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Sketcher Nov 2018
The fault-finder finds faults in paradise,
It's about time that we all realize,
The outer is a reflection of in,
If you find faults; it's your own problem then.
Lewis Hyden Nov 2018
My problem with tomorrow is
Not foretold by the sky.
It’s not the Autumn morning rain
That comes, and pours, then dies.

My problem with tomorrow is
Not poverty or war.
It’s not the type of moving fear
That braver men stand for.

My problem with tomorrow is
Not quite a fear of death.
It’s not a fear of knowing which
Will be my final breath.

My problem with tomorrow is
The same as everyone’s.
My problem with tomorrow is
Tomorrow always comes.
My first attempt at written poetry.
© Lewis Hyden
Hannah Draycott Nov 2018
Hi, I'm Hannah.
I like reading and old books and tea. you could say I'm an  old soul. I also have a mild alcohol problem and if you can't handle that then you can leave already because my alcohol problem isn't just an alcohol problem it's a depression problem and I use alcohol to cover it all up.
You see, instead of fixing or facing our problems. more often than not we cover them with even more bigger and dangerous problems. Sometimes I'll start drinking and I'm not getting drunk as fast as i'd like to cover the pain and so I'll take codeine with it.
DO NOT MIX CODEINE WITH ALCOHOL. EVER.
it's dangerous and stupid but i'm dangerous and stupid but this can literally **** you.

My "friends" who i think are my friends, even though when i try to be a good friend they turn to each other and not me. But that's cool as long as they get the help they need even if it makes me feel completely useless. Anyway my friends, they noticed my issue with drinking, i just don't think they cared enough to help or at least i hid it so well that they had no idea they needed to help me.
This is all that it is. A cry for help.
Because I'm screaming and drowning at the deep end of a pool but the lifeguard can't swim.
I'm screaming but all my friends are deaf and I'm trying to show them but they're blind.

Then I turn to you.
You're the beacon of light in the distance. You're the destination my ship is supposed to go and it's following your light, the only hope left. My ship is finally sailing back home. It's been gone for weeks, months, years but it's finally coming back from the war.

But you're too far away.
And my ship sunk at the rocky shore.

I wake up. Alone. Covered in last nights make up.
What did I do last night?
ngl I was drunk when I wrote this and I'm very depressed.
Sketcher Oct 2018
It was only a couple months ago,
Nothing could be better,
I met a young lady that you may know,
By the name of Heather.

Was broken before by another man,
Still seemed rather clever,
Instantly, there was no way I could stand,
The beauty of Heather.

I fell for her hard and she drew me in,
My attentions center,
My first time loving the touch of ones skin,
Only thought of Heather.

Over dreadful times she pushed me away,
Less time spent together,
She's soon to be gone and to my dismay,
That's the loss of Heather.

I also have a friend that's quite pervy,
Needs a punch or shake-up,
Easily gets lost amidst a bevy,
Goes by the name of Jacob.

I have another friend that knows my pain,
He knows how she ******* me,
Together we will slowly go insane,
Me and my friend Tui.

I only have one colleague of color,
Might feel my agony,
Go as far as to say he's my brother,
Goes by DeAnthony.

I have another friend that's very strange,
Would've been a farmer,
Back in the day because he's very plain,
My dear old friend Carter.

Another crazy friend that thinks like me,
Life force leaking resin,
Very nice but absolutely crazy,
Hawaiian friend Aeson.

Another friend that is nice and quiet,
She is quite the fella,
On the inside, she seems to be crying,
My good-souled friend, Ella.

I had talked about the one I love more,
Cause love is not friendship,
Even though she is considered a *****,
Love forever endless.

Friendship is selfish, cure your own boredom,
Therefore, it's not like love,
Love wants to make you solve other's problems,
Any problems thereof.
Inspired by Edgar Allen Poe's, "Annabel Lee"
display Oct 2018
our hands intertwined in blood
our eyes dance across the field in horror
this nightmare i live, for you who hates me so
our words ran through even farther than steel
your eyes kingdoms in my soul once more
you have gone onto what we could not
tears stream as they breathe our ash
even then i fight blind and crippled
my hand in yours

this love is fake in my darkness,
yet i hold her hand
my everything now another's as i fight a losing battle
i scream with no voice my words bouncing colour
i grow cold without your warmth
wont you hold us again?

my storm has no end in this blessing rain
i still scream for your eyes i feel them yet
wont you feel mine as well amica mea
i die in the cold without you
there is no birth for monsters

how is it to have lived and breathed and loved only to be loved without you
amica mea- my love
Infensio intentitus- intention of the troops
Arcassin B Oct 2018
By Arcassin Burnham

Save me , same me from this here fate.
I, I will never be faced with this.
I use to be a scrawny kid fighting the ups and downs.
I, I can't make any sense of this.

Special special people looking close to evil,
They don't even know it.
If your all up in my timeline blasting , cursing
my name , karma will know it.
I use to be embarrassed as much they wanted,
I'll turn into two personalities flaunted,
And until I do turn 22 I'll always make good intentions for you
Even I the nights where I feel like I'm really wanted.

Save me , same me from this here fate.
I, I will never be faced with this.
I use to be a scrawny kid fighting the ups and downs.
I, I can't make any sense of this.
©abpoetry2018

https://arcassin.blogspot.com/2018/10/scrawny.html
Xion Oct 2018
how do you help someone
who doesn't know what the problem is
how do you protect them
from their own mind
how do you stop them
from facing their demons alone
how do you save someone
who can't be rescued

how do i help myself
how do i help
how
I do some weird things.
I say some weird things.
I am bored and looking for a reaction.
My habits floored and looking for a faction.
I haven't had anyone to hang out with since I was seven.
And that best friend was exiled when I was eleven.
So now I wait.
Ponder what it would be like in heaven.
Then I state.
I am annoying and irritating, disgusting and rude.
Smart alic, stupid, and never really a dude.
I wish I was better, not so crude.
But I have not pushed past my limits,
So I stay in a feud.
Each thing I do only in a mood.
I have no real friends,
Problems without that being pursued.
I mean I have nobody I hang out with.
Probably nobody who to me wouldn't have a doubt with.
I think I can just go without this.
But I don't know if this loneliness is what I am about with.
I try to talk an make jokes.
Yet I am not funny, and my ideas are just yolks.
I am not relate-able.
Just debatable.
And for most people.
Disliked and seen as unstable.
Hard to make friends, too lazy to keep friends.
I keep asking, working,

Asking and Working
         Asking and Working
                  asking and Working

Hey,
   I will handle your problem?
'Your,'

issue?

I see a similar problem?
       Can you handle my errors after. . .
I try to resolve,
               your
                                         Problems?

Amanda Kay Burke Oct 2018
I carry caution with your many compliments
In my center grows cool hesitation
My heart has turned bitter and cold for protection
A solitary sorrow circles my soul in rotation

Hope you take necessary steps
Better yourself and circumstances
Quit stirring up problems voluntarily
Expecting endless charity and chances

I am jaded, your mask is lifted
Now I wish to be blind once more
I've shed the ignorance keeping my joy in
Since I peeled it off can't be happy anymore
Ignorance really is bliss...
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