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Mason Hollows Nov 2014
Listen
My skin glistens
The sweat drips ~n~
I feel the motion
The rise of my emotions
The tingle in the spine
Expands in time
Engulfing my muscles
With adrenaline, hustle
**** reason
Incite treason
Don’t back down
Don’t turn aroun’
Introduced, an obstacle
Beat it like a rock, unstoppable
Heart, rhythm, momentum
Breath, flex, go get ‘em
Never rest,
There is no success
As soon as you think you won,
Something hits your chest
So stand up, strong
This fight is gunna last long
In 1 second,
You could be gone

ViKing
By GeoEthE
mj cusson Sep 2013
Girls are so stupid,
belief in make-believe and cupid.
they all read the same teen zeens
and flatter talk ‘bout the same celebrities.

Seep through the ignorants for the wise.
falling always for the same players with clever guise.
Then there’s the dumb boys who are treated like flies.
The smart ones ignore girls and put on ties.

Can this get any better?
smootch-stick, cheap-trick,
fun-run, one night stan’,
can’t we make this better?

The girls try on boys like they’re shopping for clothes,
the ladies spend their time being played and strung along.
The boys spend the nights sleeping with new heart-throbs,
While the gentleman finds his wife sleeping aroun’.

Boys are so stupid,
time-spent on getting girls in their bed.
they kiss and tell,
and make-believe all is well.

Seep through the wise for the ignorants.
falling always for the same woman with clever tempts.
then there’s the dumb girls who are treated like *****.
The smart ones ignore the boys and go for the rent.

Can this get any better?
smootch-stick, cheap-trick,
fun-run, one night stan’,
can’t we make this better?

The girls try on boys like they’re shopping for clothes,
the ladies spend their time being played and strung along.
The boys spend the nights sleeping with new heart-throbs,
While the gentleman finds his wife sleeping aroun’.


I am so not stupid,
I can see that I need only bread.
I speak of positive things,
with negative songs I sing.

seep through the patient and find worthy suiteress.
don’t care for the melodrama nor the stress,
sometimes dumb and other times in my unrest.
The smart one is thrown away because he’s a pest.

Can this get any better?
smootch-stick, cheap-trick,
fun-run, one night stan’,
can’t we make this any better?

The girls try on boys like they’re shopping for clothes,
the ladies spend the most time being played and strung along.
The boys spend the nights sleeping with new heart-throbs,
While the gentleman finds his wife sleeping aroun’.

And I keep going forward,
toward,
without a care nor word.
I apologize for any ill-will; this one I wrote on a very bad day.
Eleanor Sinclair Apr 2016
Migrants on highways-- hunger and need
In their eyes,
No argument, no system,
Need
Men fought for wage
Work for thirty--
Twenty-five--
Twenty
I’m hungry for work--
The kids see
They can’t run aroun’
They bloated up
--I’ll work--
for a little piece of good wages
Prices up
Great owners
Glad they bring more people in
Wages went down
We’ll have serfs again
*--Blackout Poem Chapter Twenty-One--
Aye think o this
When winter breezes blaws aroun'
whare silent thochts are filled wae gloom
and drifting words,they echo past
frae fearful man an fearful lass
In haunted hooses and misty lans
whare Ghosties an gobblins an unco bans
Pass atween this an theirs, that form
amidst tha thunders crashing storm.

Aye tucked up aroun yeer mithers apron
wae teeth a nashing an voices wailing
Fine ye ken this unhaly nicht
tis filled wae all unGodly licht
Craw tha Banshee frae tha Ben
like howlet song throughoot tha Glen.
Satan, Auld horney casts his lots
for innocent bairnies fresh frae their cots
An' ancient stories there arise an fly
Like shooting stars that fill tha sky
for here in tales tha croonies dae rattle
in haunting airs and fiendish battle
leagons arise tae tha masters calling
This nicht hell awakens, aahhh tha heevens are falling.

Here in blackened darkened skies
whare lichtning flashes weaves an cries
An mortal man fears fa his soul
against that heelish burning coal
Ministers intae their beds are fleeing
wae ranting verses fa all their Dealing.

