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Robin Wright May 7
Sometimes I'm scared to walk outside
Cause the world has gone insane
It seems we need a miracle
To save us from this pain
Tragedy is all I see
When I turn on the news
The politicians and media
Are plotting their next ruse
Why can't we all, just use our minds
And think all by ourselves
Instead of buying the stories
That the media, is trying to sell
The media, is selling hate
And we're all buying in
The world is on a dinner plate
And their feeding off our sins
Their using social platforms now
To fully extend their arms
Knowing that will fuel the fire
And cause us further harm
Honesty is dead and gone
The world has lost its heart
We need to come together now
Before the world, just falls apart
Rallies filled with picket signs
Aren't working anymore
Cause everyone's, completely forgotten
Just what we're fighting for
We need to put down all the signs
And throw our weapons down
And remember that peace, is the safest way
To find some common ground
Hate has caused a million problems
But never solved, a single one
Its escalated, to the point
Where we're turning, on everyone
Our leaders need to do the job
We elected them to do
They need to find, a peaceful way
To help us make it through
They need to put, agendas aside
Forget the left and right
Cause if they don't, I just don't see
A resolution in sight
They can't make this, about politics
Our problems are bigger than that
Their agendas, have turned us against each other
And that's a simple fact
So, set aside your differences
And set aside your greed
And fix this mess, that you have made
That's what, our country needs
Quit with all the personal attacks
On one another's lives
You can play, your political games
On some else's time
It's time for you, to join forces now
And put your heads together
You made this mess, now clean it up
It's time to make this better
There's one thing, that I know for sure
And that's, hate is bred from hate
And it's clear to see, that this is what
Has brought us to this state
You should be ashamed
Of all, the chaos, you've allowed
You haven't done, a single thing
To make this country, proud
So shut your mouths, and get to work
The country, is depending on you
It's time for you, to do the job
We hired you to do.
If you would like to read more, I have 2 books on Amazon. “We are all strangers here” and “An Unfiltered Mind” by Robin L. Wright.
Ameliorate Sep 2018
Outside the leaves turn yellow and I’m struggling
My mind becoming my enemy, replaying memories from a time which doesn’t exist to me any longer
Two years ago we became one, something I never imagined
We spent days and days together until you asked me to move in with you
Two years later and five months since we broke up yet it’s all I think about
Cascading liquid tears fall from tired eyes as I remember the life I never wanted to leave behind
My eyes are mourners, dressed in black visiting the gravesite of what we were, together  
Each blink is a silent goodbye to pieces I’m still not ready to leave behind
How do you stop loving someone who gave you everything and seemingly took it away just as fast?
Those moments my heart remembers despite fleeting time and energy
Fall apart, fall asleep and dream of then when leaves changing colours meant falling in love with you and building a family.
A family I still see almost every day, but it’s no longer mine.
So yes, five months after the fact I’m still coming to terms with you being gone.
Feelings I cannot control and memories hovering like an unresolved ghost.
I am haunted by what we were and the fact that you can still look me in the eyes after the way you left without a second glance.
Twenty-nine years old doesn’t make heartbreak any less significant and difficult.
Perhaps someday I’ll be able to make sense of being alone.
America Aug 2018
mosquito bites! how i wish
we could get mosquito bites together
if only it meant i got to skip in the meadow with you

for the day has yet to end
and i just want to climb trees with you
(LET THEM SING THAT WE'RE K-I-S-S-I-N-G)
and listen to your music and feel your hair and remind myself
that stardust isn't only found in stars
your lips are laced with it

you and your magnificent smile that i want to kiss so bad oh my gosh why can't i get a freaking grip-

anyway, see you tomorrow?
Sachiko Jul 2018
He looked at his object with an eye.
So, he came closer to clarify.
An angle that will compliment for each element.
A product that can make a statement.
He chose the bright colors to incorporate.
Because her smile suited a great light.
He focused the subject, and suddenly it was fading.
She was started running.
Running, from the picture perfect life that he created.
She was a medium of unrealistic bliss.
And found herself out of nowhere.
People envied her but they didn’t know the  truth.
She was missing the unfiltered life.
She spaced out, and her heart was bruised.
He was definitely imaginative.
And fooled by unreachable perspective.
He looked at his object with an eye.
Thinking, with her was a root of a great life.
I wrote this during the fall season, and at the same time my brother and his girlfriend broke up. And that situation was my inspiration to just write as I see him every single day trying to figure out all the answers to all his questions.
Marisol Quiroz Jul 2018
i do not speak like a poet.
my words are clumsy and callous
and i often trip over my own tongue.
there is no beauty to my words
or thought to my form,
and my voice does not fall soft and slow
like honey song, drizzled sweetly into willing ears.
rather it is raspy and quick-tongued,
laced with mispronounced words and oddly said accents.
my sentences race ragged and jumpy,
with capricious contours and half-finished phrases,
and i often lose my train of thought.
impulsive and unrefined,
i do not speak like a poet.

