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William Troup Sep 24
Us
Us,
   alone,
   time effaced!
   Eyes, still red laced,
      clean the shelves our ego did lowly set!
      Advise still buried in a mind reset
   where thee, with heart,
   torn apart ...
   atone,
Us!
A Simillacrum Sep 21
I love the scratch and sniff.
I love the body whiff.
I love the ****** and smash.
I love the mind crash.

Such a sweet and salty face.
What a beautiful place.
Single wide, double or?
What future sits in store?

None for me?
None for you?
Look at us.
Look at you.

Apache beard.
A. Patch. iieh.
Nn, so desu ne.
Butter bean.

Cream white dream.
But sorta pink.
Big Virge Sep 19
What Will It Take ... ?  
For Us To See ...  
  
We're Facing The END ...
of ... " Humanity " ... !?!  
  
Tragedies ...  
From RISING SEAS ... !!!  
  
FLOODING ...  
Far Too ... FREQUENTLY ... !!!  
In Places That Water ...  
Just ... Should NOT Be ... ?!?  
  
KILLING Sprees ...  
From Kids To ... Trees ...  
  
NATURAL Things ...  
CAN'T Cop A ... " Plea " ... !!!  
  
It Just REACTS ...  
With ... VIOLENT Seas ... !!!  
  
Hurricane Winds ...  
and ... Tsunamis ... !!!!!  
  
Meantime ... " We " ...  
Create ... " ARMIES " ...  
  
SURELY ....  
This WON'T Set Us Free ... ?!!!?  
  
Waging WARS ...  
To Find Some Peace ... ???  
  
This Makes ...  
Little Sense To Me ....  
  
WHO Is ........................ FREE ..... ?!?!?  
  
From ... ****** Sprees ... ?!?  
  
It Seems That People ...  
WANT To ... See ...  
  
The Death of ...  
... ALL HUMANITY ... !?!  
  
SO MANY ... " Grieve " ...  
From Being Bereaved ...  
  
It Seems We Just ...  
Have NOT Achieved ...  
A Way For ... ALL ...  
To Be .... " HAPPY " ....  
  
Death Is ... NATURAL ...  
Just Like ... " BIRTH " ...  
  
But Guns Are Things ...  
That PEOPLE Work ... !!!  
  
Was KILLING ... " Really " ...  
Part of The ... " Plan " ... ?!?!?  
  
If It ... IS ...  
We'll Soon Be ****** ... !!!!  
cos' Nature Now Is KILLING Man ...  
Women ... and YES Their Children ... !?!?!?!  
  
It May Seem That ...  
I Don't Hold Much Hope ...  
  
But Writing Things ...  
Helps Me To ... " Cope " ... !!!  
  
COPE With PRESSURES ...  
We ... Create ...  

and Try To Find ...  
A ... BETTER Fate ...  
Than DYING ...  
cos' I Got ... IRATE ...  
and Punched Someone ...  
With ... BULLETS To SPRAY ... !!!!!  
  
See ... " Poetry " ...  
REALLY ... Helps Me ...  
To Deal With STRESS ...  
and .... REALITY ....  
  
cos' Things I Write ...  
May ... DARKEN Light ...  
  
But DARKNESS Roams ...  
Our Streets At Night ... !!!!!  
  
But MANY Think ...  
This ... ISN'T Right ... ?!?  
  
Well I Suggest ...  
You Check The News ...  
  
Look and SEE ...  
How Many ... DIE ... !!!  
  
NOT Because ...  
They've Reached ....................................... " Old Age ".  
  
But ...  
BECAUSE of ... Someone's RAGE ... !!!!!  
  
Words I ... " Put " ...  
From Pen To Page ...  
Stake My CLAIM ...  
To Be ... " Poetry's Sage " ...  
  
Worthy of A Place ...  
On ... " ANY Stage " ... !!!  
  
So ...  
What Will It Take ...  
For Me To ... BREAK ...  
The Barriers Placed ...  
In Front of Me ...  
  
By Those Thinking ...  
  
... " WHO IS HE !?! " ...
  
