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This is all there is to me
Boredom, disappointment and debris
This is all I am about
Rudeness, deafness and bad snout
This is all I can provide
A few thousand grave warnings to mind
This I can assure you of
In a week you'll have enough
Felt a little down, when I wrote it. Freestyle written in 17 minutes.
Elizabeth Zenk Jul 2018
The distant thrumming
the rhymic ticking
a sound I used to hold dear.
washing away
the squeaks
the squawks
of a home too broken too share.
The taps
The tocks
of an old analog clock
washing my life to sleep.
Empire Jul 19
Why are you so sad, dear?
What burdens tug on your heart?
Draw tears from your kind eyes...
Why are you aching?
I can feel it in my soul

You’re not well, my love
Come here
I’ll hold you for a bit
Wrap you in a warm embrace
Feel the consistency of my heart
Feel the strength in my arms
Let me carry it all for a stretch
You don’t have to do it all alone

Though I know you can, my warrior

But I can't watch you do this
Destroy yourself
Slowly, subtly
I've noticed
And it makes me very afraid

Despite what you believe, darling
You are really quite lovely
Your presence a treasure

You are exquisite

Sweetheart, just rest for a bit
Can you do that for me?
Sit with me
Tell me everything on your mind
Release every tear you've been hiding
I'll just listen
I'll just be here with you
Until you're alright
A cathartic fantasy...

Perhaps a kind of love letter? I think I could use one of those...
Darryl M May 9
As the wind blows the dust,
Rejected.
In a river flow,
The small tears, cloud my eyes.

I don’t know what it means to be black,
But on behalf of my forefathers,
I shall not slack.
I don’t know what it means to be held captive,
But on the land of the free, I shall build the highest tower.
Memoirs of the Forgotten.

Shoeless,
Still makes it to school.
Shoeless,
Still walks towards the future.

Now that I’m alive,
Whose life am I bettering?
Be a shadow in people’s lives,
Cold enough but useful.

For all the broken of spirit,
And the bruised of heart.
Wounds get bandages,
But can’t cover the scars.

I see the scars on my heart,
But love marks the spot.
Wounds expose the healer,
Tears unmask the darkness of a being.
Tears wrongly shed,
Bury the innocence.
A dead corpse becomes the soul.

Sin, I must not,
But a sinner, I am.
Allow me to chasten you,
Hold you tight in place by the buckle of my belt.
We all gullible,
The sin embraces us,
Rewards with pleasure.

Sometimes a heart is a novel you can read,
Sometimes it’s a verse you can’t understand.
Permission be unto the granted.

Love be heavy,
In need of a trebuchet.
You never lose invaluable things.

Each man., Die one.
Completed: 29th July 2018 [14:00 PM]

A troubled heart
Eric Apr 20
Earthly matter
physicality
In the sense
Of feel and touch

Self retaining
Soullessness
Strife with every wave
Of emotion

Cause and effect
A decaying
Particle
Adrift truly Alone

Past imprint
On a once
spirited
Mind

Forgotten
Erased
Replaced
New mask new face
blackbiird Apr 17

i drowned myself in

sin and waited for

god to come to the rescue.

Eric Apr 4
my mind is full
my life is a lull
my strings they pull
and it takes it's toll
I drop and roll
with flames out , I'm dull
I feel safe behind my walls
and I don't have to walk tall
I just can't take this pain at all
it seeps in , and I'm on a crawl
if I look down , I will fall
if I jump down , that's my call
with my emotions , turning into a ball
I throw them away , rather not feel them at all
but I'll bleed in pain, let me an the silver talk it off.
Hazel eyes, hate is very much alive.
Bleached striped hair, parents never cared.
Desaturated makeup, abuse save up.
Branch like lashes, left the guns in the attic.
Bloodied pores, closing doors.
Chipped nails, bleeding Dale.
Scarred skin, occurring sins.
Bloodied skirt, exposed hurt.
Bloodied sneakers, driving by the bleachers.
Steady hands, acting out plans.
Pressurized trigger, pull back finger.
Black handle, blood covered handles.
Full magazine, gruesome scene.
Empty canister, a new cancer.
Staring scope, deprived hope.
Heated Barrel, death written peril.
Dispensing bullets, anger she’s full of it.
Chipped desks, severed heads.
Impacted walls, faint police calls.
Shattered glass, death attracts.
Bodies down, the flag is proud.
Blood soaked tiles, bodies litter the aisles.
Wounded souls, doors closed.
Narrowed screams, a violent portrayal gleams.
Distant sirens, victims silenced.
Blurring smoke, the gun provokes.
Gas mask on, a tragedy in the dawn.
Emergency services, the hurt she did.
Police, she’s loaded to release.
Erupting explosions, a bloodied corruption.
Officer down, **** she’s proud.
Reloading yet again, pain is about to begin.
Hit through the torso, she still has the guns though.
Hard to move, starting to lose her homicidal groove.
Sheering pain, every scream sounds the same.
Another shot, her moment is lost.
Killed by the law, psychosis remains a common flaw.
Aftermath: A tragic path.
Overlooked as a simple girl, an untouched disturbed world.
Within the fragments of abuse and fantasies. Unknown abnormalities
She herself was very misunderstood, had no teachings of the common good.
Parents exposing death, they just didn’t know it.
Breeding a killer, giving violent media to justify a sinner
And they wonder why their daughter made violence a neighbor instead of a impostor.
I finally found the answers
To the questions I thought were unknown
I shall forever remain a lone wolf
This boat of mine will never reach shore
Robert Mar 15
If someday I got stuck,
Some rivers to be crossed,
I'll always keep on swimming,
To waves I shan't be lost.
It's been a while since I wrote one, keeping this one short and simple.
Keep on swimming.
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