— but on paper i am a different person
Patricia Soriso Jun 2018
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1. how long have i been awake?

2. my eyes are heavy from witnessing the same ****,

3. like i’m stuck in a cursed time loop of desolation,

4. but i’m more than scared to close them for i might stumble upon the ending of my unfinished dreams and decide to not open them anymore

5. how long have i been like this?

6. i hum a good song in my head to silence the thought of entirely giving up

7. hoping that a perfect rhythm and melody is enough to imprison the horrifying memories that’s been living in the corner of my mind for too long

8. i wish that i hold more words to tell my truth

9. and that my body is strong enough to handle its aftermath

10. i wish that i still have time to witness the sunrise

11. even if every time i breathe –

12. i feel myself fade away
C Solace May 2018
The world looks at him, and gets lost in the confusion.
  She looks at him, and she is lost in his world.
Passers by stare at her unknown, unaware for the beauty within
  To him, her beauty lies far beneath her freckles.
Many of us can not even muster the courage to talk to one another
  Let alone, hold a candle to the splendor of true honesty & compassion.

Often replicated but never duplicated
  but duplication is within her.
Labeled for life to be a stigma,
  a supposed taboo.
Earthly born to be ‘weak’,
  but Heaven saw fit to grant her a strong heart & even fiercer spirit.
Undeserving of loyalty, for man deems her ‘broken,’
  Her presence screams throughout time,
“I am NOT broken!”
  She was made for him.

He fits to her soul like the last puzzle piece,
  Vibrant, making the whole picture complete.
Racing is his mind, nothing seems to calm,
  until he sees her, his fiery red hair gal.
Excitement is a curious creature,
   It can be wonderful, when expected.
Speaking can be useful, after much altering.
   But he doesn’t have to change for her,
She knows exactly who he is, and even more.
   He knows how to woo her, from the deepest part of his heart.

Very matter of fact, no filtering required
  for this is a special kind of love.
A love that many so often throw aside,
  to glamorize a cheap imitation.
Bright lights, loud stares, and quiet words
  determined to shatter their dreams.
Hollywood glitz & glamour films, tell of impossible tales
   knowing that they themselves, long for something real.
Give us a tale of how we should love,
  how not to cast aside the broken.
For it is our true stories, of undeserving compassion
  How we are loved for everything we are,
Give us a Love Story like Marissa & Billy.

Please visit the link below to know more about their story:

https://www.facebook.com/Marissa-Billy-a-special-needs-love-story-166422050876423
Poetic T May 2018
The frail engines of the past
                 still linger
on the fossil fuel of indoctrinated
perceptions of love,
that were a wonder of the old world.

But found to be filled though
                      ignorant filters of the present.
Prudish, falseness of male masculinity.

Were all engines of unfamiliar injections.
                   That fuel, the love bound within
the pistons of our revving heart.  
                   Fossilised yet each of us
                            still seem to be able
to ignite the fuel of others yearning.

The old engines are redundant,
                     new ages of passion
       fuelled by the spark that a generation
accepting that the fuel of love isn't singular.
                But that we ignite off any source
                that'll help our heart run in unison.
Cameron Banowsky Oct 2017
Ive run circles around,
The of right and wrong and where one should belong.
So listen closely,  truth comes in all forms
Even remotely.

You don't scare me.
You threats are empty.
Just like the promises you sell,
It's just not friendly.

So *******.

Power comes when you see
That when you draw fist blood
It's not me who bleeds.

I am certain that you will start to feel
That living life as you do
Slows, not stops, the truth
And truth is real.

So eat the **** that you have been wanting us to eat,
Then I'll be satisfied in knowing
This meal was something forced through your teeth.

Payback isn't always what you may have believed.
This is all you, and unfortunately you'll see.

You aren't even worth the time
Nor does your name deserve a shoutout
In this ticked off rhyme.
I don't need anybody else to fine.

Run along now, go **** with someone else's life.

So I guess I'll let it pass.
But don't think I pity your sorry ***.
Don't think I am grateful for ****.
At the end of the day, your nothing but my *****.
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