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Svode Mar 2018
Glasses;
so big!
With curves and crevices,
and area so majestic
like a continent never explored.

Glasses;
so revolutionary!
With voice and passion,
and struggles so deep
like a country in depression.

Glasses;
so new!
With a new page arriving,
and vision to again be clear
like a scope through the old horror.
Someone needed help with a school project so I made this to give them an example :^)
Danica Mar 2018
Blood scattered all over the pavements
Gunshots and Blasts, with repeated cries
People are running, longing for their lives
and In just a beat of a drum,
rebellion has now begun.

Horrifying scenery that makes every soul awaken
terrifying scream that cause goosebumps into my skin
the nauseating scent of blood, send shiver down my spine
my heart sink, throbbing against my chest.

It was a sorrowful, tragic pointless war
a huge burden of today and tomorrow's generation
nights and days of horror, way back before
the creepiest events happens to our nation.

I was tormented by my own thought
as the picture played inside my mind
my nation and the whole world
as I asked the question “what happened to us?”

because even a thousand words won't bring us back
to the time and place that are safe and sound
the war is about to end yet no one win
on the battle field,
that has never been source of peace
ClawedBeauty101 Mar 2018
On the screens...
In the model scenes...

In the magazines,
In the places we believe are unseen

We have all the ******* we could want and "need"
It's in our hands, at our finger tips, your flesh is filled with greed

Hastily eating all you can **** out of what your distracted eyes see
Satisfied? Never, Then continue to watch that **** view, then wash that history clean

You know you the ***** feeling you desire!
That shakiness that makes your heart grow mad and burn like insanities fire.

If responsibility did not exist, that would be your main priority, fall lewidly into the dark
To feed that starving flesh the images it need's to get that spark


Enjoying it?....  Tired of it yet? Too Soft? Too Hard?
Too Slow? Too Fast? Watch whatever actions you want, you're the one playing the cards


But listen to a different side of *******...


A "beauty" in those pornographies has laid a target on my type of beauty
I didn't ask for it... I didn't desire it... I didn't want it... I felt filthy...

Several men who thought they had the complete authority,  physically abused...
Mentally harming with words, because of conviction, because of being accused

Refusing to give up their poison because it gives them the attention that makes them moan
Sometimes.. watching things aren't enough... time to give varginity a loan

....Almost have been ****** assaulted more then once... and forever my soul have been torn
Some girls and boys have experienced much worse... *****... killed... suffered.. WHY ALLOW ALL THIS ****?

WHAT IS MORE IMPORTANT!? YOUR ****** EMOTIONS?
OR A HURTING NATION THAT IS BEING DESTROYED BY THIS ****** DEVOTION!!!!

....The more you feed it... with your mastrabational retuals
Or whatever... the more it'll want to consume... it won't stay netrual

....It has burned up families... marriages... friendships... and relationships
And even has devoured the heart of those who enjoy it... Who think it's a fun strip

...I am warning you... we are tempted left and right.. it's every where we see
We are not strong enough to resist the temptations... we are of the flesh; weak


Please don't waste your treasure filled bodies or lips...  
We Have **** At Our Finger Tips...







Only God can save the death of humanity... And help us end these ****** struggles...
*And Only He...
(Yeah... it's a sloppy draft sorry X_X)
Let me be the first to say this... I AM SICK OF IT!!! **** IS DESTROYING THIS COUNTRY!!!!!!!!!! WE ARE ALLOWING IT TO DESTROY NOT ONLY OTHERS BUT OURSELVES TOO!!!!

Okay i took a BIG step with this poem... and I know I was very straight forward and bold with this

I'll probably loose followers XD lol

but... it's true
it's something my family has been suffering with... We  don't know who we can trust... who won't hurt us... who won't trick us... **** destroys reasoning

It affects everyone... it may seem fun in the moment... but it will leave you empty just like everything else in this world... I am not perfect I have fallen into it...won't hide that... and believe me when I say this... Not only have I done it, I have experienced the affect of  it other people and how they treat others... including me...

Don't do it... end it... what pleasure is there when there is a free gift of eternity waiting for you through our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ

If  ANYONE has any questions please feel free to message me or leave a comment below...


