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Ace Sargent Mar 2017
Scared minds write the loudest and speak the least
they shut bloodshot eyes when the pen hits ink
thoughts from the poets with anxiety
Colm Feb 2017
No woman's hand will warm my own
And I need no other voice to tell me I can

I'll find no confort in the confusion of another person's soul
I have enough problems within my own

I feel no obligation to try and break this human mold
For this is simply how I am

I just wish that I could stop expecting others
To somehow create the value in me
Which would permit me to grow old without regrets

This most definitely it's a terrible venture in which to invest
Where you'd least expect it
Organized Chaos Jan 2017
Chocolate milk is so sweet
Chocolate milk is what I eat
Chocolate milk in a bowl
Chocolate milk in my soul

If chocolate milk did not exist
I would be surely ******
Life is pure liquid brown
I just chugged a gallon down

When I drink too much of it
I run to the bathroom, quickly sit
Contemplating life hits hard
This chocolate milk caught me off guard

I thought this was the end of me
I begged for mercy with a plea
Stuck on this god forsaken bowl
I'm sure I made a huge black hole

Not proud of myself for what I did
I waddled away from which I rid
If there is one lesson I learned today
it's to put up the lid, before I sit and pray
Dedicated to Zach, the only person who would appreciate this xD
Shane Jan 2017
Electric despair
Just a fraction
A hit of desire

Supply and demand
Trading peace for the land
Starting fires

It's nothing of news
It rots and pollutes
It mocks what you do
It's ready to shoot
Doesn't care who was there
Media covered the truth

No mans land
*******

Snuffing the come up
I live for the underhand jobs
I'm a mob boss
I need a cough drop
Choking on the reasons
History repeating stand down

The stench of division
Clouding my vision
So loud indecision
Surrounds my conviction
Rendering me as a corpse
Send all my hobbies up north
Where it's going down
So poised
With a corpse to throw
Self love
Plus more room to grow
Oh so bold
Must be snorting that pale moon glow
Must be chugging that everclear
Must be clutching that heart so dear
What a life
Yet I'm gonna get it right
Peers

Oh god
Can you hear me out
Question
From whom did you learn all your lessons
Tested I figured you ad libbed the message
I'm out to find what the silence is betting

So petty
So don't test me
War ready
With the goal on flexing
I run the patience of clocks
Outliving haters a personal hobby
Spited to death
**** cam is lit fam
Ex lady thinking
***** I don't really give a ****
Never made a baby
Always played the run around

Heh

Sorry about that
But what am I to do
When that *** so fat
Got me hella in the mood
When you let me see it clap

I got an eigth of shrooms
I'm tryna make it bloom
A blunt to match
Some room to move
Stratosphere blazing as we cloud the room
Last year faded off the ought to do
While I sit here waiting for my star to shoot

Topsy turvy
Match the gloom
In a vile plume as I engage the noose
Hopeful boy taking polaroids
Everlasting days
Never lasting joys

Come on

Just blast away
Growing pains from my defeat
Burned at stakes from past mistakes
Ambition bathed in flames

Ascension know my name
Lotus petals
Unshackled
I craft on broken glass
This ******* built to last

Sitting in the drivers seat
Laughing at my lack of drive
The taste of irony
Hinting at my suicide
This right here is do or die
Scared of heights
Grit teeth and fly
Copped me some stolen wings
Deceit no thang to me
Yet I still can't sleep
Relax my mind
Third eye still crooked why
Bad batch of LSD
What the hell you want from me

Lamentations of the soul
Cascading broken notes
Wretched lessons I provoke
The wailings of a lonely ghost

