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 May 2017 Lote Do
Ashley
Depressed Depressed Depressed
They stay, staining the grass upon which they lay.
Corpse that walk amongst the living,
with beautiful smiles that hide their trimmings.
 Apr 2017 Lote Do
Ryan Holden
Work
 Apr 2017 Lote Do
Ryan Holden
I am autumn fall lost in wind,
Elusive but enmeshed,
Blind to see the path,
Yet eyes wide open,
A poem about doing something you hate.
 Apr 2017 Lote Do
Ryan Holden
I'm alone,
Nobody around to hear my soft cries,
I hope for hospitality,
All I receive is brutality,
Help,
Somebody must care,
I'm broken and it's not fair,
All I need is a caring hand,
I bury my head into the sand,
It will be easier that way,
Because nobody seemed to care yesterday nor today,

I'm a fraction away from insanity,
Crushed heart in need of help for vanity,
I beg for attention,
Yet I receive nothing but rejection.
Just something I wrote about people who suffer with depression. I wanted to express how they can feel, despite people showing they care, however, they will never truly know. The title represents how they're not alone "almost alone" but they believe they are!
 Apr 2017 Lote Do
Braxton Reid
I feel the radiating heat falling off my engine
As I sit by and partake in a ritual passed on from men before me
The smoke hits my fingers and I know this is a religion that should be forgotten

In my mind im trying to prepare for a service to a community I betrayed
By getting behind a wheel while I was emotionally unvailable for those around me

A sense of accomplishment inside me for fixing this now radiating engine that sits besides me just a few hours ago
There's something to be said for hard work

I'm doing okay
I have a past, but it doesn't define me
It let's me know that I'm just as human as anyone around
And humbles me when that sense of accomplishment trys to turn into a beast of triumph that is above the world
 Apr 2017 Lote Do
Sirenes
We sat on the floor
You and me
I still feel like a young girl
And you still act like a young man
We sat on the floor
You and me
You said you forget the bad
And only hold on to the good.
We smiled and I saw myself
Within you.
There are lines forming around our eyes.
Nearing 30, you and me...

"Do you know what happens, when you ignore all the bad?"

He said he didn't know

you drift apart slowly, until there's nothing left to remember except the bad

But we didn't know that
When we were younger.
We didn't know.

— The End —