Thank you

Cat Lynn ///
3/20/18
Amanda Kay Burke Mar 2018
I love you no matter what happens in life
One day I will become your wife
Burdens grow heavy but weigh less if we share
From now on all our struggles will be easier to bear.
A message I sent Taylor at the beginning of our relationship.
Navahopi119 Mar 2018
It never ceases
To amaze
The worries to come,
Like a sort of frienzed craze
When comes the Day.

A day of new beginning,
Of a fresh new start.
Is it the eagerness
To make our mark
Or the fear of a broken heart?

Is it a voice of reason
Or whispers of doubt
For uncertainty we face
Do we fear what may come about
Or unwillingness and like children we pout?

Or rather do we feel
With no purpose we live.
Our reflection screaming Inadequate
Proving nothing of value left to give
Injuring ourselves with our makeshift shiv

No matter the reason
For you, my heart I lay
We'll face this together
Day by day
So let come what may
-Navahopi119
anotherdream Mar 2018
Holding you tight,
Holding you close,
Igniting your light,
Smelling your rose.

Finding your fears,
Hearing them all,
Holding the tears,
From when you’d call.

Called you at home,
You didn’t answer.
I found your phone,
Filled with my cancer.

I found your coat,
Stained with my blood,
Didn’t mean to bloat,
Didn’t want to run.

Stepped out in the rain,
Trying to find you,
Holding my pain,
Exposing my fortune.

Never felt colder,
Than on that stormy night,
Drenched but never closer,
To all of your moonlight.
Trying to stay dry in your storm... S.B. <3
JR Feb 2018
I feel like I'm losing control of my life. She betrays me and says she's sorry. I believe her but I know I shouldn't. I love her but I know I shouldn't. I feel like a puppet who's trying to cut his strings. Stuck in a cycle of Stockholm Syndrome. Is love any different? I feel like it should be. It used to be, but now it's just an inability to defect. Threats more abundant than thoughts.
     Sometimes I feel courage to leave, which rapidly turns to fear. How could someone let go of his or her greatest memories? And yet those memories become spoiled and all I'm left with are fallicies in disguise.
      I think I can follow through this time around. Yet where would this leave me in the end? Is it worth it? Doubt consumes action and doubt begets doubt. Left with my nemeses: stagnation and insecurity.
     Is the risk worth the reward? What is the reward? Reward should not be synonymous with pleasure. My prize for action will be my drive for inaction.
     This gyre known as love. . .will it ever seize its pull?
Keep on moving
The road never ends.
There's no losing.

You're always ahead, but
Always behind
The point of the curve
That there's no point proving.
              
             So logic has limits
             Yet I've passed mine.
               Breath. Get back up.
             Just this once, last, more time..

If i had it I'd
Spend it.
Every second on nothing.
Admit it.
That you're a potato that grows underneath the soil.

Admit it.
That your roots have been spreading along within earth.

Admit it.
That nobody has tried to dig a hole.

Admit it.
That one day, you'll grow beneath the ground.

Admit it.
That you'll grow stronger roots and eventually a branch.

Admit it.
That you'll grow into a big, tall tree.

Acknowledge it,
starting from beneath the ground, you will gain even stronger roots to hold you up until now.
The planted roots, to support you,
that has grown into a bigger tree, heading up towards the blue sky.
because I'm just a potato, trying to survive in the wild.



I've been inactive for a quite long time, but I'll make sure to come back once a week with new tales to tell. :)
Solitude Man Feb 2018
Highs before beloved biles
Bliss followed by bitter sweetners
A paradox
She loves her beloved
And he loves her too
But she fears that he looks into her eyes to see only what is easy to find

Does he see her?
Does he have the patience to read her?
Inbetween the lines of her cries
Elegantly striding down the ailse of her heart
Yet knocking down her priceless art

Her complex heart and complex mind
Begs him to look deeper in
Shes scared and scarred
Her insides need more love
Because beloved highs and lows make her juxtaposed.

Her fear pushes him away
But the look in her eyes screams stay
Soothe the worry lines away
A task not everyone can bear
In beloved highs and lows.

                                       -Lily Bajo
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