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Deepak shodhan Jun 2015
If I could see only dishonesty and corruption
I wish I was blind
If i could hear only evil
I wish I was deaf
If I could speak only stupidity
and nonsense
I wish I was dumb
If I couldnt use my hands
to help others
I wish I was a torso
If I could be cruel and selfish
I wish I was dead
Because, there is no use
to be alive
When we are not able to
show any resposibility to
the world!
----de3pak
Notes (optional)
Brenda E Suhan Jun 2015
I’m not Careless
(But I’m not Careful).
I’m not Reckless
(But I’m not Mindful).

Why can’t Helpless and Careless conceive,
and why can only Reckless and Blameful breed?
Why is it that I swaddle Responsibility, the daughter of Action?
Why is it that I nurse Responsibility, the sister of Reaction?
For how many nights must I be disturbed by Responsibility’s cries?
She is your child, not mine
(But at the market, they all mistake me for the mother).
And somewhere you sleep soundly -
While here I weep silently,
failing to calm the screams of a weary infant hovering over my heart.

Would you say I’m less than because
I refuse to be Shameful?
Would you say you’re Regretful
or just Remorseless?
Will you father Responsibility,
or will I tuck her in every night?

I can’t answer for you
(But I’m not Voiceless):
None of this makes me less than a woman,
I can say what I’m not
(But I know what I am):
Powerful.

-bes-
Sourodeep May 2015
With tireless dedication

it reminds me, ticking patiently

that was a past occasion ,

what will be , is a future liability.
consequences are our decisions and actions of the past.
Akhil Bhadwal May 2014
Resting in peace, here are those
Who have got, no self to loose
A silent aura, enshrouding this cemetery
Retires them, from life' s *****

What is it, that they want to tell us
Are they really left, or present among us
Whatever they will be doing, in their afterlife
Surely they shed their divine blessings, upon us

A layman writes this rhyme, while having a gaze at it
His heart will always be lit, by a light
Of respect, which everyone should follow, for their sakes too
As this is the ending, of every individual bit


|AB|
Written in a a b a rhyme scheme, it is based on a cemetery. The main motivation and inspiration behind this poem is that we should respect cemeteries by keeping them clean and managed, as it is a place for people, where they can eternally rest.
AJ May 2015
My heart pounds inside my chest and I can feel my anxiety increasing
I've never been anxious
My two bestfriends are drowning and I don’t know how to swim
Which do I save?
Can I go in after both?
But I can't tread water or even doggy paddle
Wait…I actually have a slight fear of water
But I have to go, I have to try

I can feel the water creeping up my legs
I keep walking steadily, careful not to lose my footing
Got **** it's cold, they must be freezing
I walk faster now, in waste deep
I keep hearing my name in silent cries
They are pleading for me to hurry with their worried eyes
**** where'd she go?
I can’t see her head
I can see his hand
I try to yell "I’m here, I’m here!! I’m coming"
but a tidal wave comes and takes me under
 
I remember she said being around me makes her fearful
Her fears of me made me remember why
I’m flooded with thoughts of my past
Images that can’t be erased no matter how much I’ve changed
No matter how much time has passed
I can’t let myself drown, she needs me
 
Noo! I'm here I can save you this time
I can rescue you, hold you
And your fears of me will be no more
I will be your hero and not your destroyer

 
I resurface and try swimming towards her
But just as my head peeps above the water
A thick cloud of smoke blurs my vision
**** **** ****! I can’t see!
I realize he's trying to get my attention
“Come my way” he's pleading
It looks like he's relaxing on the water
Floating
But it's all a show, I know
He's a sinker
 
That used to be our past time
chilling, relaxing, smoking
But now he is choking on his hobby
**** did I let this happen?
The ominous smoke cloud is hovering above him
spreading in the wind
I know he can’t breathe…
 
I’m overwhelmed and want to yell “Help!”
But nah, I got this
They can't know I'm **** near drowning too
They can’t see the tears running down my face
Thank goodness we are in water
Wait ****...we're in water
Don't panic
Relax.
Breathe.