Praying karma takes me home
Been wayward from the start
        Been wayward from the start
Chasing shadows thinking stars were mine to handle
Dismantled
I've learn reality's a gale of sin
And I'm the candle
Now watch as I unravel
Bola Fadojutimi Jan 2017
Life has been happening a lot lately
getting in the way of living,
Learning,
Letting go,
Life let me live!
I've been missing out on so much by letting life stop me—
Life has been happening a lot lately
getting in the way of living
Julie Grenness Jan 2017
A beautiful world, it needs some cuddles,
All around, the world of struggles,
Plants all over are gasping,
While chemicals pollutants are grasping,
Fur, feathers and fish are becoming extinct,
As their habitats can no longer exist,
Then there's plebs in Earth, who struggle,
Overpopulation--maybe too many cuddles,
Soon for air we'll all be gasping,
While the powers--that-be go on grasping,
All around a world of struggles,
Our beautiful world needs a cuddle.
Feedback welcome.
Shannon Lee Rohn Dec 2016
Every Moment~

Sometimes we set ourselves back,
Everything we once had, disappeared as we shifted off track,
Everyday we struggle to find our way back.
The pain is buried so deep,
That a smile on our face is hard to keep,
Yet another battle on our own we have to defeat.

Why is the glory of the finish line so hard to reach?
When we find that our mistakes often repeat,
A lesson for our children should not be hard to teach,
Spots and area's of our life and past are faded like bleach.
How do we keep coming back when we fall so hard?
The important moments in our life we often discard.

We worry so much what other people think,
And let worry conquer, in turn making us weak,
Sometimes we are drained by emotions and
not strong enough to speak,
We have no control, or power over someone else's thoughts,
how they feel or what they choose to see,
But our gratitude to be who we are created to be.
Why is it someone else's life we often forseek?
When all we really need is to look inside of what
makes our own heart beat.
Besides who ever said 'life is a one way street?'
As long as we learn that our mistakes are not meant to repeat.

Grab a hold of your seat,...
Life will pass us bye without a blink,
And the pages of our lives be written without ink.

Sometimes we set ourselves back,
Everything we once had, disappeared as we shifted off track,
Everyday we struggle to find our way back.
Have we not realized the reason we are here?
Not everyone is hidden behind what they appear.
We walk this earth and struggle to bring it all back,
Open your eyes and see that you're not lost, just a little off track.

Will your kids still love you the same,
When your mistakes are covered and sprinkled with shame?
Why would you deny any mistake, if every moment has its place?
If the greatest memory of your life was taken from you because
of one given mistake....
You'd take it all back with every breath you take.

There is a reason for every moment, and its effect on our soul.
But will you embrace it or will you let it go?
Notice every memory as if time stood still,
Imagine every moment already lost, and never
again have the chance to feel.

I will smile more tomorrow because I know that I tried,
It's worth the struggle when you finally reach the top of mountain high.
So before you decide to hate the the struggle....remember
It's the struggle that put you on track,
Life's greatest gift, is the journey on how we find our way back.

Every moment given, is every memory taken,
Given to us for a deal never worth breakin',
The cycle of the struggle is what makes us strong,
To finally find our spot in life and where we belong,
Without setting ourselves back and doing it all wrong.
Not to repeat the mistakes of our past,
Just breathe and inhale every moment.... as if it's our last.
Mark Lecuona Dec 2016
It's not a path
It's a decision
You cannot turn back
Though you can make a revision
It's not quite the same
But what is precision
Nothing more or less
Than the hope of a vision
A dream
But alas we must awaken
Only to find we are what we are
A soon to be memory hoping to be risen
Change, a choice
Or another mistake of intuition
No matter, we are where troubles gain contentment
Yesterday confessed, today forgiven
13lueCLOUD Dec 2016
Can you see
The stern I
Who passes by
With quivering eyes?
Can you see
A distance pass
The poker this face has
Whispering aches of so vast?

Can you see
My raging pet
Caught within the net
And sealed by my consent?
Can you see
Its growl of cries
Done in many tries
Yet to find ends in fails?

Can you see
The silly excuse?
To veil, that I choose;
This must not let loose
For the act can juice
Audience to prejudice
The persona of the poem speaks of her unexpressed inner struggles cloaked by the emotionless expression she wears [Verse 1]. Her emotion has become intense and thus she dropped hints for the crowd to notice, yet her efforts drown to futile [Verse 2]. In the end she decides to continue covering these struggles due to her fear of the people misjudging her. [Verse 3]
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