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MST Aug 2014
"What is the world coming to?" They say,
******, ****, stealing, and lying.
"How did we let it come to this?" They shout,
betrayal, lust, spying and dying.
Oh sweet ignorance,
is it not such bliss,
have you not seen this work was always like this?
We have killed for years,
while drinking victim's tears,
playing on fears,
to control our peers.
Murdering many for the sake of few,
under the facade that "it was always for you!".
But when will we turn the lights on,
and illuminate the room,
finally seeing our bloodied hands,
and our selfish doom.
When will we stop pretending it is for love,
and no longer say it is for a power that is above.
When will we look into the mirror's eyes,
and see that we have become what we despise.
Aizzur Festejo Jul 2014
How lucky.
A friend you're comfortable with
Where talking is not a necessity
But stays by your side and in need
Giving you warmth and security.

How sly.
Enjoying and loving the company
So much, that losing it hurts
Until one confessed, so canny
So unfair, at first it was nerts.

How uneasy.
Like nothing happened, nothing heard
Guilt and depression never left
Selfishness, insensitivity increased a third
But for all's sake, it was all kept.

How selfish
Liked you, missed you. Indeed selfish
Wanted to try and see what will happen
But will it not break us? it just became a wish
Guess, it might be the best then.

How to say goodbye
I say goodbye. Your romances will be missed,
Sweet talks and how we used to be
It will be awkward, we might get ****** but,
We're originally friends, remember?
Jordan Harris Jul 2014
Even as I ride mounted high on your hips
arching and arcing my spine like an endless surge of foaming breakers
as my waist rolls beneath your shaking fingertips

Even as a moan slips from your shivering lips
and the mussels surrounding your throat contract with delight
as a gasp rushes forward, rippling in the aura surrounding you

Even as I take control
and your limp and helpless body sprawls beneath me
begging for more

I am selfish

Because it is not for your pleasure why I prowl this night
but your reactions
I only live to see your eyes turn to marble
and your mind go blank behind your lustful gaze
i have found myself on auto-pilot
there's nothing i have to do
or i could
i could be anybody
doing anything or
i don't have to do anything i should

it's a dangerous game
these risks surely not worth the weigh
yet i know the rules
i'm good at it
i know how to get away

and that's just the start
not even the scariest part

so reckless
so purposeful
so damaging in any light
i press forward without thought
who cares what is your wrong
or what is your right

i'm making mistakes
i'm ******* up on purpose
it's all i could do
to change my entire apparatus
i'm somebody
and yet nobody
at least that anyone is to admire
i'm just me and today
i have no problem playing with fire
let's see how long riding this wave lasts...
mark john junor Jul 2014
floyd and the skinny kid skate round
me like vultures looking for table scraps
today im all about just keeping the head above water
try all night to sleep but just climb walls in my head

my kryptonite came round again and she was full of smiles
even tho i could feel things crawling round neath that pretty face
couldn't help myself just ended up humpin leg
while she just laughed counting bills outa my wallet
just really skull **** myself over and over
like to trade my life in for a simpler one

distill the hours down to thouse moments
when i escape the circus of my own thinkin
when i can sit and soak up some sun on the beach
without all the headnoise crowding out my goodtime

floyd and the skinny kid circle round me
but i got no use for virtual vampires
and they just manage to annoy
i got prettier things on my mind
hoping to distract
just hoping to distract
MST Jul 2014
What have I done thus far?
With travels around the world,
a top grade education,
while coming from a wonderful nation.
I have pride,
dignity,
and above all, honor.
That is what I'll say,
but is that what I display?
I live like a child,
off the gains of others,
begging for more,
like babe scream at their mothers.
I have a false sense of security,
with a feeling of purity,
I cover up my insecurities,
with humanitarian obscurities.
Inclined to take what I can get,
but complain when I must break a sweat,
but I am truly in the world's debt,
and I still have a chance to be the world's vet.
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