Rocks; these are my rocks.
Sediments: make me sedimental.
Smooth and round, asleep in the ground.
Shades of brown and gray abound.
~Maud Pie

caitlyn renee May 2014

my face smashed against the concrete
when you kicked me from your
life; i'm still picking jagged stones
from the spaces between my
teeth. because of this,

i don't smile

i don't like it when people leave.
Auss May 2015

If you were a rock you'd be a diamond,
no not a diamond but a ruby
Not because of your red hair
but because of your impurity

Because even with impurity,
you still shine so bright to me.

I would be a lump of coal
burning bright
so you can shine,
for one brief moment
My light is thine.

little red i love you so much.  But i worry that maybe... i don't give you the light that you deserve

I like rocks and great big granite blocks
But the question remains
Do rocks talk?
( My phychiatrist said.."What do you think"?)
I think this;
Rocks walk and talk in the night when they're out of our sight
And during the day when boys and girls are at play
Rocks are just rocks and are locked up in...Erm..

fffvck Apr 2014

it's almost like

rocks that keep

piling inside of

Jimmy Bowman Feb 2013

I can see behind those rocks.
Beyond the solid facade.
They don’t fool me.
You’re eroding day by day.

You may beat scissors,
but remember I've got paper.
Deep within the rock pool,
there lies a spectrum.

Small one.
Mohammad Skati Mar 2015

There is that pretty Rock Of Suicide                                                                          That is located behind our eyes and                                                                            Behind our ears in this world ...                                                                                    Behind mountains and those plains ,                                                                           There are unseen and invisible worlds                                                                             We always keep them in our minds ...                                                                        From that side , where that Rock Of                                                                                 Suicide is located , we can see only                                                                                  A few chains of mountains that overlook                                                                        On many directions here and there ....                                                                        We only guess that there are things                                                                              Bewilder us with their invisible sights ...                                                                       We love to see all kinds of hard rocks                                                                           In all directions and in the opposite                                                                              Directions anytime,anywhere,and                                                                                Everywhere on the surface of our planet ...

Phil Lindsey May 2015

Drivin’ with the kids in tow
Windows down, nowhere to go
Hands outside, feel wind blow
On country roads, fields passin’ slow.

Saw a hayrack sittin’ by a fence
“Rocks for Sale – Fifty Cents”
Thought I, it makes no earthly sense
To demand for rocks some recompense.

But the sign - unique enough to hail
(I protested - but to no avail)
The missus and the kids prevailed
A sale you see, is still a sale!

Before day and feelings I did mar
Realizing for the course it’s par
I turned around and stopped the car
It’s what I’ve become, and whom we are .

To the rack and rocks the kids did sprint
I got closer, had to squint
So I could read the finer print
Kids might have seen, but care they din’t.

Said the bigger rocks did cost a buck
I knew then that I was out of luck
Between a hard place and a rock I’m stuck
‘Twas bait and switch, and smelled like muck.

But the kids had picked from rocks galore
Put them in the trunk to store
The rack was less some rocks times four
And the coffee can had four bucks more!
PwL  5/16/15

shaffenstein Oct 2014

You are the stone thrown
into the depths of my river,
the subtle unsettling
upon my surface.
As you sink below my water,
don't fear that you may disappear
like all the secrets beneath--
from you the
stillness in my bones
ripples out and echoes sweet
from the deepness
that lives inside.

Laura Williams Jul 2015

Just off the swirling sea,
There's a lighthouse,
Bigger than an aged oaken tree,

Thicker in the base,
And lighter on it's face,

A homing beacon,
For the ships, just off the shore,
A warning, to be cautious of the waves and more.

Turquoise Mist Apr 2014

How am I supposed to make a decision
When my heart is severed in half
But surely
Bleeding out

How am I supposed to jump
When all I can see at the bottom are
Sharp rocks

elizabeth Jul 2013

we are all rocks. we are built up over many years, influenced by our surroundings as we weather and erode as part of the conditions we are subjected to - the trials that we are put through. we are compressed by the weight of heavy loads. we will be weighed down by our heavy hearts, and crushed by forces of the universe that are bigger than us. we are made up of many sediments, fragments of other rocks. the influence of others. we are the composition of everyone whom we've met, and their impact on our lives. some people leave larger pieces of sediment, while some are smaller than a tiny grain of sand. but they make us who we are today. and we never die. we live on for millions of years, you and me - these rocks are the physical imprints of our spiritual souls on the earth, because everyone affects something in one way or the other. we may not believe it, but believe this: we have the power to change the world - just by being here. we are a part of the bigger picture, a series of rocks that make up part of human history. wherever you go, you will have made your mark. be it just a tiny dent in the soil, or a boulder that fell from a mountain - realise that things would be different if you had not been what you are and gone where you've been.

emma joy Sep 2013

The face of a sorrowful man
can't compare to the
tear bottles of whiskey
spent on stale bread.

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