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Kyle Dal Santo Sep 2017
Have a beer, drink and cheer,
chug it like yo mama made it
don't matter if it's barely noon
let's party till our bodies heave it.
In this town of forever children
we're suppose to be bold and reckless
our only chance to be stupid
so pop it, tap it, run it, work it,
gather the fools in their ***** best
round up the prettiest little liars
get ready to make some beautiful mistakes
Responsibilities? Duties? Homework?
Not today my friend!
They can wait, you have fun to take
and have it all day and night,
and day again
grab a partner and dance
grab a memory and hold it tight
unless you want to forget,
that's even easier!
there's a drink for that!
there's a solution for everything here
Drink it, smoke it, dance it, **** it,
fight it, cry it, drive it all away!
Won't matter tomorrow, it's all in the game
Neverland with Rock N Roll,
waterfalls of beer and
***** minded darlings
This is a scoundrel's heaven
there are no rules, no out of bounds
no time outs, no take backs
just take it all in,
this may be your only chance
to act like the animal everyone tells you to fear
soon you'll wish these days never ended
these might be your glory days
the days of glorious recklessness
The "Who gives a ****? We're in college" days
you're suppose to be devilish
nothing will ever be this easy to forget
nothing will ever be this easy
Bro City is Candyland for adolescents
so grab a roof top and grab a cup
you're only regret will be you took it too seriously
Celebrate, and if you must be celibate
be sure you at least enjoyed every minute that mattered.
Kyle D.
Adrian Newman Sep 2017
A rose by another name is just as plain
A rose in another vase is just as dead
And here I am pretending, nothing’s wrong with me.

If I don’t see what I want to see
If I don’t hear what I want to hear
What use is it if I speak, and you don’t hear me?

Don’t hear me out if I’m lifeless
Don’t look the other way
If you see that I’m struggling to breathe.

I fight to stay focused, you fight to be blameless
I close my eyes when I start to sink.

If I don’t see what I want to see
If I don’t hear what I want to hear
What use is it if I lose it, and you ignore me?

I am not an object, I am not a vessel of pain
I deserve life, even if I’m worthless.

I scream, I cry, I will not die
You won’t ignore that I’m there
No one will tell me I’m a waste of air.

Don’t cut me down, and expect me to wither away.

10th September 2017
I felt a bit angry and depressed earlier so I started writing this, and near the end kinda pulled myself out of my teen year's emotional state and ended on a slightly less painful and angsty note.
I hope any pent up frustration you're eperiencing is validated by this and as I usually say, enjoy :)
neko-nae Aug 2017
jagged beast with
teeth aplenty,

keen eyes flashing
with thoughts of prey,
of me
no,
of my thoughts
just swimming in
circles wondering
when we'll meet--
Throwback to writing about gators as I was approaching New Orleans.
neko-nae Aug 2017
the girl
   flapped her arms
until they grew,

sprouting grotesque
black limbs
feathered in darkness--

and off
she flew
into the night--
Three-eyed raven aspirations. This is an old one I wrote about 3 years ago on my way to New Orleans, LA.
Mane Omsy Apr 2017
A LIGHT TOUCH WITH MY BARE FOOT
ON THE LAWN IN A MISTY DAWN
THE RAYS HAVE TURNED RAINBOWS
IN EVERY DROPLETS ON THE LEAVES

A DEEP BREATHE INHALING THE MOISTURE
MADE MY LUNGS CALLING ON, SPRING
IN AND OUT OF ME, I FEEL THE TOUCH
NATURE, YOU’VE LET ME THE HAPPINESS

RISE AND BLOSSOM TO ALL THE ROSES
RISE AND DANCE WITH THE MELODY
THE BUZY BREEZE IS COOLING YOU
AND THE LEAVES ARE APPLAUDING TOO
Poem written two years ago
Ann P Mar 2017
The hazy voices
from the rooms
filled with raging not-so-young beings
staring on the boring white board
fantasizing the fortune they'd be making
you only live once they said
live life to the fullest they story-told
4 years came in a blink of an eye
paths they took
completed the story of life
coming back to when it was started
the place that used to be filled
with loud thud
of their sneakers and heels
teardrops are falling
from the eyes that
used to bore a hole on the white board
no, not because they regret making mistakes
not because they regret not doing best
not because they regret hating on college
but because realization dawns on them
it was all started there
in the void hallways
the friendship
the love
and the future
Japoy Laluna Sep 2016
You spoke my name.
It was a whisper
of innumerable decibels
but enough
for a heart to thump louder
than the thoughts in my head
which laid near your lips
breathing chills against my skin
freezing me from the time
I was trying to find a star
in the four cornered
motion slowing room
hoping for a wish
   let this time stop
       before we're burdened of this secret
   let me savor those innocent lips
      who unbelievably will surrender to my sinful soul
   let not a single second pass without remark
      for this night might be our last.
Then you spoke my name again,
with your eyes closed,
your lashes, breathing
all peaceful,
all saying,
I was in your dream.
Melaka Jude Jul 2016
A soft breeze rolls in from infinity
As I remember the joys of my childhood past
I see a toddler playing in a sandbox happily
As I recall a happiness which never did last

I see a sacred face among hundreds
Facing the fears of a new school
I see a wide grin as that same face
Now plays joyfully with his friends in a pool

I see a sad face as he sees
His childhood friends for a last time
I see a determined face in a classroom
Now striving to be the one who shines

I see a proud face now shaking
The hand of his principle accepting his award
I see a happy face now thanking
His lord and our god

As all these memories wash over me
I see my future goal
And like the petals of a flower which open up to the sun
I let my future unfold
VargLines Jul 2016
I am sorry.
I am sorry for being a bother
I am sorry for being unreliable
I am sorry for not being the friend that you needed,
for not being the guy who's always there for you.
I was so insensitive back then, and I didn't realize
that I was mentally hurting you.
It made me cry for days. I missed the times we speak, we laugh,
we touch.
You held my heart, and I thought you were the one, but you dropped it and never came back because of the stupid things I did.
I learned from the stupid mistakes I made
and saw a new life, a more significant life.
You helped me opened my eyes to a new reality that changed the future of my past self.
I am grateful, I truly am.
Words cannot describe how happy I was.
Stephanie, Thank you
It's great to be back here, this was from waaaaaaay back.
Racquel Tio Jun 2016
I find myself telling everyone that
trash is cash
just like you used to.
and darling, your words run true
because I should be throwing you out
but there's too much value to you.
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