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JJ Hutton May 2010
don't speak, even if spoken to
2. don't listen or attempt to empathize
3. don't comb your hair
4. don't shave
5. don't give your time to past lovers
6. turn off your computer and phone
7. tell your mother you aren't coming home
8. blow up your bridges
9. forget your name and friends as they were as synthetic as television sets.
10. and never ever smile

the weepies and worrieds will tell you there is a bible.
there is comfort in god.
and all you think is,
yeah, i already tried that scene.

the relatives and the rationals will tell you life is only as good as you make it.
perhaps when you fake it.

the lustful and the clinging ex-lovers will tell you they have seen beauty in you,
remind them of damage done.

go on solo strolls.
read poetry that
deals solely with
fire and brimstone.
and never ever smile.

and you will be just as satisfied with your plight,
as this vapor,
who already took his flight.
Copyright 2009 by Josh Hutton
Zara rain Dec 2016
A last word whispered
Before we go quietly into the night.
No more stars to light our way
No more colors painting our dreams.
We loved, lived fiercely
Tumbling through storms of imagination.
Too late now for reruns
Much too late for serenades.
Ghostly hands caressing
every particle of our beings.
Chance glimmered like the morning star through veils of sensibility.
Ripping apart matter of physical logic,
Shoving reasons far, far behind doors
meant to lock out mad desires
haunting spells and sweet promises...
But
despite all the rationals
and hopeless day dreaming.
Believe me when I tell you.
You are loved.
Never forgotten.
Always my only.
And destined for
whatever your heart want.
Be true to faith
Aim high.
The answer is not to know it all
But to believe.

Legacy of Z
Larry Potter Sep 2013
Earth is a pretty
Messed up equation
Of quite hastily
Made up solution.

We are but numbers
Of different values
Every sign matters
In this set of issues.

Many were born real
Physiques built evenly
Few quite look odd and
Imaginary.

Some are but factors
Serving evil's loots
Denominators
Of ungodly roots.

There are radicals
Who've got point of view
So are rationals
To speak a word or two.

We're discriminant
To other religions
Differential rant
To other opinions.

Can't we simplify
This complex squirm
And instead unify
To a common term?

We're just variables
Merely dependent
On the valuables
Of our environment.

We were given one
To be shared by all
Equality's gone
And this is our call.
Rahama May 2018
Words
They elude me
They make me beg my brain
For access to my own vocabulary
When they seem to go missing
It feels like my inner dictionary
Is closed and on holiday

I wished to always have words to say
I wish I could always put down my thoughts
To be able to see what goes through my mind
To be able to decipher how far I've gone with seeming normal

I wished for words
And then they came
For days on end
It was like being possessed by a friend
The words never ceased
And yet contrary to my rationals
The ache in my heart never eased
The main goal was to rid myself of this disease
Slowly eating up the depths of my soul

I decided to move on from words
They didn't seem to be helping
So I prayed for actions
To be able to show how hurt I was
How dead I felt
And to prevent another from drowning
In this mud pit that wouldn't let go

It worked
I found a stranger
With an inner struggle
He made a move
To trust me
I made a move
To care
And so we forged a friendship
And saved ourselves from death.
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The black raid Escalade see me block the shade
Haters love to fade mad cuz i made scope out the preyed
On the strong Christen bongs write dope songs wrongs
Flexed over right my sight ignite my mental to new heights
Scary Mary listening to her windy cries across the skies
All lies footsteps dressed in blue and red still fed
The same lies through the same eyes I be the wise
Got a tip from Solomons goetias got no patience
No more built for war multiple scars tears of the poor
Still flooding the earth but humidity keep the rich gritty
Sillys laid up in the sunshine finna be grind turned slime
Snakes hiding the grass that's why I keep a low stash
180 on the dash as I mind mash away from problems
Paradigm new age dimes chipping to nickle signs
Masked just to make a daily bask expose the wrath
Thanos attitude spoiled like 8 month seafood
Fouls smells sniff out the tattle tails holy grail
Hung on since I gotta grip reality still on a slip
Into darkness mark this visions of a steel carcass
Silver surfer dodged the meat merger splurger
Only on the mint greens govs nannies babies
Industry Hades hard to beat the if ands or maybes


Complex like Doom got ya ears consumed bloomed
By the thought that' was brought by ya paying attention
Wicked ambition done by sinful living still giving
Wishful thinking no blinking see ya souls sink in drinking
Holy wine enlighten my thirty three spines close divine
Threw aways the pines summersault fines
Thrown but I skipped over the skulls and bones clones
By drones tryna pick my every move time wise grooves
Grandfathered clocks twirling portals hurdles
Back up in the black age uncaged filled with rage
Swords knives grenade still leaning of Nats guage
Blast from the past tilt the flask chemical rash
Eating up the coils of rotten humanity sanity
Rationals to abnormality fantasy painted vividly
Across the TVs getting a dose of the over most
Can't think with a clogged mind supreme broken lines
Judged by the afterlife faceless entities hidden energies
Just an unlocked mystery black as an abyss be rollin' 5D
Placed back up in the sunshine where my pineals glands be
Cedric McClester Oct 2019
By: ibn Herbert

The wages of sin
Is the price you pay
If you let your ego
Get in the way
Or your demons
Lead you astray
At least that’s what
I’ve heard some people say

But what diety
Should you choose
If it’s the son,
Then does the Father lose?
And who gave the son
The Good News?
Have you contemplate that
From your pews?

Which religion
Should you follow?
Some rationals
Are hard to swallow,
Which one do you think,
Doesn’t sound hollow?
When you’re seeking
A life that’s moral

And is it enough
To believe?
In an entity
You can’t conceive
Or does that,
Make you naive?
Within the narrative
That I've weaved




                    


                Ibn Herbert, Copyright © 2019.  All rights reserved.

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