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Can you please shut up?

I can't stand your silence,

and I need to remember I'm mad at you.
Believe the lies
That's on you
Follow the majority
Oppose those throwing stones
Spoke the truth stand in front of a firing squad
No trial choice was made death the only option
Not like the rest name mention others protest
Debate on fate that's great
No voice or say but if roles flipped
Everything would be delayed
Hate shows and grows
Not worthy of the hate of the fakes
Get cold reactions
Can't be hurt anymore
Hit rockbottom knock down
Won't stay down on the bottom
A thief steals.
They doesn't borrow.
A man cries.
He feel the sorrow.
Probably always to tomorrow.

It's been said, it takes a thief to know one.
Same could be said that it takes a lover to catch a lover.
Those that shares the same interest.
Has some we can barely mention.

Might be the lips.
Might be something more.
Or intimate skills that needs teaching to others.

You might have to set a love trap.
And hope the one you seek is in there.
Cause love is very rare.

Love isn't a crime.
Never have been.
But you will feel like you're serving time.
 Mar 2013 The amateur poet
JL
If I could reach inside
and pull out a string of my own thoughts
for you to swallow and make yours,
I would.
If I could piece together a drill formidable enough
to shatter stone to dust,
I would.

Then, it would be different
than sitting still and letting the rain
thump rhythms against the rooftop;
even though sound cannot find a pathway
to squeeze in between the crevices,
somehow, a cloud manages to condense above me
and then, I am soaked in the sky's tears--
then it becomes impossible
to tell its rainfall from mine.

Here instead, I watch you feel around
the edges of my glass box,
searching for an entrance and finding none.
Here instead, nothing penetrates
but wind and clouds.
 Mar 2013 The amateur poet
Mia
It's been 10 days,23 hours, 59 minutes, 1 second
Since you last called.
Am tired of staring at the phone
hoping you're thinking of me
Tired of checking your last messages
Saying you love me
That it will be different this time
I try to restrain myself
So that I don't text you
Begging you to call me
To love me.
Questions rise like a smoke cloud
does he even love me?
Am losing myself in agony
I need you
To talk to me
To see me
To want to.
I miss having you here
To show me you care
Right now I don't even know
if I was right to let you in.
Guilty conscience trying to flip words
Not talking to the person
Made things personal
Rushed and pressured conclusions made
Said from the beginning
Now the ending has changed
Doesn't make sense or sound right
Expressed opinions translated to something else
Hate my thinking or what I have to say
Eventually leads to good day
Over it letting go
Adding to frustration feel it grow
Mag
Dont rush no pressure
Trying to be yourself
Sounds like there is someone else
Don't what to make of the situation
All has failed building a foundation
Put on the spot nothing is what was thought to be
Things end mostly because no one will argee
Talk of love fear of commitment
Start over left overs make it complicated
Other plans idea mind of it's own
No hands holding on lose control
Stop wasting time not yours or mine
Walk way stay away things are messed up
You ran
I ran
Faster than light,
Invisible to the keenest human eye
We ran towards the safest haven.
Almost giddy with excitement
Heart fluttering on the
Delicate wings of ecstatic butterflies
Forsaking everything behind
Just you and me

We zoomed by,
Humans and objects,
All just a mélange of colors
Hallways went by
In the blink of an eye
Not yours or mine
Just the shrewdest eye
Voices called out to us
Allies raring to join
Teachers frantic to stop
Corridors vast enough to dissolve into

Stop, came after a long, lingering voyage
Breathing in short abundant pants
We beheld the eye of each other
And in that moment
I realized we were more than partners in crime
We were, you and me
Two friends destined to be
In each other’s memory
Forever
And
Ever
And ever.
I wanted to simply
Know all of something

I knew I could not
Except in something small

I found the answer
Realized my desire

I learned all about nothing

...

Is that possible?
Does that make it something?
Quick write... Realizing the truthiness in the idea that the more you know the less you know.
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