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Seema Oct 2017
I have been told that my writes are vague
Too vague that it sounds fake
The poem gets off track and basically floats
I do use symbols at times and quotes
But the message within my writes are unclear
It's ok, I accept the critics and I don't shed a tear
I apply a playful twist in my writes, some transparent, some translucent, some to the point and some with open queue
Whatever you might think, I actually like your view
The theme I choose are simple to one's mind
Yet, with fiction, imaginary and factual stories I bind
It's up to you to call it a pathetic write,
But I write to craft and I call this an art
Not to be perfect, as perfection is hard
One message could be interpreted differently
As the theme plays in my head structuring mentality
C'mon poets each write is a definition of our own creation
So read, smile and show your appreciation...


©sim
I am not judgemental, I just write coz I like doing so. I accept the critics :)
bossanova Aug 2017
thou left me alone,
lonely I'm stranded,
dying slowly,
leaving my heart to rot to its deepest roots
"ah, this pathetic life of mine..."
I wanted to meet you NOW
while, if I do, I won't be able to see you
ultimately, the eternal light won't shine on me
eternity! I was lost!
still I am lost,
and I will always be lost...
Dedicated to my late mother...
ICN Jul 2017
Talking to you also
makes me feel so small
Yet you're the only one I want to talk to
because you are the only one
that can keep me up at 3 AM
you're the only one
that gives my brain electric shocks
And just your voice
makes my heart palpitate.
That's why I get so frustrated
And why I fall apart when you're cold
Your icy words cut deeper than you know
That's why I'm crying in the bathroom
Pathetic and alone
With a bottle of GreyGoose and a cigarette
My reflection distorted and I can't tell
Is the powder on my nose Coke or Salt?
I'll admit that I'm lonely,
But I hate admitting it's because of you
//why do I do this to myself?\\
Altar GE Jul 2017
Sometimes, the waves remain...
Some of them are simply unable to leave... while the others, They choose not to.
Sweet Calamity Jun 2017
I can't help but notice, this is the perfect song for this moment.
But how many moments has this perfect song influenced?
Don't get me wrong boy, I know you mean every touch and taste,
Because you haven't kissed me like this in years...

But all I seem to care about are these ***** sheets...
Did you wash them for me?
Did you wash them for me?
Or am I laying in your yesterday's regret?
Or have you even given a thought to them yet?

Pathetic that I have memorized the skeletons in your closet...
But I still come back for that kiss you save for what you render as real
Oh PLEASE kiss me again, but keep your hands glued around me,
Because you don't deserve to let them wander...not anymore...

Because all I care about are these ***** sheets...
Did you wash them for me?
Did you wash them for me?
Or am I laying in your yesterday's regret?
Or have you given a thought to them yet?

You know you're the only one that has ever mattered,
The only one I know who has even come close to...
My heart, my soul, my deepest desires
I have always belonged to you, not anyone else... even now

But still... I can't get over these ******* ***** sheets...
Did you wash them for me?
Did you wash them for me?
Cause I'm still here, wallowing, in your yesterday's regret
Knowing for a pathetic fact, you haven't given a thought to them yet.
V Apr 2017
Corny rhymes and
****** poetry.
I wish you knew how much
you still mean to me.
Lost Mar 2017
I can't wait until I **** myself so everyone can pretend they care.
******* Monica
Saint Audrey Mar 2017
The dreams I have tonight are going to haunt me for the rest of my life
Staying awake is only postponing the inevitable 
I quest for heaven if only for the piece of mind
But it's much too hard to find
And praying is eating up my pride

Living, eating up my time
Dying isn't what I got in mind
But the night draws ever closer
As I'm drawing darkness in my mind

Imaging the pain is far worse or so they say
Living either way is having it no other way
Before the daylight breaks
I'll be a different thing

Self made imagery complicates things
But stains brought on by fear
Morality and what it brings

Resignation known as giving up
But you don't see the end
Trading in the destination
For a life that's on the mend
As you rend your resignation
And resign to a fate
Behold your ******* nightmares come
Trying to stay awake, trying to stay ignorant.
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