 
The faster I move, the further into the abyss I go
The harder it is for me to see them
I can no longer hear their cries or see their bodies
 
****. The sun's going down
It’s slowly starting to set.
I have to get to them before night fall
Don't give up.
Don’t
Give
Up.
They're counting on you

 
I turn back...
 
As soon as I reach land I drag my body across the dirt
Ahh yes! Over there!
I get my life boat and return to the water more at ease.
I can do this.
My confidence is back.
I close my eyes and feel their heartbeats traveling through the air
It's like a magnet.
 
Times running out but I will save them
 
Paddle
Faster.
Paddle
Faster!
Tick
Tock
Tick
Tock
 
I don't know if I can reach them before the darkness surrounds them
All I know is I will reach them and pull them aboard
Even if it's dark, at least we will see the light
*Together.
depression is a *****. it affects every one, even those not directly experiencing it
Peartini Dec 2014
He's my Fleur de lis.
My hot fantasy.
In charge.
On large responsibility.
To me. For me. By Me.
Into me.
His mouth His Body. H. I. S.
Not his turn. His Property; I
Tap it. Turn it. Wake me up.
******. Romantic. Redemantic.
Pax Apr 2015

I bathe in milk
The Ripples along the water are as fine as silk
NO! This is not something I fancy
In life, sometimes you just want to try
In the end we just have to stop the stupid lie.
To live or die
To breathe or just drown
Seems everybody wears a crown
NO! I lost mine a long time ago.
Perhaps temporary is all I could have, so I dare go…
Grab what’s on hand
Never expecting high demand
Then I get lost, soaked
And a little broke
To start a new beginning
Is still out of reach, I’m screeching…
Not in pain but in the cloud that blocks the way
Wishing the fear will stay at bay
Never reaching my awful screeching
Oh CHOICES! I wish I ACTED ON YOU differently
NOT fearing disappointing those who support me.
But hey! What is done cannot be undone
I stand in what I’ve chosen, I never run…
I tried my best to stop my mouth
From reasoning-in or reasoning-out
For your choice is your own responsibility
So I stop blaming others for my problematic probability
I bathe again, in warm water this time
Hoping to wash away the disease that struck me
Faults of my own neglect
Laziness and Tiresome – and its ripple effects
Now I fear I’ll drown…

........... a type of monologues i guess....
partly inspired by this photo:
http://manuelestheim.deviantart.com/art/On-drowning-393658861

a friend of mine hit something when she said:

Sometimes we are all afraid of drowning in the choices we have made. But there's nothing to do but go on. The water of time washes many things away.
somun Apr 2015
a milliseconds is need for knowing to me
a second is need for knowing to me
a minute is need for knowing to me
a hour is need for knowing to me
a day is need for knowing to me
a week is need for knowing to me
a month is need for knowing to me
a year is need for knowing to me
age to age are need for knowing to me
why I come in this world?
what is my main responsibility in here?
why I will die?????????????????????
Rhianecdote Apr 2015
Looking to the Lost
To find yourself

But you won't

Cause two lost
people together
Only ever stay lost.

But at least then
they may just
get lost in each other.
I'm tired of being lost. It's like I'm playing a game of hide and seek by myself! Time to take a look in the mirror...
Austin Heath Apr 2015
If your question was a tree,
the answers would be the fruit
and every one
is ripe
and low hanging,

yet somehow you manage to partake
in a feast of rot and harvest sickness
where fertility is rampant.

Withheld fortunes of spring's past
spoiled in the jar,
yeah, you ****** it up.
It was really simple too,
but you break your own themes
over your knees to be correct.

You fail anyways.
White noise in sheets like
rain over your party
and your guests burn you
for treachery.

Whether you assume responsibility,
or it is forced upon you
these consequences will be yours.
The answer is simple then really;
Don't **** up.
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