THOSE Who Think ...  
I SHOULDN'T Say ...  
The Things I SAY ... !!!!!!  
  
WHY NOT Talk ...  
About ... Today ... ?!?  
  
cos' Life Right Now ...  
Is NOT ... " A Game " ... !!!  
  
I'm TRYING To Find ...  
A ... BETTER WAY ...  
For ... US To Be ...  
So WE Can CLAIM ...  
  
A Future FILLED ...  
With ... BRIGHTER Days ... !!!  
  
FREEDOM ..................................................  
WITHOUT .................................................................­........... Disarray ... !!!!!  
  
Places Where ...  
Our Kids CAN PLAY ...  
WITHOUT Violence .....  
  
... On DISPLAY ... !!!!!!  
  
DON'T YOU ...  
WANT That TOO ... ?!!!?  
  
I'd LIKE To Think ...  
That SOME OF YOU ... DO ... !!!  
  
But So Far ...  
I've NOT Seen Much Proof ... !!!
  
Sherlock ... I'm NOT ...  
So ... Give Us A Clue ... ???  
  
DON'T BE ................................. "shy" .........  
PLEASE .... Share Your Views ....  
  
But ....  
MAKE SURE That ...  
You're Being ... TRUE ... !!!  
  
DON'T Tell ME LIES ... !!!  
  
You'll Be ... SURPRISED ...  
What You Might Find ...  
That I Am Like ...........................................  
  
AWAY From .................................................................­........ " A Mic' " ........  
  
We May Not Have ....  
Such ... DIFFERENT Plights ... ???  
  
Just DON'T ... " PRESUME " ...  
You'll ... ALWAYS LIKE ...  
Thoughts I HOLD ... "Inside My Mind" ...  
  
I CAN BE ....  
Pretty HARD Sometimes ...
  
But That's Because ...  
I've Had A ... HARD LIFE ... !!!  
  
NOT .... "POVERTY FILLED" .... !!!!!!  
  
But ...
Money DOESN'T ...  
Save The ... ILL ... !!!  
  
and CERTAINLY DOESN'T ...  
Help You ... " Chill " ... !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  
  
This HAS BEEN ....  
Our ... BIG MISTAKE ... !!!!!  
  
Money DOES NOT ...  
Make You ... " GREAT " ... !!!  
  
COME ON NOW ... !!!  
For ... HEAVENS SAKE ... !!!!  
  
I'd Rather ... " FIND " ...  
A TRUE ... " Soul Mate " ...  
Than Have Enough Cash ...  
To Buy The WHOLE CAKE ... !!!!!  
  
One Thing You CAN'T BUY ...  
Is ... Your Own FATE ... !!!  
  
Can't We See ...............  
That We Would Be ....  
  
Much BETTER Placed ...  
  
If We ...  

ACCEPTED Each Other ...  
Regardless of ......  
  
... " Our Gender or Race " ...  
  
I WANT To See ...  
A ... " PEACE FILLED State " ...  
  
So ...  
Let Me Ask You THIS ...  
  
... " What Will It Take ? " ...
It was the situation in New Orleans at the time, that inspired this. The pitiful response, and lack of any kind of urgency to help the poor, angered and saddened me.

I guess people should be thankful it wasn't the current president managing the situation, now THAT would be depressing !

Not that Mr. Bush proved himself to be of a more compassionate breed, in the slightest !
Mitch Prax Sep 15
How much good must I
do in order to redeem
myself of my sins?

9:29 PM
15/9/19
Max Aug 6
The night silence screams in my ears after I startle awake.

Another nightmare.

The crying whistle of iron, wood and fletching echoes in the night
Memories of a dead mother sinking in a sea of vibrant autumn leaves
dead eyes commanding me to run
but I don't run

The girl needs me.

Tanya, child of chains, of blood, of regret, of sin, of... hope.

She taught regret like its something I lost
Like it wasn't torn from my chest and replaced with hammers
and blades and chains and blood dripping in silence

I see in her eyes a seed, something that grows in a land that hasn't seen green in a century
And footsteps in the night herald our death, heed my words, a life of such misery and cruelty brings only misery and cruelty in return.