Whare auld worn hags an witches cast
upon tha waters that blaw an blast
drooning mony tha ship an sailor
all fa tha glory O their Demonic tailor
when cauldrens stir in bubbling brews
An damnation demands its richtful dues
tha lan' it heaves and haws
devouring all within its jaws
A Blood red Moon casts her lot
whare evil men have Died an fought
tha Earth auld an worn frae tribulation
demands the blood of every nation.
Here within the fields o life
brither against brither in war an strife
hae released all this fiendish nightmare
fa all their guilt,fa all they share


Alisdaire O'Caoimph
Gabriela Jimenez Mar 2010
I wanna spin aroun
Until I die
See The Sky
From the ground up high

Live Breathe Die

With all that stains
my insides
Revolts  turns
Wuntil They are Outsides

Live breathe die
KathleenAMaloney Dec 2015
I was danglin' my feet off the edge of that pretty throne
called Childhood..
swinging up and down and all aroun'
twistin, sometimes just dangling my feet, twin tin'...

and all the while, My pappies were standing by the picnic table,
talking about how sad it was
that they ******* a man.. ruined his life in fact..
and well, after all , thats just how it's gotta Be
it was accident and all... sort of

and I heard 'em telling a lie in fact!!  a Whole Lie about this guy!!
an wasn't even nothin' that took place.. Nothin!!
and not one of 'um.. with enough integrity to say anything

so I sat there swinging.. thinking 'bout it all...
then,
I heard a man come up and say "problem solved ...he done killed himself..."

and it was then, that I saw the LIFE leave their bodies
everyone of them..
except ONE.....

lifted up like smoke
just left em...
knowing what they'd done
lied, hated.. ruined a person, took away his Name...his  hope..

left 'em, with all the children unfinished..
not one son grown up yet

So I asked that One... what are gonna do?

and I Saw him Look... and SEE
the legacy of his Life
standing out like a Vision of the Grand Canyon
Pristine like....

and then suddenly, there was rivers  inky Blackness flown' like crazy...
running thru the hollows
running,
like a River of unstoppable Magnitude
cutting through Rock like it was Nothin'

creating a whole new World of UNDERSTANDING.....

and he turned to me and said...
I'm gonna make it Right
For your Pappy...

and He did.
He saved my Life.
He fixed my breathing...
We really just want to be Love.. Love is its own Power.. No one has it...
Vicki Acquah Nov 2015
FOR ***** RUDY RAY STYLE:

Was on one cold and winters day
was born this dangerous lyricist
by the name of King *****.
The day he was born he ask for the mic.
Ha ha ha was all that he said: Like
“I am through laughing
let's move ahead “That sultry laugh gave us a fright.
He was gangster like his Mamma—
So I had work to do. “Talk sweet to the ladies I said to my son.
Give um that work and get the job done.
Trying to get him to talk nice at first was hard;
Then out of the blue he was spitting sweet bars ….

THEN I HEARD HIM ON A CIPHER-
NOT TOO MANY ARE NICER..
Kane ***** used to accuse folks of
yammin' his wings..he then realized
he had slammed them himself.
He was able to laughed now more than thrice.
And his Swag was sounding twice as nice.

He still talked tough and his manner was rough,
As it seemed the ladies had peeped him...
They ignored his roar,,, and heard his pain.
Soon got to know that he was a smart main.
He knows what he knows and that's how it goes.
He's down to earth and stays on his toes.
And if he don't know -He'll find someone that does.

.......with this Rhyme" BY RUDY RAY MOORE"..
I 'll close...

“Now—YOU WALK AROUN HERE WITH YA NOSE ALL SNOTTY -
IF YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU'RE DOING..
YOU NEED TO ASK SOMEBODY”.





:

.
¯ ¯ ¯ ¯ ¯ ¯ ¯ ¯ ¯ ¯ ¯ ¯
alas,
my dearest
Xanthippe,
I do so pine
for thee—

arrestless
tender touch
what's left
mine eyes
b'labored,
beauty!

gen'rous hums
the crest
aroun'neath
ambrous
skye's
seduction,

'pon thy leather,
set me down,
coerced aback
by thine
induction..


∘ ⊱‧⌍  ⌈✞⌋  ⌌‧⊰ ∞
﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋﹋
Akash mazumdar Mar 2014
Wer is d love wer is d felling??
It's only alone dat m living,
no one bothers wat i do,
dey r simply ignoring me cuz dey wanna never knw wat i am going through,
and they push me to the fire as that's there only work and,
is the 1 of d worse thing the usualy do,
i cried soo much but the pain still is alive wid in me,
i want some 1 to free frome these,
hell life just a simple thing i want,
dat i wanna b happy and scrolled,
to nearby every person whom i think dat he/she,
can understand me and be,
help to make me upcome from m goin through,
but dey pushed me away as m a garbage and proved,
that they r heartless and make me cry again and again,
but still i find the person who bothers wat i feel,
and wat i have 2 do for my well fare and to increase the yield,
of happiest smiles but i still dont knw y i cry dat my eyes got red,
and all peoples aroun me see me as m a stupid and aprrox dead,
Person who iszz alway sad,
but m not a bad,
person as i knw and i always wanna keep others happy,
and
And this is my part work and my ways,
of making my life bettr,
but it's unhappy feels as i look my 2 sides of my arms and i think what i need 2 b is more samrter,
but in worlds way smarter person can also b able 2 cheat,
And knows how 2 defeat, innocent peoples those r in his way,
but i cant do this bcz i dont wanna hurt any 1 and bcm a stray,
dog for dem whom they always wanna beat and through stones on him,
but i must i knw dat it's a world of devils and they swim,
in a fire of hatered which they feel for d helpless peoples and,
kick dem away so dat dey can enjoy there felling but a band,
of word death dey forgot about,
that a god is still here 2 see dem and will give there punishment they deserve and will drown,
in  the fire of hell,
but dey still do wat they always do but i still tell,
them it's bad 2 left alone some 1.....
skaldspiller Jul 2016
There used be this radio station
....Until I a w a k e
That played all the songs I really liked
. .....We just ......hope that you
                                                 ma  de it.

