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#vague
As of yet I haven’t received enough information to make an assessment on the ingrained craziness in this beautiful world. It’s the continual attention to the chaos that distorts pure love. So I close my eyes for just a moment and send a prayer out to the suffering universe. Then I’m on my merry way!
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Sep 3, 2025
Sep 3, 2025 at 8:01 AM UTC
Vague Observations
He rubbed at his head, a stinging kind of numbness, bloodied pieces of his own skin were stuck there now, he wiped it on his sweater (that used to be blue, now it was mostly this muddy brown-purple color from the blood and dirt) he thought for sure that he was dying, he was abandoned there, out in some alleyway. someone had taken him out to the garbage, he had no idea who, he couldn’t bring himself to care. he leaned against the building, bleeding and thinking. he wondered if he’d get a gravestone. his mom was dead now, why would he? he didn’t die that day he got to live another year, but he never did get a gravestone. he was buried in his childhood home’s backyard, a few steps away from where his sister was buried alive, he wondered where she was now that he knew she hadn’t died. he hoped she somehow found him. he hoped the tragedy of her little brother lying ****** in an unmarked grave was enough for her to forgive all he’d done. he didn’t regret it, it was always going to end this way. he’d carry no guilt to his hole in the ground.
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Mar 14, 2025
Mar 14, 2025 at 10:55 PM UTC
Bleeding, Dying
If the devil is in the details, Then where is god? In the contradiction? The vague? In the hate, And judgment? Maybe it lies in the imagination? Or is it sitting up in heaven Watching his creation Go up in flames Refusing to take any action? Could you imagine? ©2024
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Nov 26, 2024
Nov 26, 2024 at 6:52 PM UTC
~•§•~ Devilish Details ~•§•~
If you ask who this is, It's not important. That a man has a name, What is its purpose But recognition? I don't care about the hate, But I don't want praise- Yet, I would hate to leave you in confusion. The double edged knife, When the answers hurt us both. Perhaps it's better not knowing.
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Aug 3, 2024
Aug 3, 2024 at 9:38 PM UTC
Let Me Bleed
I have an answer, I had one prior to the question- So, why ask? I would rather wonder Than assume to know fact, Even if I am proven wrong. Even if it is painful.
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Aug 3, 2024
Aug 3, 2024 at 9:17 PM UTC
Midnight City
The past haunts, The future taunts Leaving one to be the sorry, Lowly, lonely, Monkey in the middle amongst the what-nots I'm not a fan of this short story of hollow dots and vague plots One man's constant nightmarish thoughts Are anothers breaking point spots ©2024
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Jul 20, 2024
Jul 20, 2024 at 2:48 PM UTC
~•§•~ The Monkeys Monkey in the Middle ~•§•~
Salting the earth Take it from the first books- Though you may feel you are gentle, The judgements against you are harsh. They span far beyond your life, Gleaning the collective journey Of sweat & of blood. If your mind is clouded, Drain the marsh. For there are no waters Too deep or too shallow That will supersede a verdict.
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Jun 6, 2024
Jun 6, 2024 at 1:47 PM UTC
Whelpings' Wars
I shutter desire, I quiet fear, And drag a rusty blade across my skin. It's about what I let out, Not what I've taken in. These sweat and tears, This blood that drops, I hope you all soak it up. Each of you, like ***** mops; Never getting anything clean, Just spreading all the muck around And calling everyone *****
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May 30, 2024
May 30, 2024 at 4:37 PM UTC
Marbled Miscreants
The best way to goad a lie? Believe it yourself. But it's even easier To convince others of the truth Being false itself The contrast between truth and falsehood Lie in the whether The inquiring party Believe, or not; Sufficiently convinced enough?
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May 23, 2024
May 23, 2024 at 6:42 PM UTC
Tall Tales
Listening to the great leader And he promises better wages, A better economy, Safer streets, Domestic manufacturing for national autonomy. Just wondering when it's supposed to begin, So far as I can see The politicians taking the stage Are long bought before they address the Republic. 40 years of presidents like pages, Each turning over to new additions to a chapter This awful period befallen our nation. Another ink blotch, intelligible stains, On the history of America
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May 18, 2024
May 18, 2024 at 9:10 AM UTC
A Play Of Sports
What peace is spoken of? What normalcy? More war? Further widening the gap Between the rich & the poor? Another mean-nothing speech, Full of thoughts and prayers Never to be carried to term? Bills brought to the floor Only to be stalled by their authors? Flirting with failure From manufactured crisis, and with Pointless battles over culture. Never have the oppressive been more direct In their inability to lead Views, values, beliefs; Scavenging their remains Akin to common vultures.
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May 15, 2024
May 15, 2024 at 11:45 AM UTC
It's A Way Of Life
I knew It was coming the moment I opened the door. The sky warned me. A distant, dull voice whispered, "You can't beat It." The sweetest sadness slowly ****** each syllable. I accepted the challenge and began to pedal. For a while, I pedaled without disturbance, except for a distant, dull sky sadly trailing behind. Watching. Waiting. Knowing. Then It came. It took its time. It was not the one who needed to hurry. I pedaled on and felt It kiss the tip of my forehead, then lick the side of my nose, leaving me cold. I began to count the touches; one, two -pedal, pedal, pedal, pedal - three - pedal, pedal, pedal - four - pedal - five - pedal, pedal - six -pedal - seven - pedal - eight, nine, ten... And I’m drenched.
