Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
 
Insomnia flowing through my body keeps me awake
The perks my systems lacking is making my legs shake
Out of frustration I punch my head till my skull breaks
My bruised knuckles are making my hands start to quake
A life of struggle takes it's toll
And I'll be harboring my story until I'm very old
Because this world is filled with people who don't understand
That a starving cold child was not given a helping hand
So as a young teenager I became a man
And now a broken young adult I stand
I couldn't live a life of crime and violence
And expect not to grow up with a mentality of insolence
My mind is the definition of pestilence
But I'll keep on fighting because my heart is filled with vigilance
But how can I succeed when I'm expected to fail
Every time I exhale, I have no hope to prevail
Because when I breathe a piece of my life force leaves me
And I can see it drift away as if it doesn't need me
I'm a disaster of a person
A failure as a man
A demon as a human
A pleasure for the ******
 Dec 2013 Tommy Johnson
Cass
I feel like you can't trust anyone any more.
the people you thought would always be there for you and have your back
end up always being the one to betray you.
now you're betrayed
with nothing left
just shame and guilt
that's all you feel
having someone you can tell everything to
that you think is mature enough
to keep things to themselves
tell the people who hate you the most
everything just makes you feel so stupid
makes you feel so empty alone
they know the worst feeling to feel is alone
and that's exactly what they do
make you feel alone
like you have no one
that one person that says they'll be there for you
you cant trust them
makes you feel so good and welcome
makes you feel like family
because your actual family just hates you
turns around and stabs a 12 inch butcher knife in your back
is the worst thing that could ever happen to you
and it happened
to you
all these feelings are inside
tearing you apart
eating away
all these feelings that they knew it would have caused
caused all of them
they knew it would all make things worse
they knew it would make you upset
what they may not have know
is that it would make you want to die
but they did it all
by betraying someone
who "meant so much" who they "loved"
but did they really?
no
because if they did
they wouldn't' have said anything.
-cd
Pinnocchio and the Queen!
Puppet image, sorrowful,
Rouge dusted sparkles bless his cheeks,
Such childlike image, as cheery angel,
Gay, misled by teen fantasy,
Hair coiffured not a whisper out of place,
In faded denim hot pants,
Appears out of place,
Parading as a shop mannequin,
Like a tiny harlequin,
Lust for some emotion,
Advertising wares for sale, in aim of a promotion,
A sad commodity,
Full of ****** satisfaction,
Young men, old men , suited men and booted men,
Seeking cutie prey,
Maybe,Streets paved in gold,
Fools gold in the truth was found,
Impure truth was the only thing he ever bought!
Prince Albert,although not his **** in truth,
Instead pond life **** took on the role, with cruel control,
Lives in land where tragic lies, and sorrow becomes magnified,
The shards of all, is ****** fantasies.
As an immigrant to land of city lights,
I see through windows fogged by city smoke!
Visualising through caring eyes,
What I see appalls me deep within,
Tears my soul to tears!

By ladylivvi1

© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)
This is a re-post....Just as I've been doing stations today I thought I'd repost this x This was about Victoria Station in London!
 Dec 2013 Tommy Johnson
Ben Ryan
Poems is wrong
Due to this red line.
Maybe poems died
Long time ago, and
The Word buried
Them.
With red line.

Word wants
Properly placed punctuation
Punctuating. My. Thought.
Stop flowing and go
Back your work is a
Fragment,
Consider revising.

How about if I run
And run and run
Run as fast as I
Can I’m tearing through
White with black is
Coming from me but
It’s not a pen and
Then I see that
Red again.

It sees me running
And knows I can’t
Get away. From the
Steel bars and concrete walls.
Soon I’ll give in and
Start my proper grammar.

It knows me, it
Knows my work. As
I tirelessly follow those strict rules about how to make it all scholarly.
A work of impressive
Measure. 98.

**** that! I want
My judging arrogant
Red lines back.
Those are my fans.
Highlight the best parts
A festive zig-zag.
Green and red decorations
Everywhere
Just like Christmas.

Poems is wrong
But someone made
It’s real.
If poems is wrong
Speak wrong too.
I’ve never
Considered revising.
July Thirty-first

It's been a year

Since we talked. Since you were here.

And although my life is forever changed

Through so many things, your life remains:



in a word, a smile, a scent, a sound

for that split second i look around

and tell myself you are in a better place

there is no pain upon your face.



There are no more moments to wish for peace

no more waiting for time to cease



Through the eyes of every being of light

in the innocent laugh of a child's delight

in the soft clatter of summer rain

in the crunch of gravel on dry terrain

in the glistening sun on birds in flight

and the sound of leaves rustling through the night

you speak to me.



In my dreams, these moments make hours

your smile embraces my soul

I am grateful to sense your being

you are content, at peace, and whole



As I slowly awaken, I begin to see

unlike the leaf fallen from its tree

the winds of time will not take you from me



And while your physical form is forever gone

It is through these things, mom, your life lives on.
Tell me how you miss me
Show me your sweet agony
Express your love once more to set me free

Read me your lies
Try your hardest to make me fine
Murmur your final sweet goodbyes
Next page