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#thecycle
I was told the sky was blue, but what if it was not blue? What if your concept of blue and my concept of blue are two different blues? So I’m seeing green and you’re seeing purple, but we both call it the same thing, as we are told to do. My fun cannot be fun because society did not make it that way. Your life cannot be lived the way you want because you’ve not earned that right. Your love cannot be the way you love because it is not the way we agreed upon. We are always told what to say, what to do, but by who? It’s a contract we sign when we learn. It’s a contract we sign when we go out in the world. It’s a contract on how to behave accordingly. You must do it that way. Say it this way. Act that way. Please sign here.
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Apr 13
Apr 13, 2026 at 11:29 AM UTC
The Social Contract
It's been twenty long years Puppet to entertain Stepping back from it now I'm in awe; Can't explain Like that saying is said Definition: insane To repeat the same actions Expect not the same Final outcome, results Thinking somehow they'll change Foolishly I'd go back And would replay our game Said each time it's the last I'm done feeling this pain Once the moment has passed My conviction will fade I am stuck in the past History here to stay If unknown will relapse Help me tie off a vein It all happens so fast Find myself in a grave As I'm dying, you laugh Your messed up and depraved But the buck I can't pass I'm the one who's to blame 'Cause the actions I act Full control I contain Simply get what is asked Have no right to complain Can no longer react Must take hold of the reigns If I can't make a path Set the forest ablaze Leaving nothing but ash Flatten over and pave Stop this ride or I'll crash Can no longer sustain My permission not asked But that all ends today A court jester for laughs No more; I will not play Jump to first; Had been last Discontinued the race Hoisted sail on the mast Moving forward with faith Don't let door hit your *** Time you be on your way
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Jun 23, 2019
Jun 23, 2019 at 2:48 PM UTC
Twenty long years
There is a duality in this existence there is a part we play no role in There are spaces we could and would never fit into. But we are here & there is no going back There is only this time that stands now & possibly the day after that. Still, there is an aching radiant lining in all of us, the moment of. Let's be here unwavered & unafraid, carving heirlooms for ghosts for a future, we will never exist in. Tumbling like sand cathedrals We will float together maybe.
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May 29, 2019
May 29, 2019 at 4:56 AM UTC
the sand stone that blows in the wind
it begins like this: I didn't realize fall was ending that global warming brings various change so when it became cold my bones reflected the weather reports till they became disjointed//dismembered with all the other broken parts// tumbling along with it. and now my injuries are representing all four seasons and everyone has got their way, got their reasons... so I ask the universe this- if the earth will just have a little mercy on me... please..
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Feb 15, 2016
Feb 15, 2016 at 5:37 PM UTC
The: Intro//
Is it weird, that I sit here, thinking about the now? Thoughts are cleared, and I might fear, that I'm lost somehow? In this moment, I feel alive, and it's rather freeing. But I'm broken, and I'm deprived, how am I so late to seeing? Fear sets in, mind starts to race, and my heart beats faster. I begin, "I don't like this place," but I stop with no answer.
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Apr 24, 2014
Apr 24, 2014 at 10:02 PM UTC
Emptiness