Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
I starve myself of sustenance,
I work better hungry.
I refuse any drink,
Thirst is what drives me.
Without my drive,
I have no purpose.
Without purpose,
I am just as good as any stray stone.

I stay hungry,
I achieve,
But if I stop to eat,
I satisfy,
Then my work halts,
At a point of content.
I'm no where near as good as I could be,
So I'll keep pushing.
A hungry person works twice as hard for food.
To be a poet,
Is to constantly battle your greatest enemy,
Yourself.
If your mind is not your greatest adversary,
You'll never feel freedom in what you write,
Because if you didn't battle for the thought,
You didn't win it's right.
You are your best critique.
I'm a rap addict,
I breathe beats,
I crave rhyme,
I like when the track,
Tastes like lemon lime,
How many kinds of music,
Keep making you come back?
Not enough,
Shout out to hip-hop,
Call out to rap.
My all time favorite music.
Oskar Roux Feb 21
A letter to a lover
A letter to a friend
A letter to a foe
From a past you want to mend.

The rust colored paper
With water stains the width of eyes.
The bright red lips
Marking passion inside
Or the solemn calligraphy
Of a recipient unaware.
This box of unsent letters
Filled with that which won't be seen.

Worries that won't be said aloud
And thoughts that lay dead.
Emotions that once moved a pen,
Now lay dormant with no end.

You got those thoughts off your chest,
And to send it?
Well, you tried your best.
Your fingers tremble with hope and regret.
One day you'll send it
But not quite yet.

Hold tight dear friend
To your letter with secrets.
You wrote down the words you Just couldn't get out,
Timeless, yet dated.

They're words that once mattered
Things that stirred so deep.
Just write them down and put them in the box
Under the letters unsent,
Unaddressed beneath the massive heap.
The idea behind this was supposed to be "A letter never sent" For various reasons a letter never sent may tell many tales.
I'll pen a hundred poems,
But it doesn't matter,
If you don't read 'em.

You're my best critique,
I need you in and around my art,
Please keep reading?
I write almost everything new for you.
Thomas W Case Feb 20
There is dust on
the wall.
I watch it hang in
little wisps.
I’m distracted by  
everything.
All of it.
The small and large
items of life have me
chasing my tail, and avoiding  
the pen.

I postpone writing, like I’m
ending a bad relationship.
I avoid the tough
conversation.
I dance with impotence and
procrastination, like they are
lovely women.

I need to write.
I must create.
But there is an  
antagonist at work in the
trivial details of my
existence.
It smells like copper.
It hides the ink from  
my mind.

It would rather I do
anything else:
promote
market
*******
dream
sleep
eat
watch TV
or sometimes,
just stare at the
dust on the wall.
Here is a link to my YouTube channel where I read my poetry from my recent book, Seedy Town Blues Collected Poems, available on Amazon.com
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ryqLr9ehn7Q

