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Jowlough Mar 2012
Karma to the leader who spits fire,
power to the unsung and the fellow youth.
Karma to the selfish king who's hungry for credits
power to the silent minds who makes it happen

Kudos to the spirits who never raised a flag,
One's who move to ****** the corrupt and the imagery.
Down the castle walls of greed and mainstream barracks,
Time will evade the white cloth into jet black.

Power to the youth of silent hearts and quiet souls
Never surrenders naked in front of a blistering snow.
Time is the weapon, the rule is very sober.
In time you will rise, and dethrone the master
(c) 2012 - jcjuatco
I never wished to say anyhing ******
Emma S Jul 2013
Maybe if I lose some weight
Maybe if I put on more make up
Maybe if I buy nicer clothes
Maybe if I get another hair color
Maybe if I do something about my face
Maybe if I just try a little bit harder

I wouldn't be so ugly
I wouldn't disgust you

And maybe just maybe I could be the girl someone
Would look at and think
I wish my girl looked like that

And maybe you would fall for me
Just as hard as I fell for you
Maybe just maybe
I would get my brown eyed Prince Charming

But to be honest
I don't think there is anything I could do
To make you want me the way I want you

I'm hopeless
Raven Feb 2019
What do you want from me?
Why arn't you scared of me?
Why don't you care for me?
Do you fear me because I'm alone?
Slip, cut yourself on the glass and swim in your drowning blood.
It's a dark place, it's vivid, the ghosts are deadly.
Cut your tongue, you can't talk, you won't be heard.
Voices are whispers, silent.
Wonder, stay fearful.
Come, enter my dark acidic wonderland and die with me.
Eat tongues as the whisper echoes in the dark.
Freeze, don't say anyhing, just watch me.
Watch me move.
(Scream)
Horrifying, I die in placid stillness and my yell for help cannot be heard.
It's mortifying, help me.
But I love playing these games, until my heart, bleeds.
Cut me, lick my blood, watch the rabbits head twist off as he loses his race against time.
Nothing is going to save you now.
You are dead.
I wanna end me.
**** me in the dark.
The ghosts come in my dreams and pull me, they want me.
The only energies that want me, not wanted by humans, not wanted by anyone.
Nobody likes me.
**** me in the dark.
...
End me
Inspiration from Billie Eilish - Bury a friend
aniket nikhade Jul 2015
Little do we know of what we know is very little,
too little to put the next step forward,
so little that we even hesitate in putting any extra effort.

With regards to drawing any conclusion at the present moment in time,
little do we know,
if anything about everything in the present,
very little.

Like happiness, even success cannot be achieved instantaneously
Only knowing that both success and happiness have got a definite place in everyone's life will not make things work,
more importantly we need to agree and accept upon the same.

Most importantly, consistent efforts need to be made in the right direction.
Initially it's need of the hour,
then later on,
of course the same becomes a kind of a habit.

Along with time, experience and expertise, patience and perseverance also play a major role in an individual's life.

Over a period of time after actualizing the right moment in time things start to take the right shape when success comes along the way.
Everything now depends upon the future, so ascertaining the future as of now is something that cannot be stopped.

Consistenly, over a period of time something goes on in the mind
There is a sort of restlessness that seeks into the mind
Same restlessness later on becomes a concern and over a period of time the same concern gets deeper,
concern is with regards to the future,
same concern also with regards to doing everything as quickly as possible in the present.

Anxious is the state of mind now, a little bit anxious and somewhat excited to know more.

More than what has already been registered by the mind an anxious mind tries to know everything in detail.
Thoughts in the mind race from present moment of time towards future,
of course, a future has always remained uncertain.

An uncertain future remains on hold and since been on hold,
of concern remains the future,
great concern.

An uncertainty about the future at first disturbs the mind, later on over a period of time there is a restlessness that sets into the mind.

What else is there as of now?
What else is the possibility with regards to the future?
Is there any other way out?
Is there a better way of doing things?
Quite possibly some kind of innovation can be done.

Little do we know of what we know is very little
Little do we know that there is no alternative to hard work and also there is no short cut to success.

Always it's better to play safe rather than to feel sorry later.
Always it's better to know everything at first instead of straightaway jumping on any sort of conculsion,
rightaway making any kind of decision,
since both of which can spoil the game.

Each and everyone plays a game in his life,
a game of his own choice,
a game which will decide the fate of his life.

Better to discuss each and everything first
Once done, then comes the final decision
Right or wrong, of course that fate will decide later.

