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Sethnicity Mar 2018
Those who choose to dig deeper
must be willing to accept the dirt as truth
and the mess as proof
The only resolve is sharing tha loot
with those who seek not to be aloof  
those who can recycle  
improve reuse
Otherwise your pursuit becomes futile and vanity in roots
That holds you trapped in a place that never bore fruit.

Like a Pirate
Tied to a ship
who's sunken into
frozen winter drifts
Yelling at everyone who passes by
Uneffected Bitter Colder Less Productive
An Ivory Tusk Burned in private on public telivision
What is gained in the retelling and redistribution of historic ills should always be measured by the need and desire to cultivate future enrichment and wisdom from the source not fashioned into a rusted sword to beheld in anger and revenge...
That is to say the value in revitalizing history is never found in giving it teeth but giving it light and understanding.
Fighting an everlasting battle
That no one can win
I've been holding my ground
But I've forgotten what my footprints look like and the pattern at the bottom of my shoe when I've made progress
Aaron LaLux Mar 2018
Your Story

What trauma do you hide,
behind that fine smile of yours,
see with trauma mine isn’t necessarily mine,
and yours isn’t necessarily yours,

there’s no need to hide,
we’re all on the same boat,
see there can be an infinite amount of meaning,
for the same quote,

so what traumaa so you hide,
and which do you not,
an understatement would be to say,
that we’ve had a lot,
because we’ve had it all,
at the top of the top,
and still they keep bringing us more,
another top off another bottle brought,

it just doesn’t stop,

and in order to finish something,
first you have to start,
need to let go of who we were,
to be who we are,

so tell me your story,
how did you find yourself here,
please express to me everything,
please express to me without fear,
because the only way to get through the fog,
is to be absolutely clear,
so tell me your version of your self in 1st person,
and please remember to be absolutely clear,

communicate,
openly,
and that should restore the Love we hope for,
at least hopefully,

open please,
reveal so we can heal,
don’t let those wounds fester,
let them be revealed,

let the sun shine in,
bleach the bones from your closet,
I am open to anything you have to say,
as long as it is honest,

so tell me,
what traumas do you hide?

∆ LaLux ∆
Mane Omsy Feb 2018
Second chances, fresh piece
Guilty of being nice, cruelty
Knocks on the door proved
How much I was *******
Celebrate death on the string
You don’t have the guts now
Later, regret you’ve done right
Something special with you
It’s labelled on your head
You are different, let them ****
Mosquitoes die with a slap
Look yourself on the mirror
Put your mind fixed on good
Reel beef with the powerful
Save a lot of time without pawns
Move the queen and check mate
Proceed to be the first to act
Building a concrete base down
Stay on the top later, haters fade
Khaniek Feb 2018
I understand my selfishness now.
I’ve been greedy and careless with my wants and desires.
My world isn’t just about me,
So,
Here is my apology.

No one was allowed to get close.
No, I didn’t want you in. I needed control of every feeling and if you threatened that you were done away with.

Even now I am content with loneliness but it’s unfair for me to expect you to feel the same.
I had an epiphany or maybe you could call it divine intervention.
God loves me. I mean, He loves everybody, but when I think about the thoughts that I have and things I haven’t said,
He still loves me.
I’m sorry. .
I don’t know how to express the things going on in my head.
And what I’m writing probably doesn’t make sense,
I just thought it unfair that I wouldn’t do the same.
Allow them close.
You know,
the people who care.
Still, I am a work in progress.
At least I’m aware..?
I won’t promise to let you in or even invite you closer,
And I’m not saying it will never happen either..
Just not now.
I’m still learning love, to love.
Sombro Feb 2018
Forests flicker
Candles take mass and lower
Tones across our attention
People rattle cages
Cages fall away
People miss the bars
People choke on the open air

Humans, a special species,
Learning to hate the jewelry of simply cropped things
Leaning in, our own self-pity, driving the broad nostrils pumping air
To our big brains
What wheels may turn from human wants
What frames shudder onward, hoping
To be what the dew can be, simple, clean
Part of what it is

How foolish,
To want what you lose by wanting
To fear what you feed by fearing
But that's mankind, the special ape,
See I'm so simple I wrote mankind
As if the women weren't the same
Or all those inbetween.

In itself it's broken, this toothy thing we churn on
Gears wearing stories, cogs telling lies
It's all so simply pointless, all pillows to the philosophy
Which we learnt from birth
Mankind's bane,
Mankind's death
Mankind's success
And ever more
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