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Viseract Jul 2016
I'd say goodnight
Except you wouldn't hear
The misery dripping from dry lips
So frozen with fear

I'd say goodbye
Except I'd see you again
But it'll hurt watching a stranger
When they were your friend

I'd say good luck
But I know that you won't need it
You already have everything
So I guess you won't receive it

I'd say come back
Only it'd hurt twice as bad
Because I'm used to sadness
But I hate getting mad

And I'd swing from the rope
For my sins I would choke
But you'd probably cut me down again
So that path is a no

I guess I can't quit
I guess I'm not done
Maybe somewhere out in the world
I can have some fun

I wanna feel that again..,
Nandish Malhotra Jul 2016
Come hither my noble child,
Look at this riddle
Where crocs eat grass and sheep go wild.
Come come! Let’s play and fiddle.
Have a look at this lion roar
With tooth and teeth that of boar!
Pride over pride, over his pride
Hog over-hogged, alas he died!
And there are still some more
Who want some more!
More some, more some;
Three-some, Four-some.
Thither see that one!
Still as a stool.
Earlier green in envy
Now dead-red in the pool.
The devil's riddle-rhyme of the 7 sins.
George Anthony Jul 2016
maybe you put too much faith in me

i'm agnostic, apathetic, aromantic
and too much of an antagonist to never let you down

you could drown me,
make me suffer for my attitude;
but i'll not atone for my sins

remorse is for the empathetic
and i am just

empathetic minus the em
Rks Jun 2016
Every song, she wrote
Each feeling, that faded
Every word, she bled
Each tear, showed how blue was she
On each paper, she screamed
****** sins, still remain with the pain she owned yet still singing out loud to let her veins speak of her heart, around this wall, she sat in front of this, numbing self whilst rhyming to the war
Between her mind and heart.
-Rks
Omar Kawash May 2016
There's times I wish I could rhyme
Write a poem and sing all the lines
I can't imagine a verse with more strength
Than the undulations from a varicose heart.
I have given you every thud in me.
I don't want you to think. This is anymore than a simple statement.
Something easy and needs not another repeat.
Maybe I can keep this neat:
Tell me your hopes and dreams
Your fears and secrets
I wanna hear your innermost, your deepests.
I should clarify. I don't want to hear.
I want to bear. I
want to bear upon your truths.
Maybe you can then attest, that I am here
for the rest of you,
we.
I don't strive to be the best
for just you and me.

I strengthen and climb
because what else is there to do with time?

Tell me your favorite of the virtues and sins
Tell me the worst of both
I want you to show
me your lock and key.
Because I am envy.
I am pride.
I am greed.
Oh, but I am not sloth and the other three?
Is this really
me
you are conversing with?

I am all these things, and I
have shed the past toxins off me.
I have never been one for anger.

I have been diligent
in honing my patience;
I've become a certain sort of chaste.

My dear, you see,
you took a bite right out of me.
An apple that was so sweet:
Innocent skin and a refreshing flesh.

A shame really,
What's left is my bitter core.
But before you throw me out.
You should know there's a little more.

Within there are locked, opaque,
not so empty shells.
There's a secret in them.
And maybe, I could let you know.
How to open those potential doors.

Harvest and protect in a sanctuary.
Care and nourish.
Be patient and see the potential.
Maybe, in a few weeks you'll see what they've formed.
Better yet, a few years, with proper TLC;
you'll see,
that out of the darkness grew
something beyond saccharine.

But dear, why tell me your deceits?
I already broke my seals,
and it's a beauty to be real.
So vulnerable and I see the light.
Oh no, not one of life.
But something worth following towards Thanatos.

Death of what we both thought had been me.
I am already reborn
from a recipe of grandeur.
Something more complex
than just a fruit from a tree.
Something with deep
established roots,
an unrelenting body,
with a grasp upon the skies.
I will forever ventilate and grow.
The end point from here
is no longer very clear.

I just know one thing:
speak to me,
let me hear
your inner sea

whether turmoil or calm,
I will always thirst for your endless waters.
to know where your waves crash,
to know the moon that pulls your soul,
to know the pulses that ruminate from your depths.

Your voice is the orchestra
I wish to listen to
while I chase the sky.
Jay Marie May 2016
Sweet child,
you're still so simple.
You speak your dreams
as if they were an arm's reach.
No one tells you
the sins of humanity,
because they intend to protect
the minds of the innocent.
Those who do,
just envy you.
For you are just a sweet,
innocent child.
Mystifying Chaos May 2016
My soul wears
the black veil
and dances with
the demons in
the dead of the night.
probably you're paying for all sins you did,
not all at once,
but all of them feeling a little all day.
because you dom't know take what God gives you,
you just put friendships on the garbage like trash,
you deserve pay for what you did...
probably you already paid you lose who you loved more, yet you still can't thank to god for what they made for you...
maybe you suffer, and i cant undertand but you should be more,delicate and more lovely for people that love you.
I made some mistakes, but I was always there for you and you still
despise me,
you're unfrateful,
god will punish you believe in that,
because karma is a ***** and karma has no deadline.
-d.a
Brent Apr 2016
Isang kaluluwang
Naglalakad na liban.
Naghahanap ng makakausap
Ngunit walang makitang
makaka-huntahan.

Ngunit may agad na nakapansin
"Ah! Panibagong biktimang aabusuhin!"
Tumawag ang temptasyon sa akin
Pinag-isipan kung agaran kong sasagutin

Ang sigaw niya'y labis na mapang-akit
Kahit alam kong dala-dala niya'y sakit.
Huwag daw akong magpadala;
Konsyensya ko'y sa'kin iginiit
Ngunit ang temptasyon ay kaydali akong napilit.

Isang gabi, habang naglalakad sa kahabaan ng España
Ako'y lumapit sa matandang tindera.
Nag-abot ng konting barya
At kinuha ang lasong mahaba.

Nilapit ko sa aking bibig
At idinaan ang apoy sa dulo nito.
Hinigop ang usok nitong malamig
At ibinuga ito sa aking anino.

Nagpatuloy ako sa paglalakad
At inalala ko lahat ng pangyayari.
Sa bawat kasalanan ko sa'yo'y aking mawawari,
Ako ay hihigop muli.
Sa bawat 'di nasolusyonang pagsubok,
Ako'y magpapasakal sa malamig nitong usok.
This is my second Filipino poem and probably my longest work yet. It looks unfinished really. As much as I want to finish it, I ran out of words and creative juices. This basically sums up the experience of my first cigarette. And it was... not bad.
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