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RH 78 Jan 2019
Consumerism
                              Capitalism
                                                       Tabloidism
Buy
                              Grow
                                                        Shock
Work
                              Thrive
                                                        Scare

Debt
                              Certainty
                                                        Theatre
Is this really human progress? Are we a truly happy society when we’re constantly burdened with the pressure to build grow and develop our world in this manner.? I fear for those who cannot keep up. Third world countries left behind whilst global super powers monopolise this planet. What’s next for us all?. Divisions, greed Can’t be the way.. our problems are not the problems of our neighbours who may need more help than us.
sarah Jan 2019
moonlight on my skin
you let me down again
say you're sorry and make amends
but that's not how it works when you're broken

soon i'll let you back in
because i make the same mistakes time and time again
i swallowed my pride and said it back when
you told me you loved me at 3am

but it was just an eclipse
and i'll forget your lips

god, it takes me so long
but i'll eventually be able to forget
in honor of the super blood wolf moon eclipse a few nights ago, i wrote this song.
Jacob Parnell Dec 2018
Marno T. Rupert had nothing to lose, or so he thought as he sat on the moon. He held he breath. He didn't want to die so soon.

Marno T. Rupert had only gotten his powers about an hour or so ago. What he didn't know is though the river flows so slow up unto this point he grew so small.
The waterfall slows his fall but, Marno T. Rupert learned nothing at all.

He jumped back to earth to examine his worth.
He felt lonely, being the one and only under the sun... the only son of a gun who got super powers.

Marno T. Rupert could jump over towers, but he felt like he wasn't particularly great or good.
He always was late and misunderstood.
He didn't like "fate" or his neighborhood.

And so...
He went back home.
He zipped his lips.
After all, Marno T. Rupert was a pacifist.

He decided to become a scientist, a friend to society even though he could throw a car for miles and meanwhile bounce bullets off his chest.
You see?
He was super but a man.
Changed his brain and used his pen.
Just a first draft of a poem I wrote at work. 12/6/18.
A Simillacrum Nov 2018
How's it going, these days?
   Pretty good.
How's your family been?
   I wouldn't know--
   I renounced the blood.
   In doing so, I kicked the sick.
   I can't make a better world, but
   I can pen an ending to this ancient curse.

   I can choose a family,
   & I chose the
   vertebrae that
   puts my spine back
   in alignment.

I always had this choice.
Now I can see it.
I can let the blood,
and guarantee the world,
I'll have no progeny.

Trust me, when I say
it's my gift
to you and yours.

;)
Nancy Maxwell Oct 2018
Grow up girl u’ve got responsibilities
These are now anthems I hear often
But how?
Am still a kid, so innocent and pure
How do I cope with this new forcefully imposed me
I don’t want to be accountable for anyone
I don’t know how
I want the old days back
The nurturing I disregarded and saw as pestering
I want it
I want it back
I want it now
You can’t be asleep now it’s a school night
Help them get ready
I don’t want to hold the key
Neither do I want to choose or make suggestions
As they would want me to
I take all the ache
Bottle up the anger and be good
Or at least seem to
Laugh and be the big sister
They all look forward to
But why?
I just want to be a kid again
I never got to blossom or be a teen
I became stuck as an adult at a premature age
an instant mom
Advisably
This is my fate
I dammed all and accepted it
But what choice do I have
I hope I do it right.
this was inspired by my fav TV series shameless
i saw myself in the character fiona alot and suddenly dawn on me, i was there, it also inspired me to write this piece
pls enjoy and tell me what you think
Jack L Martin Sep 2018
I'm not a fan of Superman,
he doesn't know what it's like,
to be human;
a foe he can not fight.
Zersrol Sep 2018
Life is my Trouble
I do wish to care
But really
I need to
Life is a Void
Ever so vast
But never Fulfilling
We always find reasons
To live
It's our way of living

Forever wishing
Forever dreaming
Lastly never forgetting
Life is a trouble
But you are the conqueror
Of how you live
FOREVER
This poem was made by two idiots on discord (Including myself and a friend named Super). I hope you enjoy...
XslyfoxX Sep 2018
I spent the last two years
On a leather couch
Pouring my heart out.
Week after week after week.
It makes me weak and my future
Seems no less bleak.

So can you leave me be?
‘Cause there’s no saving me.
Won’t take a doctor to see,
I’ll never be there mentally.

15 years ago I was slicing my arms
Covering up with sleeves.
I hate myself now more than I ever did
And when blood came out,
Shame seeped into me.

I’ll cut my ears off if hear that
“Life is what you make it”
This point in life I
Wish i has the guts to take it

Dress up my body,
Then just bury me.

Who am I that I deserve to share
The air with doctors, and lovers
And people worth a ****.

A bag of useless bones
Losing to manic-depression
Is all I really am.

I can’t even cry.
Has it even hit me,
That there hasn’t been,
And there still is no saving me?
Jenny Aug 2018
you should see the way they look at each other
as if the universe exists in the specks of their eyes
as if the sun and stars
were brought to their knees at the parting of his lips
both depraved of soft looks, soft lips, soft fingertips
they think their eyelash flutters go unnoticed
but you could practically feel
how the air softens around them
the earth herself couldn’t help but smile
and when they sneak glances at each other,
each when the other isn’t looking
there is an obvious moment of genuine awe
and i can see them fall head over heels again,
as if from the beginning
the moments and memories slow,
as a halo hovers above him,
galaxies gather to admire the angel and his lover

anything is possible when they’re together
death cannot grasp them,
disease and dissatisfaction try in vain
but the warmth they feel towards each other
fuels them for lifetimes to come
the red that bumps in his heart seeps through his smile
and for once,
the cold evenings that once were filled with eternal darkness
no longer feel so lonely
they don’t say it, but i see it
i see the way their pinkies brush when they walk together
and the way they admire the sunrise together

earth stopped rotating to give the lovers
a moment of silence
as the waves, foaming at the lips slowed,
and hover over the sand,
completely still in anticipation of impact
he stared at him then, and slowly took in the boy’s face
he focused on how his eyes glazed over when he was admiring the seagulls,
their wings outstretched in the pink purple sky
and he knew then
however many lifetimes he had to sacrifice
he would do so without hesitating
for the boy with smile lines that gathered at the corner of his eyes
for the boy who could make his heart speed and stop altogether
for the boy who, while so unaware, was so beautiful
in both their chests, they knew it was love,
and from both their eyes, they professed it
read the tags ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

sweet creature
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