Little do we know of what we know is very little,
too little to put the next step forward,
so little we know of what all we know that we hesitate in putting in any extra effort.
Even as for drawing any conclusion in the present,
little do we know,
if anyhing about everything in the present,
very little.
It has been always said that haste is waste, but still there are times when we do not learn from our own mistakes and make the same mistakes in a haste
Sarah H Feb 2017
How do I tell you what I think
When the moment I see you
I forget my carefully planned speech

How do I tell you what I think
When the moment I open my mouth
I discover my words have left me

How do I tell you anything
When I don't know what you think

So I lose my confidence
And hold my tongue

Because never saying anyhing
Is better than hearing
You don't think the same as me
Brought to you by a fool in love
Lydia May 2014
Wake up!
Wake up!!
What?
I have a hole!
What?
Come see!
What?
Come and *look
!
Sure...
...What is this?
This is my hole.
It's a notebook!
It's a stack of notebooks!
How is that a hole?
It's my rabbit hole!
Your what?
**My rabbit hole!
I jump through it, you see
And anyhing can happen
I can walk on the moon!
Or breathe underwater.
Or anything!
Do you like my rabbit hole?
What an incredible universe
That we could live in
If you could only see.
Please comment :)
Colin Makgill Aug 2015
Waiting up for the morning sun to rise
Waiting up for the dawning of our mind to realise
The doubt, of why we're a live
The doubt, of what it's all about
And so you scream and shout
And so you let it all out
And so you let your insides out
Now you've turned inside out
Now you've learned what it's all about

So show me something else
That will harm my health
So show me anyhing else
That will harm my health

That will calm myself
And now lately my mind
Drives me crazy on my in insides
And now maybe I'll find
Someone who's kind
Someone who's on my side
Someone who tries
Someone who isn't blind
Maybe they're in my insides
Maybe they're inside my mind
But lately my mind has been unkind
Lately my mind has wanted me to die
sharicewatkins Jul 2013
What I want is everything even if I already have it
I want, Anyhing that sparkles even if its not gold
I want, love even if it's manufactured
I want , a mask even though I have plenty
I want, safety even if its only a state of mind
You can ask me what I want and you will receive many answers.
But if you ask what I need and you'll recieve just one, because
What I need Is you.
Zay Bliss Feb 2014
Stuck, wandering in the dark and exploring all around.
Blind as a baby in its womb , clearer is the words that shall be said when I Am found,
No need to focus, all around me and all i see is sound.
Traveling in a lightless tomb, like a man trapped in his head.
I am walking in the dark,
My ears have gained the sight,
I can no longer see my art.
But I see anyhing that emits a sound,
To me, I see as clear as light
nevaeh Feb 2021
i can't think
i can't think
i don't know
i want to write you a song
im sorry
im high
i love you
and im so ******* high wow
i have lots of thoughts
and they're all very confusing
im gonna try to catch them
and spit them out here

ummm
first of all
this is not a love poem
i knowyou know i love you
and there's nothing i can do about it

deep inside
im hoping i can say something so meaningful
so moving, that you fall in love with me again
and take me back. but thats selfish
and unrealistc
because i dont even know if im speaking english
and im supposed to be happy for you
if he makes you happy

but anyways
this supposed to be about how
i realized that this is beyond my control
an that it is absolutely about you
im trying to understand
i want to understand
im going to end this
before i say anyhing else stupid
Raj Bhandari Aug 2019
I don't want anyhing,just leave me alone please,
I am lonely old soul,what I need is
Just total peace!
jeffrey conyers Feb 2011
I have notice love is like te devil.
It gets blame for everything.
Our mind isn't no fool.
It sometimes follow when it should lead you.
Understand love hadn't done anyhing wrong.
It was the brain.

We let that ***** get off so innocently.
When it's the operation, of everything.
It walks around talking about the heart.
As, if it never played a single part.
Please realize love hadn't done anything wrong.
It's that thing called a brain.

Like the sun being out when it rain.
We begin to question's the weather.
Like a bird that loses one feather.

The brain stays quiet and laugh, at us.
While realizing it controls the heart in us.
And it laugh because we don't use it right.
So, it let us blame the other parts.
And that always seems to be the heart.

Heart ache, heart break, heart love trouble.
We say ****** when we are in pain.

But really, love hadn't done nothing wrong.
It's the brain that when problems arise it stays quiet.
Like the pride we hide behind.
Accepting defeat for one last time.
All rights owned, by jeffrey t. conyers- From Mind Games

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