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Karmen Jul 2018
Vievievie no replies ignite




I like to talk don’t care if I’m all too blunt cause **** I just enjoy peoples and sharing thoughts no matter what
Sorry if I annoy but I don’t ever intend
Just be easy
Tell me to let there be rest from sharing my head and expression of things totally random
Cause I don’t wanna **** off being friends
So lay it out straight without intent to make harm to ones head of depth feels that never get real rest
Least not till death
Hurt of no reply cause I message too many times cause hell I wanna talk and like sharing my feels not thinking it would scare off or be perceived as another type of way but ok
A Simillacrum Jul 2018
How many times will a poet
write
about writing
poetry?

TBD.

applause

"You must be very proud of yourself."
dina Jun 2018
just when i thought
that i'd have a day
when i could just sit
where i am and stay

stay placid and cool
without a single worry
but now i am caught up
with words in a hurry

they pour out of me
like bees from a hive
only to land and get hurt
and not stay alive

for i can write
only so fast
the rate these words are going
only few can last

they're words about everything
from last week and last year
they have so much to tell
to those who can hear

but i am tired of this
and choose not to aid
these words who want to get out
i choose to stop this parade

maybe another time
i will allow them to dance
but of course when i sit down
nothing will advance!
speaks for itself! creativity comes when i least need it!! who else can find this to be true?
Selena WH Jun 2018
We both tried our best
To be together.

But darling,
I can't hold the moon in my hands
And you can't
Walk on the sun.
Bryce Jun 2018
We give guns to our sons,
to protect our land
to protect our souls
to protect our goals

We have guns in the truck
guns in the car
in the prison bus
guns just for fun.

guns at the airport
guns on the plane
guns in the air,
guns in every state

guns at the armory
guns at the bank
guns for the money
guns in the safe

guns on The Hill
guns on patrol
guns on the street
"guns that ****"

guns on the gangs
guns in the trains
guns at the range
guns on the stage

guns on T.V
guns at big screens
guns at the table,
guns on the scene

guns on the plains,
guns in the mount,
guns in the desert,
guns we can't count

guns in the south,
guns from the west,
from coast to coast
guns everywhere!

guns on hand
guns on the boats

Guns across           ---          the whole wide world.

Guns in Mosul,
Guns in Iraq
Guns in Japan
Guns in Slovak

Guns in Chicago
Guns in Bhutan
Guns in Australia, Malay, and
Taiwan

Guns in Korea,
Guns in the ocean
Guns on the shores, guns never broken
--or sold or banned or destroyed or stolen

No token
prayer,
no
sign of devotion
no tears
or weeping
or candles
have spoken

for the thousands dead, the thousands snuffed dead

Guns in the policecar,
Guns in the open

Guns on the street,
But no, we can't own them

Our children are dead, dying and born
Into a world of guns, and guns that won't go

we protect our world, our money, our loves
with guns

So why don't we do so?
With the children?
Our sons?
mysa Jun 2018
your hands left inky marks
on my skin
and i don't have any soap
all i can do is scratch and scratch
but it's still there
it's still there
Cardboard-Jones Jun 2018
Tell me, was that the first time you felt alive
Like it was for me?
Home alone, it’s just you and I and some DVD’s.
Opened up the window and let the air fill the room.
It was getting late and you asked if you could stay
For the night.
And just like that,
That summer night became more than just a passing time.
I stared into your smokey eyes,
Watched your hand creep up my thigh.
I had to pinch myself just to make sure I was
Awake.

I always forget, is it you or is it me
That doesn’t believe in happy endings?
Then you kissed my cheek, hugged me slow
I’m begging for you not to go.
All I have left of you are those nights in my room.

The tv glowed of gray and blue.
Credits rolling, Sister Act 2.
Luther’s songs playing to tell you everything I was scared to.
Dancing with me to the tune as the room faded to black.
Please don’t get on the plane and leave me.

That summer night became more than just a passing time.
I stared into your rainy eyes.
The world melting with our goodbyes.
I had to pinch myself hoping that I wasn’t
Awake.
Stara Jun 2018
I have talked and listened
Tried to imagine
The horror
Of someone taking
What isn't theirs
For their own
Selfish pleasure

I never thought
Me too

But seeing his face  
It all flooded back
Within seconds
What my mind hid from me
For nearly half a decade

Me too
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