We tear our skin on greedy grasping and groping thorns
fleeing the howls another night again

Black hair like the stars were plucked from the sky just to give something to liken it to
Brown eyes that sound like chains rattling on stone, so I don't forget my promises.
She speaks of hope, as if it's something tangible and abundant, enough for everyone.
But like a stubborn candlelight in the winter night, fighting the wind for survival, it does warmy my heart.

Perhaps the road does not have to end.
Perhaps we have bled and fought and wept enough, and we have finally paid our dues.
Perhaps we can find it in ourselves to find forgiveness for the wicked things we have done, and if not, at least we have found forgiveness in each other.

Perhaps life without pain is possible.

...

The night no longer screams silently, but speaks the hidden language of footsteps, of drawn daggers and ill intent.
Years turned a child into the promise of a young woman.
The promise of a life lived in peace.
But as I know, the enemy of peace is the cutting midnight whistle of an arrow, and the earth itself opening up to swallow anything I hold dear.
She sinks into a sea of dead leaves and tides of blood.

It was not a ******. It was a theft.

A theft of the last good thing in the world.
The last star in the sky, snuffed out, to leave all in darkness.

A theft of a promise, made to a naive child in early summer.
Where once a promise stood, now a blade named Vengance.

A theft of lives, not one.
But regret was not something I lost. It was torn from me. The ones who gave me my hammers and blades are the ones who took my child.

And now, I go to return my hammers and my blade.

And to take back my regret.
A poem about a couple of characters I've written. The main character was as a child taken by a ruthless gang of outlaws. They killed his mother in front of him as they attempted to flee.

The gang took the boy in and trained him to be one of their own, making him their de-facto torturer, his prefered tool being hammers, hence the title.

During a raid, the main character finds a young girl hiding in a house, and he takes pity on her and takes her as his own, and by doing so incurred the wrath of the outlaws. The main character and the girl fled into the woods and lived many years as quietly as they could, the girl teaching him to be good and kind, and to seek redemption for the people he had hurt.

Eventually, the outlaws find them and as a petty act of revenge they attack them both, killing the girl. The main character takes up his sword again after many years and heads to **** the outlaws.

(For anyone curios, it wasn't mentioned in the poem; but after the main character wreaks havoc on the outlaws, he lives a life of kindness, redemption, and peace.)
Omi Aug 2
On this day, I was broken
On this day, my world stopped 
On this day, my life was reduced
On this day, pain consumed me 
and this consumption never left 

I went to bed broken-hearted 
I woke up broken-hearted 
My life was pain 
Pain was all I knew 
I wept until I could weep no more 

My spirit was locked in a dark room 
It was empty 
reason departed me 
there was nothing 
I had nothing 

My joy was stolen 
My labour unfavoured
I screamed
Yelled 

Suicide was a friend 
Depression my lover
Bitterness my worship 

I tried to pray
I tried to believe, 
but my mind could not. 

My spirit and flesh
withered,
but still my soul thirsted. 

It searched;
Hoped 
Prayed 
Believed 
Submitted 
Fought 
To find God. 

It knew
He is my answer 
The truth and the way 
The truth is God 
and in Him 
I rested.
You don’t realise God is all you need until God is all you’ve got.
M C Jul 31
Oops,
I've sprung a leak.
Eyes stare on in disbelief
while the soul seeps; loose fluids leave.
The high is passed the peak.
Senses ascend to heaven and hear Myself speak.
The body is numb.
Arriving
to find passion is gone.
Self-destruction to atone.
Through drift of days
comes rest in space and silence.
What’s past is ours to release,
God’s to redeem.
Scattered seeds of truth,
once sown in love or violence,
when yielded to His hands
may bloom in glorious gleam.
~~~
Roy-Jax Jul 29
If God is my king
n I'm the son of God
That means I'm a prince

C i am just human
I know that I'm flawed
That's why there's forgiveness

Forgiveness from Jesus
Just know he is Lord
He'll free u from distress
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