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that over millenia
major religions have advocated peace
their adherents have been slaughtering each other    
     supposedly in the name of their assorted gods
more than any other known species

why is it
that in my maturity
(which people usually call old age ...)
I‘m getting so *******
with politicians who seem not to see
the obvious solution to a problem
but find elaborate fake excuses
just so they can get re-elected

why is it
that for Europe it‘s so difficult
to find a way for refugees to be accepted
with respect and  dignity

why is it
that the USA apparently forgets it‘s been the country
living off its (il)legal immigrants for centuries
and now simply ignores the words
they put onto their Statue of Liberty

why is it?!??
Miss Clofullia Jun 2018
Let's NOT forget how fragile we are,
with all our fears and problems,
staring at a delicate image of us,
while others gaze at the sky.

we used to leave our homes thinking
that we’re going to change the world,
but all we do now is close the door behind us
thinking that we’re going to change two metros and three buses on our way
to work.

Fake fears.
False problems.
Unreal image.
The only thing that’s fragile in the room is the mirror.

our vulnerability is one of our main strengths,
our ugliness is, actually, the beauty that others seek for,
our “shower/grower”, “pear/apple”, “spit/swallow”, “oral/normal” abilities are not on anyone’s interest list,
other than the one made-up in our head

stress creates distress.

Let’s NOW forget how fragile we are and start living a little!
Frank Discussion Jun 2018
Under the bitter sunshine,
You had to beg me to be still.
Still I could not contain my thoughts
Of how all these things had come and gone.

So, people the boards with those who play their parts,
Those who no longer want to feel strong.
We wither under your watchful gaze,
We crumble under your wrath and scorn.

We didn’t choose to have our hearts
So empty, yet so full of dirt.
I didn’t want to drink my weight
In this poison of my father’s choice.

Now as we lay in broken beds,
Not alone, but still apart,
I will dream upon that summer’s day
And lament the loss of your civility.
For anyone who's ever had to live with mental illness.
AW Jun 2018
I am a demon,  who's causing your internal bleeding.
You've made contract with me, I did not force you to agree.
Just once you wanted to feel strong, but I shatter these mortals all along.
I am in charge of your body, having full control, that's my hobby.
I can do everything with your soul, it will burn like coal.

Tasty, how I am feasting on your miserable feelings.
You beg me to leave, but not as long as you breathe.
Death, that's the only way out, there's nothing else, I doubt.
I can feel your body aching, but soon the pain will be fading.
Just end your agony already, suicide is the only thing which is necessary.

Don't try to resist, look at you, you can't even endure to exist.
I am waiting for the moment, for you to yell: PLEASE END THIS TORMENT.
Let me fulfill your wish, I am giving you the Death's Kiss.
These are the last seconds for you and finally you got through.
Now I am unleashed, this time I'll remain undefeated.
AW Jun 2018
Just a fading soul
may it contain all the strength
to arrive heaven
AW Jun 2018
A hole deeper than the ocean and time passes in slow motion. I am falling down and the light is fading. I seem to lose my hope, as I see new problems waving.

I am close to hit the ground, to earth I will be bound.
I rather rise, but that's not possible in a world of ice and when I look in other peoples eyes, the only thing I see are lies.

There's nothing I could call my own, one of the reasons that I always feel alone, I've got a smile on my face, but I live my life with disgrace.

I remain silent, but my feelings almost feel violent.
There's a war inside my head, caused by many and it has not ended yet.

A victim of my own, and my heart feels like a stone.
I can't win a war inside my head, which is declared by and against me, if I could, I would just flee.

There's a gate, which can be unlocked anytime, but once it's open, there's no turning back, just take a sharp tool and end this life of a fool.

Life could've been so easy, but it was not for me,
it was filled with misery and it almost led me to a killing spree, but I am still here, thinking about many things, just as I end this text, my mood swings.
AW Jun 2018
I don't want to die
can't see a reason to live
so what should I do
Rezium Jun 2018
Honor your mother and Father
It's a hard constant thought
It's been taught
So many times yet I can never keep that locked

I honor her even though she's dead
I honor him yet he's gone too
Seeing him though is a pack of lies
All I see is a glutenous fool
So spare your "tries"
I'm not your misconcepted tool
It's not what a dad does

You can call him by a title yet his colors will show another .

Sugar coat it like I'm a naive child but after a while
I saw that smile become a...
Liar.
Trust me you say
"YOU'LL NEVER TAKE THAT TODAY!"
s t o p  i t

I've had 3 and believe me they have names...
But they are set by me.
Grand
Liar
Tryer
And don't try buying tryer cause liar could never be the supplier like the grand who showed me I can go higher than all of...Cliars

But what does it matter when you're a brick wall who shuns me...
A holy Trinity but more earthly.
Grand if you can read this, thank you.
Liar, hope you're safe but buzz off
Tryer, test me and you'll be on the ground soon
AW Jun 2018
I've got no idea what to write, it feels like every idea wants to hide.
But I am diggin' deep, until I fall asleep, while sitting here tight.
I am stressed out, but may not speak that out loud, since I want you to be proud.

This part kinda ******, well as I said my mind is kinda f*cked.
Not everday I can perfom at my best, sometimes I just need a little rest.
So I might want to confess, I am currently not making any progress.

It's late in the night, soon the sun brings us back the light.
I feel kinda tired, but I don't want to give up now, even if my eyelids drop low.
My brain is working hard, as I see sunshine appearing in the front yard.

So early, but yet so late, I guess my readers actually do have to wait.
Obviously this wasn't serious, I don't want them to be furious.
Everyone knows that I am a mastermind, as I present you this new poem, which I just have designed.

I hope you really enjoy reading, this last part shouldn't really be missleading.
I don't think that good about myself, I ain't better than anyone else.
So I am done with the whole, and now I have reached my goal.
Kewayne Wadley Jun 2018
Things between us have changed.
Pretending only presents the underlying problem.
We spend our time in seperate rooms.
The television on two seperate channels.
Still unable to find what we're looking for.
Demanding peace unwilling to press for change.
The thing's we said we'd never do.
Complete faith that we'd never walk pass each other.
So much as a single word.
Strangers in wait that it will get better.
If it isn't you, I can't go on.
Good or bad.
Being forced to pretend that everything is alright.
Another show airs.
Demanding attention else where.
I am trying,
But can't keep flipping past the infomercials without being tempted.
Searching for a happy ending
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