But it never came in quite right
We hope that
you're celeb
ratin
g.

But I still used to listen everyday
With peo.   ple you mis...shhhhh/ s.
To the static.
And bur..... li
ke a beaco
n,

Because somehow it was still satisfying
Guidi
ng........... our s
.............hip

And when it would rain,  
aroun
               d this helli
                                sh shoal.

I guess it cut out the interference.
I'm happy to admit that maybe I am a little depressed,
And maybe thats why...
I feel you when it rains
*Cause I'm missing you to death.
Untitled number 4.... brand new. And radio static
Adam Mathieu Aug 2010
I have known you.
I have felt your familiar touch.
I know it can mean, oh so much.
Maybe I'll see you aroun' again,
or in another town again.
A phone call to inform me of grave robberies. 

Just the removal of this leg.  One leg to find balance. 

The sea tells me I am just searching. 

In the same sea I accept your disappearance. 

Morning breathes. 

Your voice on my door step. 


The morning holds a breath.
 
And you speak. 

The words begin. 


Stars fall, breaking the cloud of thirty cigarettes. 

Unnoticed, they rest aroun us,
As anxious snowflakes on some Winter night.
Tragedy
dennis drain Dec 2016
In'a basement, waken up in'a a dream....
Lookin round seein every thing seein what I'm gonna take an what I'm I'm gonna leave
Melt down and breath, roll aroun blow smoke,N- fall asleep....
Havein a bad dream that I'm all alone smokin tweak
Playin pool wit out an 8 ball for about a week , 250 Cash goes fast when you trickin a tweak, bag in a bag in a bag all ******* and And taped  up neat, what's inside?, you don't wanna know mo-*****, it ain't powder and it ain't green,
Bag of glass an a snow white dream for a sleepless week,
The lion man

There was a gang of thieves in Napoli made their living
stealing at night, they found themselves in a basement of a big house
and found a smallish lion in a tiny age, they freed the animal
that turned out to be friendly and followed aroun
They let it sleep in the garage; having such a big can't bein the house
as lions have little sense of order.
They began taking the lion with them at night using it as a guard,
this was noticed and the press called them “the lion gang”
The chief of the police got the idea of killing the animal and thus
demoralize the gang, and one day when the young thieves
were cornered the lion was shot.
And to their shock the lion underwent a change turned out  
to be a naked man with broad shoulder and long hair
and no one knew who he was since he had no identification
The chief of the police was sacked and other officers disciplined.
There were anomalies as the skin of his hands was that of a lion,
he was buried on unsacred ground as a John Doe, and as most
of the gang was behind bars and could not attend his funeral.
Next day the grave was open, no lion man
he had simply disappeared, perhaps become an animal again
gazelle hunting on the plain of the Serengeti.
Kendra Feener Nov 2014
maybe writing this isn't a very good idea right now. and maybe i'm writing to the wrong person, but i don't really know what else to do right now.
it's so sad, because i know you don't really know my problems the way i wish i could speak to you about them. i know you don't care enough, or maybe you just can't find it in you to understand, or to even want to understand.
this being said, i don't know what else to say to you. i guess i just wish you were here. even though there are many other places you'd rather be, then here comforting me.
i guess i just love you. and that's really not fair. really, really not ******* fair and it ***** and i'm hurt.
i guess i'm always hurt.
i guess i'm never really ok.
i guess that's why i'm hard to be aroun.
and why you choose not to be.
which is why it's come so silent between us,
we're so distant.
but i'm in an empty church parking lot
where we once sat together and laughed at nothing at 12:06AM
ignoring the phone calls from our parents
not ready to go home
just yet.

i miss that.
i miss you.

love always, your .... whatever.
october 12th, 2014
9:18 PM

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