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Jan 26, 2024
Jan 26, 2024 at 10:58 PM UTC
The Second Confession
Read the people around you Long ago I saw the stars above They went somewhere Its an idea, like all the others Just as all the others A distant, cold place But familiar I understood, maybe some day At the end of the day Burns never heal Only out-shined by new flame I am the Iron, that stains
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Dec 12, 2023
Dec 12, 2023 at 12:21 AM UTC
Dissociation
The time is always now. The lifeless Fates allow. So never then, never when, Always here. Always now. Nights and days we lived then. Their Shade Reflects again. What is my vow? Always now. Future, past, are heathen. Will myself escape when, I leave this eyeless glenn, What is my vow? Always now. Never then. Never when. Always here. Always now.
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Oct 12, 2023
Oct 12, 2023 at 4:46 PM UTC
Now
In the pool hall, We speak of revolution And on resolutions. How to wake people up? We are all so consumed, With the struggles of day-to-day. So focused on the bottom line: We're letting the future slip away.
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Aug 28, 2023
Aug 28, 2023 at 12:23 PM UTC
Five Months After August
The best laid plans, like grains of sand are swiftly streaming through my hands Don't get excited don't celebrate yet every time I do I lose the bet These vapid clichés Shuttered plays Days and days Waste away Into the endless tangled fray
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Jul 5, 2022
Jul 5, 2022 at 4:47 PM UTC
Of Mice and Men
Something falls, and bumps, there's a shadow in the house -- roaming through the walls.
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May 27, 2022
May 27, 2022 at 3:58 AM UTC
[ Something falls, and bumps ]
Tell me what to do about my fear of those things -- that may be hidden.
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Apr 14, 2022
Apr 14, 2022 at 3:56 AM UTC
[ Tell me what to do ]
is it right to follow the law if it is not right? is it just to dole out justice with a lady liberty lacking sight? when so many are the disenfranchised and the majority of wallets, tight is a moratorium ending harming or mending? where is the break in our dark someone illuminate rational light for the contrast is stark between those who laze and those who fight
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Jul 7, 2021
Jul 7, 2021 at 4:50 PM UTC
Geopolitical Blues
yesterday my thoughts lost in the pines i heard a rustling of leaves crooned the sunlight sheepishly trespassed between the thick branches and I stepped forward, and I slipped then I stood up seeing the hollow it was left ajar although undeterred, I was afraid of uncertainties thrilling my veins suddenly my body flitted like water roaming in a drainway my mouth spoke an unknown language of pain and ache unfamiliar faces cherished my appearance it was vague, not that dim and they said I was born.
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May 17, 2021
May 17, 2021 at 3:46 AM UTC
I was born
vagrancy forms the pupil loitering firms a study a passenger of the seasonal influence believe in the homeless the pigeons and the litter lovingly observe the unhandled gaps in our gathered mouthings believe in big babies believe in display the posters walls malls the money bleed that we are sincere to and the signals that thread us to one single box invited and isolated housed unhoused on vacation and vacated inattentive pupils
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Mar 27, 2021
Mar 27, 2021 at 11:26 PM UTC
Vague
is the death so dearly wished, final words upon your lips? leave the world, fatal breaths, cross thy heart and lay to rest? the shining glimmer in your eyes, blotted out: a cloudy sky. the warmest hearth, stomped out cold, the ****** of a soul of gold.
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Jan 24, 2021
Jan 24, 2021 at 1:20 AM UTC
physics class
Where is my soul? I am empty inside Where is my heart? I am empty inside What are those feelings You are talking about? For I do not feel them, I am empty inside There is a void where my heart should be, A black hole inside my chest. It´s eating me from the inside, Choking me every day. I cannot understand your love, I cannot understand your happiness, For I am, and always will be, Empty inside. Inject me with poison, I won´t feel the pain. Set me on fire and watch me burn, For there is no food for the flames. The sun won´t warm my body, The snow won´t make me hurt. For my body is numb, For my mind is screaming, For I am empty inside. Your pain is raging, Like an ocean at war. Brutal in its force, Peaceful in its wake. My pain is creeping, Lingering and never truly gone Like the scent of rotten flesh in the sun, Impossible to ignore. I am empty inside, For I do not feel them, Those feelings you are talking about. I am empty inside For my heart isn´t there any more I am empty inside For my soul has disappeared I am empty inside And I don´t remember who I am.
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Jan 22, 2021
Jan 22, 2021 at 7:44 AM UTC
Empty inside
this is a test to see how this works, and if this will still be here. and if it's not, i guess that's just how the world is supposed to work. ... but it's still here, so i don't really know how to process this now, i suppose. i doubt this is a metaphor and even if it were, i have no subject it would be for.
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Dec 3, 2020
Dec 3, 2020 at 7:01 PM UTC
what exactly was my thought process writing this?