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Martin Narrod Oct 2016
I greet another, she can't greet me. Alone in the world I'll be. To California I've followed me there, every girl I've met shows despair.

I enter the forest, I follow a friend. But when she sees me she's silent and still.

I chase my shadow, I follow the sun. But it's dark and I'm alone again soon. Here is the question, it isn't asked but is seen. Will I always feel for much more than the human beings.

Ravens suggestions and snow covered pines, for her I'd rearrange time. I have never forgotten our words, we'll keep the promise even though it's absurd. Children gut themselves with the knife, and bleed publicly but their mothers know why. We shallow our breaths, we hold our heads down, and beat our fists on our chests. Through tomorrow we'll lay in our empty beds. Until the poison softens our heads.

She never gave me an apology. I just sit alone drinking bottom-shelf wine. I take down the down with the drugs and go down and warm myself with some morphine and smoke till I'm gone. Drop the fire on my pants, set fires to the floors, until she'll take me to the bed that once was just ours.
Ovi-Odiete Sep 2016
These serene days,
Where blue is the wind's muse
And Red the sea's Fume
Where white covers the skies
And grey, separates the cloud from the sky
These days of rushing hours,
Where Men are saddened from thoughs of yore
And children starving from pains of now

In these solemn days
And harsh nights
I will take my chances
And stand
Stand for what is right
In these days of colors

*Ovi Odiete©
I find it quite difficult to write more these days,
I know the muse will come again
Silence Screamz Aug 2016
Lay prone on the ground,
the needles of the green grass
travel and softly plunge into my skin.

I slowly close my eyes.

I start to feel the insects crawl over the contours
of my naked body. Creeping over every single inch of me, they begin to send electrical impulses of seismic shock into my blood.

I stop breathing for a split second.

My muscles tighten around my bones, no motion to behold, I am locked in place.
Their tiny mouths with razor teeth begin to feed on my skin and I can not scream for help.

I just heard my last sound.

My heart took it's last beat, my lungs took it's last breathe, my skin felt it's last touch
and my eyes saw it's last scene.
Then my mind had it's last thought.

Finally Peace.
The last moments of a victim.
xenaphobic Jul 2016
Alone in a world where nothing lives forever
Death and his touch bringing sweet black oblivion
A final rest for a solemn soul
With its sweet release
Any thoughts, tips, opinions, and/or criticisms appreciated.
Charlotte Huston May 2016
A SOLEMN thing it was,
      To see a woman white as can be,
And wear, under forbidden bells of melody,
      Her hallowed gown of mystery.

Such a timid thing to drop a life,
       Into the wedding's well;
A well so bottomless, that it shall return -
       Eternity until.
Poem about arranged marriage. Because.
Alicia Jan 2016
I can not find the way back home
I am walking through a dreary and desolated forest
alone, on a path that guides me to seemingly eternal darkness
On this journey, I bump into a disturbed reality
rooted in the ground like an old somber tree
It is a sentence, reading an aching truth
"Thirteen year old little boys do **** themselves."
Terrified, I continue on my way
All alone, or so I think
The face of a ghost or maybe a memory
creates a single hue lighter than the darkness
It is that thirteen year old boy
he comes with a name and a presence engulfed by sadness
I walk through this boy that blocks the path
He gives me no direction, no answers
only recognition
Through him I see the only light on this lonely path
Through him only, I will find my way back home
it has been a very long week, but writing helps this tragedy feel a little more bearable
Charlotte Huston Jan 2016
A SOLEMN thing it was,
    To see a woman white as can be,
And wear, under forbidden bells of melody,
    Her hallowed gown of mystery.

Such a timid thing to drop a life,
    Into the wedding’s well;
A well so bottomless, that it shall return -
    Eternity until.
The Dedpoet Dec 2015
To separate from youth,

The mind mastered
And a brazen flame forwards
The march

Watching all innocence
Fade, devoured by time
And taking every moment

Watching the son become
The father in a blank slate

While knowing the woman
Under the sun, every day
A work of progress.
solEmn oaSis Dec 2015
-------------------Panginoon,,ano po kaya

---ngayong bagong umaga

-------kakaharapin kong tadhana

---------gitna po ba?kanan?o kaliwa?

ganun pa man,,susundan ko ang tamang daan
sa ESPESYAL na ARAW at sa buong maghapon
nais ko lang po ngayon MAGPASALAMAT !
sa INYO AMA,,,sa biyaya nyo pong AGIMAT.


nang dahil sa isang
katahimikan,,nabuo
ko ang isang kasabihan
walang mga paa na makakahakbang nang hindi muna  _-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-
*mag-uunahan
my exceptional point of view for tomorrow
a poem of mine that would take away my sorrow
Jessica McFall Sep 2015
My path of thinking is not the same,

and you’re the only one I have to blame,

Because when I look into your eyes

I’m drowning in a sea of captivation,

Not even struggling nor fighting the temptation.

There is no resistance as I sink,

Not even a need to think,

The decision has been firmly made,

To the bottom of your sea I will gladly wade,

Even as the water fills my lungs

And the light starts to fade,

I’ll smile and be in pure ecstasy,

Because you would’ve been the last person I laid eyes on,

The last person next to me.
Also an old one, one of my personal favorites
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