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Between illusion of equality and the unjust reality lies a menagerie of misinformation
Compounded by media which controls the majority of the population
Wealth and many classes divide us into multiple sides
Partial recognition what society provides
One thinks perhaps this is a VHS rewinding faster and faster
Three-ring circus orchestrated by the government playing ringmaster
Written after reading a little Roxanne Gay
Just Make up in your mind,
that its gonna be alright,
It's all in how you think,
as your ideas influence foresight?

Just look into the future, and
just start to believe,
It will happen when the time is right,
Just watch and you will see.

It's all within your Thoughts,
It is Deep within your Head,
Your mind is like a garden,
as if tending to your gardening bed.

SO, ALWAYS REMEMBER THAT,
certain thoughts come from time to time,
Just keep the negative ones at bay, because,
IT'S ALL WITHIN YOUR MIND!!!!


B.R.
Date: 7/24/2025
THE MIND IS A POWERFUL THING!!!!
Be, be, be
Everything rhymes
Why is it me?

Me, me, me
I don't want to be
I just want to see
See colours and flavours and,
everything I cannot be
things I want to see
things when I try to breathe
To relieve myself of things I need
Things I need and ways I feed

Feed, feed, feed
Feeling like food is not how it's supposed to be
Not how I should feel
Food is an enemy, food is a friend
Food nourishes to no end
So why oh why does it hurt to eat?
It shouldn't, that's why,
we all try not to eat

Try, try, try
I cannot comprehend why
Me oh no I
why do I try
Everything they do just makes me cry
Just be normal
Just be kind
All I want
Is to wake up and see the light
Light from which I no longer have to try
to see,
cry,

Maybe it's better to sleep at night
Is that art?
Is it meant to tear me apart?
An art
Art that embodies the heart

For I need a refresh
A way to sample all this mess
Hopefully a way to de-stress
Maybe one day I'll get

Get it all
Get it soon
One day I'll come out of the cocoon
Although it feels like a typhoon
Hitting me
Shifting me

Tearing me into pieces
Pain that I hope ceases
A way to refresh
An out
Completely new flesh
I read a poem on this site that started with "what is art?" and I went from there
Times that we meet,
We speak
The way I prepare for you,
to turn the other cheek

Times we are apart
Conversations fill like a scar
A part of me broken
Part of me changed
A part of me complained

Evil or no evil
Thoughts fight you like a demon
A demon to me is a father to you
A mother to her
And parents

To me you are demons
Demons that claim me
Demons,
that make me feel crazy
Sometimes hazy
Lazy

A fight that isn't mine
A fight not yours
A moment wasted
No longer who I was,
before you came in
Moments that have changed me
Played me
Over and over
Trying to sedate me

I know who I am
That isn't a maybe
People find it hard
They want to tear me apart
To take my heart
To ruin,
my art

You've changed
A voice to me that always complained
People who put me on display
To portray
Want me to obey
A role-model ready to play
Maybe I should just,
let them take me,
a buffet
Straight from my heart, into art, trying not to fall apart
Hailey 5d
I’ve realized that the loneliest place is not the bed,
It’s the echos inside my head.
Every bump is part of the ride

It'd probably be smoother

If I stop running red lights
Long morning roadtrips quite quickly turn introspective
nostalgia feels like a rotting tooth

and it won't come out; no matter how many times i
wiggle and twist
and pull at it

or when my father tells me he's
going to tie a string around it and
slam the door

or my mother threatens to send me to the dentist
its too big of a problem for an ordinary person

im attached to the rot

she is my friend; i watched her grow
and she grew with me too
plus, ive never liked leaving things behind

and i remember-
how? can i remember her if she is nothing
how? will i be able to understand the present and survive the future
without the context of the past

the rot will spread and I will endure it

even so, it hurts
Pouya 7d
Give me a foot to go
Give me a heart to bind
Give me a reason to stay
Confusing as it sounds.
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