My life's shoelaces are always a little loose.
At any moment I could come undone
and trip over my own two feet.
Fall headlong
with my hands tied behind my back
with the ropes of yesterday,
whose knots are tangled and frayed
like my nerves.
I clench my fists
like balls of fire could escape them
to keep me straight,
but I feel my feet become boulders
and it becomes harder to lift them
with my spaghetti legs.
The weight in my mind
sandwiches my heart between
it and the rocks
and I eyeball the river and think
wouldn't it be so easy?


dear paper..
don't you ever think?
it's not easy as I draw a line or dot
it's more complicated than coil of rope
I even can't sketch it
but I note word by word
it's all my dream

Leal Knowone Jan 18

A silken rope of phrases
   ailuranthrope blood tasted
   Sweet salt of the earth

   The dark minded misanthrope
   lycanthrope with bloody noise
   could always be worse

   Now i'm just a  broken rope
   of the wagon, on the boat
   been sinking since birth

   I want to forsake this  curse
   travel through time on this earth
   longing loving mirth

A haiku trapped in mundane
A perfect body
I lust for your  gorgeous brain  

Surround me with your splendor
help the broken see
and find a way to mend her

   This world it may betray us
   and you may find you hate it
   but it could be worse

   Broken bones on dusty throne
   lone failure and  cheap cologne
   I can see the hearse
   Passing through, heart still with you
   Now I'm done, let us review  
   Empathy in you
   Did you know you were my worth?
   The meaning of my rebirth
   no greater on earth

Lady Bird Jan 3

when the words are hard to express out loud
or other people just can't seem to understand
I write to release all my anger or frustration
grabbing a pen or a sharpened pencil in my hand
leaving smudged lead or wet ink on my finger tips
scribbling jotting down all the thoughts that attack
conquering my mind trying hard to escape my lips
releasing emotions that pull me down or hold me back
the knotted tongue of confusion is loosen now untied
I'm able to climb out from the depths of the dark pit
grabbing Life's sturdy rope that depression tried to hide

V Dec 2016

Crosshatched tower of black ropes
Spiral towards poofy marshmallow clouds
A tempation for each passing youth
To gather around in crowds
All together the creatures, they climb
Grasping rope and some stranger's limb
Bodies fall to the earth like potato sacks
No limits in order to win...

Passed by a playground structure in which there was a 50 ft rope tower that lead to a slide. At least 40 kids were scrambling up this thing trying to get there first ans every time this one kid got up she would scream "I WIN". Also while there some little boy fell off from like 20 feet up, got tangled in the ropes, and other kids trampled him until his parent rescued him. crazy how animalistic we are.
Kimberly Semiday Nov 2016

Give me a woven necklace,
to hang around my throat.
You always knew black and blue,
were my favorite colors.

Jaden Thomas Wolfe Oct 2016

Effort has been drained from me effortlessly
Each day goes by with further disdain for myself
I sit in my ship and let the bugs eat me alive
Who can help me?

I've burned bridges
I've poisoned myself
I've sailed away
And now I'm on this island, dying.

Who can help me?
I don't live without fear anymore
There is no certainty
Who can help me?

I'm scared to progress
I hold myself back
I abuse my body
In hopes to go back

Who can help me?
Who can help me?
I only fear death when I stare it in the eye.
Who can help me?

I want to go back
To the time where I could live
But I feel this rope tighten
Can I make it back? I'm not positive.

Who can help me?
Who can help me?
Who can help me?
Who can help me?

When I can't help myself

Anonymous4070 Oct 2016

I've been trapped for years.
Under the surface.
Watching, waiting, but never living.
Until you threw down the rope.

I was scared to grab it at first.
I was scared to have to go back,
scared I no longer belonged up there.
But then I thought of you, waiting for me
And i started to climb.

I almost gave up a few times,
the rope had scratched my hands to the bone.
My arms ached from climbing.
But you were at the top.
You were there to urge me on.
To promise me that  it would all be okay.
And so I kept going.

Finally I was close enough.
I could finally see the surface.
But I barely noticed it.
I only say you.

I saw you're perfect face,
your caring eyes.
I examined your kind, kind smile.
It was the first time I had felt happy in a long, long time.

I reached the top and smiled.
Reaching for your hand.
You smiled back.
And let go of the rope.
Plunging me back into darkness.

If only I hadn't let you convince me that I still had a chance.
Maybe then it wouldn't hurt as much.

this isn't really a poem in any respect...
Vyscern Sep 2016

I could fly like the Phoenix I'm supposed to be,
At cloud height, Cloud Nine, see everything
Were it not for the ropes that hold me down
Were it not for the bloodlust, torturous sounds
Were it not for the voices in my head
That sometimes make me wish I were dead

And maybe if I wasn't so critical
Or perhaps just a little less hypocritical
Were it not for the need to be OCPD
Straighten everything, as straight as can be

Checking my back because I'm paranoid,
That someone will appear, push me in the void
And I would swirl and spin, forever trapped
With all lights off, and no time to clap

That I would be that man, the one in black
Who would self-indulge in a self-aimed attack
Who would one day slit an artery, and just lay there
And with open eyes, unseeing, continue to stare

Glaring at the world that held him down
Glaring at the grey sky that never helped him out
Angry in death at those who tormented him, bullies
Maybe I could fly were it not for these,


straight outta creativity well
Poetic T Aug 2016

My smile is a collapsed lung of fakeness
that I breath harder every lingering moment
of an existence,  mutilating my cogitation
seeing the world in blurs of repetition.

I'm awoken by the pain of visualizations that
wil not heed my alone time, but follow me
it to that place that should be of silence. Instead
I scream in disillusion as darkness was my escape.

There words are like raindrops of acid, and my
forest of thought withers upon the constant
onslaught of there needing to belittle me in the
presence of others, My branches fall frail to me side.

Others in shame not a word spoken, no breeze to
hinder the hurricane of illusions that repeatedly
impact on my subconscious place. I am silent like
a tomb of sorrows I bury my self inward and deep.

I made my first mistake today, as they like a well
oiled clock, blood hound hunters of my scent find me.
In a moment I heed to my anger and clench my fist,
and then I'm blooded on the floor by there disbelief.

What is life? a moment of breathes that heed in our
existence. Is that what this is called? I collect tears in
threads of and bind them. this is my tears of pain
that I now hang from, pity me not I hear silence now.

A write about bullying
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