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Lottie Jul 2015
Strangle me with hope,
Chain me up with promises
And beat me with yours lies.
Ghelli Jul 2015
i'm looking for the switch
that i know must be there

it's like groping for the light in an unfamiliar room
all i can feel is the rough and rusty edge of an old filing cabinet
of a mouldy moving box,
and so i move deeper into the room
and trip over all the things i threw in there

but i still have to look at them

why didn't i have the foresight to clear a path? and why can't i find the switch?

i don't want to feel so powerfully. i need to find the switch and turn it off. Rip the nubbin out of the wall and eat it like a pill. Class A prescription for the pain. This is why i avoid making connections. i have a weak immune system and i catch feelings like the plague so that all i see are stars and bars.

i feel awash in an ocean of inadequacy and you ask me how i can't see what you see and it's because i can't find that ******* switch. when i think about it i fall about in stitches, while she wishes i wouldn't worry her but how can i even begin to relate when all i've ever felt is alone.

Brief flashes of warmth, and I can already feel the heat fading. i can read you too well and i can see too many steps ahead. so that i charge bravely into that new world knowing full well that in the end i will be alone again and you will have moved above me. all i can see are stars and bars.

i wish i could find the switch.

nick
Cerberus Mar 2015
I had stepped the footfalls a million times yet never herd them echo as hauntingly as they did at this very moment.
I had gone mad but unlike most I was fully aware of my condition I simply didn't care of it's effect on others.

The streets were empty and my footsteps easily herd for all and not a single soul to give a **** about .
I took the final swig from the pint then threw it against the wall in the alley.

Let them wake for those who sleep are happy to only exist.
Few people ever truly live.
They dream why dream when you can do?

Cowards they all were I feared nothing and didn't allow myself to be shamed into repressing my wants .
A book no matter it's age is simply just that powerless without the reader.

Follow nothing but the whim of your every desire .
I haunted these streets and laughed at the fools I disturbed far to eager to return to the factory then drop dead when they retire .

How I yearned to set them free.
Isn't it funny how reasonable insanity can truly be?
Graff1980 Mar 2015
Queen to Osiris
Gleaming Iris
Goddess’s’ power
Took all the pieces
To put her lover
Back together
Under the cover
Of Ra’s radiance
Feminine power
Birthing history
So how is her story
Stolen and forgotten
Name subverted
By sons she never gave birth to
Nations under another religion
Violence
Silencing the feminine mystique
Shrouding beauty and wisdom
Beyond black veils
Of bullets and ****** bodies
Instead of concealing their sickness
Behind the Muslim Religion
They should take another name
Like crazy murdering *******
Justin G Jan 2015
A heart lost in vanity

                                              Will service and suffice
                          
                         My Lack of paradise  

      May all my enemies Die

 From a heart of Envy
    
                                 May their hopes descend into Despair

         No need for friends or Family

                                All I desire in this world is

                                             Glitter
    ­                                             &
                                              Gold

        ­                     I only require the Finer things
                                            
             ­                                      The Shiny things

                  They are the fuel to my

                                            
Greed


                       They are the *Love
of my life
                                    
                 My nutritious Diet

      My everyday Health plan

                My Psychologist
      
                        They keep my eyes Green

                                        They keep me going

    They keep me Safe

                                                       ­ They keep me Sane.
            

                                         V
                                           A
                                              N
               ­                             I
                                  ­           T
                                           Y


                       Oh how I have succumbed to it's beauty

             Its Art                                             
            ­                                                     
  It's Terror  
                              It's Pleasure                        

                                                           Its Life  

                       It's Wonder

                 The sensation it brings me is Unworldly              
   
                             I had to Devour its taste

             I needed to Sink my teeth

  Into its Succulent
          
                             Irresistibe  

                                      Tranquility

         ­                                          The Honesty 

     ­                                   It Possesses  

                         Is Euphoric in nature. 
                             
                                                 They say I am Addicted
                
                    Delusional
                                                            And Shallow
                
        But I say they are Conflicted

                                                 ­             Envious

                    And Callow.


                           *A heart full of vanity
                                         Had thee eyes of insanity
This was originally going to be another 10w poem, but I ended up being bombarded with ideas and conjuring up this materialistic and crazed individual. I hope you enjoyed reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it. : )
Crystal Erickson Dec 2014
Drazen days abrasing me
to launch myself into delinquency.
The selfish truths we plead
and cry no heed,
to those who beg for our attentions.
The masses play to the puppeteers whims.
They dance this way, they spin that way.
They fall and rise and stumble through the lies.
The whole while everyone laughing inside.....
Believing themselves to be superior.
What foolish games we live by here.
The present now has lost sight of it all,
their "souls" are lost,
and wandering farther from whats real.
I am alone here in this place.
The place they carelessly erase.
Where shall I go when all is gone?
No where to be, no more song.
I seem to be the only one with resistance....
I am trapped and can't find the distance....
To place between myself and their existence.


© Crystal Erickson  04/10/08
Ever been in a public place and look around and see people going about their daily lives.  Like if they are in some perfectly normal world where everything is the way it should be.  Like there's no hunger and starving and war and dis pare.  Like they are better then everyone else and deserve whatever wealth they have.  Society doesn't care what its doing to our planet or our species.  People just allow it to happen and go along with it and do what they think their "Betters" tell them to.  I can not get my head around the sheep mentality that our society has.  How the people of our nation flock and follow without question.  Is there nothing inside that tells them this is wrong!
Mark Ball Aug 2014
That
Self-Made
Noose
Is
Living proof
Of our
Existence.
Something different
Zoe R Codd Jul 2014
Sometimes I feel as if
You have something to say;
Like it is on the tip of your tongue...
But you push it away,
And swallow those words
That would create sentences,
Which would develop paragraphs
That would have meaning.
Those significant phrases-
Shunned and Lost,
Deep into the depths
Of your conscience.
I do realize that this
May seem like over-analyzation,
But I see a glimmer in your eye
That deserves to turn into
Fireworks.
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