wrong
She keeps assuring you
Trying to keep you calm
She can sense your fear
But how?
Your mind is foggy
There’s a feeling hiding in the back of your mind
Scratching to get out
This isn’t real
This...isn’t...real
You look in her eyes
They’re black
She’s not here, she is something…
Something else
The voice is changing
A sinister tone takes over
The white walls start to fade
The truth of your reality sets in
You made contact
The adventure you set to achieve
Success
But as your mind clears you understand
These others
These life forms
We are not their equals but their prey
And this new planet is Earth’s doomsday
This was a prompt on humans encounter life for the first time on a new planet
MJ Sep 2015
It’s been a month,
Feels like a new life,
Hopes and dreams await.
There are things that I want, things I feel,
Things that I still don’t know.

A new place,
A new home,
Exciting new things await.
What lies ahead I do not know,
I hope it's worth the wait.

Still afraid,
A little bit unsure,
Many a day I feel insecure.
Seek comfort in all that you find familiar they say,
But that’s not what this move was for.

I will still try,
I will not fail,
Determination is what I seek.
A new phase, a new life,
Is what I would like to achieve.
Lydia Sep 2015
I walk around my boxed up house
and carefully step around the edges,
scoot around the clutter and ignore the blankness
this house no longer feels much like home
not since the warmth of familiar things
have been boxed up, taken down or thrown away
it was all so sad how quickly
my home disappeared behind cardboard
and just became this temporary space before we move on,
just a place to sleep
I no longer look at a room and find its potential
or care too much about how it looks
because these aren't my rooms anymore
there is no future here between myself and these walls
it's bittersweet to think back on the memories made here
not all of them were good,
but not all were bad either
in the near two years spent here
we grew
together and apart
and back together again
turning a space from four walls to
a house we called home
the boxes are like a metaphor to my life,
to the unavoidable change that will occur in a few months,

change is in the air
and soon the long, hot, dog days of summer
are going to fade into colorful leaves sweeping the earth,
cool breezes in the window late at night,
and the end of summer, the last one of its kind for us, will be envitable
and
just like the time of the seasons
as the world slips into fall
  our ending in this time of our lives
will slip suddenly through our fingertips and give way to something a new,
sudden yet almost unnoticeable
but also completely, irrevocably welcome
I'm ready to go home..
I open a bottle of wine,
That I've been saving for a special occasion.
I bought a package of smokes,
I turn my favorite tunes

I think I'm ready to start..
Opening boxes,
Folding clothes.
Sipping, smoking and singing
Closing boxes.

I'm almost ready to go outside..
Is dark and cold,
The last one
Sipping, smoking and singing
Closing doors.


I'm ready,
**I'm ready to go.
Jared A Washburn Jun 2015
Will the Earth rumble and crack?
Will the tides roll and crash?
Will time stop? Will fire freeze?
Will my heart skip a beat…or three?
Will my face go numb from smiling?
Will wars stop? Will walls come down?
Will the ovation last forever and ever?
Will all this, and more, occur
when I finally meet you?
This poem was written on Feb. 18, 2011, about two weeks before my son was born.  My wife had experienced early labor pains a few days prior to when I wrote this, and we had thought he would be born around the 15th, or so, but he held out until March 1.
Alice Morris May 2015
Wilted then reborn
A single drop is enough
To reignite me
to send away from here
that is my next goal
to get away from my life
that is “how i roll”
to send away
and not come back
might bring me peace at last
and now i'm going, going, going
and soon ill be gone fast
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