I have also been experimenting with building a website.
www.thomaswcase.com
rick Feb 20
these poems here
tethered to me
by some unknown
uncontrollable force
I didn’t ask for this
I didn’t ask for any of this
all I wanted to do was to play
with the women and the music
and maybe even my kids every now and then
not knowing, not caring,
not believing, not searching
for a higher purpose
for a greater meaning
for an elixir of divinity
but they have arrived
in different variances
& mass quantities
I didn’t ask for this
now it is here
I can’t stop
I won’t stop
until it kills me
until it kills something inside of me
until there is nothing left
except
these poems here.
bellamy Feb 19
1 - Feel Nature
      Us, as humans, view ourselves as separate from nature. We think that we        
       bear any major differences from the grass that grows among us or the
       birds that fly above us. We view benign inclement weather as an
       unfortunate symptom of the world around us, something to be avoided.
       However, nature is deeply ingrained in our human spirit. We rely on it to
       live, eat and drink, and to sleep and awaken. Our involvement in nature
       is consequential as the animals we keep in zoos for amusement, the
       plants we farm for food, and the pests we evade and ****. Feel the nature
       and the life around you. Go into the woods and let the leaves, wind, and
       atmosphere consume you and replace your worldliness and doubts. Walk  
       under snow and rain and watch the water melt on you, see the water seep
       into the ground and join puddles and lakes before it evaporates and falls
       again. Sit at the shore of a lake and observe the algae drift with the
       water affected by the wind, everchanging and yet static. Bask in the
       Moon's forgiving light, watch how it monitors the stars and hides behind
       passing clouds, reluctant to reveal itself. Nature moves in seasons, just
       as we often do. As one condition of our natural surroundings leaves,
       somebody or something may enter our lives, separating one era from the
       last, creating a new essence for ourselves, until the weather changes
       once again and life's dynamic nature is confirmed. Welcome these
       changes with open arms and let the world lead you wherever it might
       take you. The sun, in affecting the environment we were born from, may
       evoke changes so great in us that we become as unrecognizable, as
       leaves change after autumn's cycle runs its course. If we don't let
       ourselves change, we will surely reach the same fate as a building built
       on sand after its creator refuses to acknowledge the changing nature of
       the tides.
2 - Respect Pain
       Change will always foster pain, as pain fosters change. Avoiding the
       pain of change simply means you are choosing the pain of staying
       stagnant. Trees do not avoid the winter coming, though the cold will
       surely make survival difficult. In preparation for the winter, as the days
       shorten and become colder, Trees will pump sap out of any pores in their
       wood, which will act as an insulator, protecting them from any
       temperatures they will not handle. However, they will also shed their
       own leaves, especially smaller and thinner ones, and let them fall in
       order to lose less water and energy. Do not run from the winter. Do not
       run from the freeze, and your losses and the sting of the cold air working
       against you. Keep yourself safe, and learn to go through life and operate
       normally under these new conditions. The pain will, someday leave,
       either through more change or familiarity. Life will be different, but
       alright nonetheless. Life will go on, with or without you, so working
       with the change and the pain it will bring is the only way to ensure you
       walk with life another day.
3 - Love
       No matter how many times it has burned you before, do not stray from
       love. Love is not purely romantic, it lives in every interaction we have in
       daily life. Showing love to somebody is not limited to what we do for
       somebody or how we act around somebody. Listen to the songs admired
       by people you love and feel their warmth in the sounds they've hung on
       to hundreds of times before. Love a piece of art by letting it deeply
       influence your own art, let the words and colors and sounds of the artists
       before you morph themselves into the art you create. Love your body by
       treating it as a temple where you, yourself, are the god. Love your own
       power by performing your skills to the best of their abilities. Love a
       deity you honor by dedicating pieces of your life both large and small to
       your worship. Love no longer performed is not love lost. This love is
       still easily felt by a warm memory, a preserved gift, or art created in its
       midst. Feel every piece of love you have as deeply and dramatically as
       possible. Love, often comes as a harbinger of pain. Love also often
       arises from the ashes of pain, providing a warmth that you may have
       lost. No matter what, love fuels every action we take, and without love,
       the cycles that run our lives would cease. If the sun no longer loved the
      earth, seasons would hold no power or rhythm. If the ocean lost its love
      for the land, life on the earth would quickly lose water, and be able to
      live no longer. An artist who loses their love of their craft is robbing
      learning and developing artists of gaining inspiration. A person who does
      not love life will quickly lose it.
Thomas W Case Feb 18
When I was
younger,
I had to learn.
Sit and wait to
write.
I  would get
impatient and force it.
If you read it,
you could tell.

Now I’m quite a bit older, and
I quit trying.
Fodder seems to be
everywhere.
I can write about
the most mundane
things.

Today I’m at the
library waiting for my
girlfriend to
finish up at the dentist.
She’s getting her
teeth cleaned.
All my drinking ruined
my teeth.
When I got them
pulled a year ago,
there wasn’t a
healthy tooth in my head.
I have dentures now, so
I don’t have to
worry about how much I drink.
I know this isn’t a
good poem, but
hey,
there she is
all shiny and bright…
and sober.
This is a repost.  I have been sober for over two years now.  Here's a link to my you tube channel where I read my poetry.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ryqLr9ehn7Q
My love for you  
is pure and true,  
a feeling that resides in my heart,  
without expectations or demands.  

I wish for your happiness,  
pray for your peace,  
and hope for your well-being,  
in every moment.  

I strive to become better,  
to be patient and strong,  
to support you from afar,  
with respect and dignity.  

This love guides me,  
to remain honest and sincere,  
to honor you with care,  
and to stay within the bounds of faith.
Next page