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Robby Nov 2019
I’m choosing our love
It’s not easy

My heart hurts like hell
It beats like thunder

I don’t know how we got so broken
Years of not giving enough

I’m sorry for all the parts I played
I hope we can fix this
Cole Nov 2019
"If all of us met in real life,
and some one was being picked on or hurt,
We would come at the enemy
with the fury of countless words
and millions of suppressed feelings."
Right after I said this, Right after I smiled
(For the first time in a while)
Right after I let go of the hurt I felt.
My father yelled
And blamed me for what I didn't do.
Now I feel them all again
The hurt, mistrust and panic.
My hands are shaky, palms are sweaty
I feel like puking, or possibly crying,
My heart is racing, blood is running
Head is spinning
Feet feel like darting far away from him.
My mind can't help wondering
If what I said was true.

-3nwlry
If it is
I wish we could meet
then my father would regret what he does.
Lio Nov 2019
We can't ignore the fact that,
Our planet is a hellish place right now!

Little pieces of ego
Exploiting an alive blue marble,
A wet blue piece of dust
In massive field of space.

Some organic and spiritual beings
Naming themselves
Human being all human,
Behaving as a controlled chaos.

Being a machine that
Takes all the riches of the planet.
Than they give all these to a
Powerful little secretive elite,
Demanding more and more
Power and all the riches in
Striving lust of greed!

This is the sake for destroying,hurting
The beautiful nature, ecosystem;
As well as having terrible lives.

What about you?
I can't talk specificly about you,
But generaly your bodies are
Dying for passions of ego!

Because of
Hard conditions of life,
Prison of limitations,
Carrying a heavy burden of
Memories, responsibilities...
Negative beliefs, starvation to praise...

I don't know why, but somehow
You feel bad.
I don't know how, but
You feel bad.

Unless, some negative think
In some negative part of your life.

You don't know why we feel that,
How to cope with that.
Because it is never been thought to you
By your school, media, family.

You're striving so.
Striving to some unknown point.
Beyond of the material, your culture.

You don't know what to do,
So you strive continuously.
If not consciously, subconsciously.
Then fire comes in and
You become the hellish torcher of pain!

An angry tiger colored fire!
In fiery pain!
Striving and burning!
In the blaze we call humanity of today.

It is the hell inside of us!
Making the body smoke and ash.
Sickness, illness, non health, fatigue
Making the body rusty and bulky
That all caused by firing negativity!

You may call it fear, pain, boredom...
Deppression, anger, distress...
Whatever you call in any form,
It is the you being the firing lust.
It is the you being the part of the hell.

It is the you being the blaze that is
Society made of 60 trillion cells!
If you find the topic unrevelant, it will get revelance in second chapter.
I disassociate to my "friends" lives scrolling by,
I don't need any spliff or fungus to reach
Peak apathetic  non self congruence.
Watching years pass by in seconds
Is all the psychedelic room temperature
Mental priming for my primate mental
That I could ever hope for

Before being snapped back out
By the cubed carrot reward of
Internet interaction
Which keeps me salivating and searching
For ways to increase the amount of time
I don't have to associate with that guy inhabiting my body
For a while I can see my problems as goners
Being slowly erased from my mind like a magnet over a hard drive

Until a kindly panic attack reminds my of
My lack of lack of control
And the selfless self centered guilt keeps me
Wishing I were working instead of living
Who could be so audacious
As to propose a life out side
Garrett Johnson Oct 2019
Why not stay for a while.

Hey Ma.
It’s me.
Alex put the dishes in the graveyard.
But I didn’t believe her.
She’s been studying for the chair leg test.
But I guess all the best rockin’ chairs come from over here in Laurel
Canyon.
My bud said he got tired of all the mice in Greenwich.
So he bought a whole cage of em.
Syd & Jim took a hike.
They’re looking as thin as ever.
The neon sky Drops packs of cigarettes and water jugs regularly.
So we’re all in tip top shape.
Don’t forget to close your over door.
                         Your last son.
                         G.M



Garrett Johnson.
Threw my ticket out the window.
Sam H Oct 2019
I feel your pain
Let it too be mine
I don’t mind
I’ve got time
Jayson Engay Oct 2019
Don't get too deep, it leads to over thinking and over thinking lead to problems that don't even exist in the first place.
Angela Rose Oct 2019
I don't need to understand your problems as I hold your hand to help you through them

You don't need to understand my words to support me as I try to fight my demons and manage through them
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