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Poetic T Jul 2014
The smallest stone
Thrown in to a river
Many times,
Can change the course
Of its mighty flow,
It takes but one
To do something,
That will bring on
A change,
With out the first
Others would not follow..
Hilo Shaka Sep 2015
Twisted
    lingering brightness
Twirl
  of firey flames
Released
    thown
       with thrusting
    rhythmic arms
Caught
    in strong hands
         dark and powerful
Tribal hip sway
   fast
     and nimble
Practiced
   muscle memory
      instinctual
Bare
  stong legs
      red heat
    flare
        glowing
            smooth skin
         angular
            unsinged
footfalls
      beat down
           syncopated
                heart beat
pulse points
   harmonize
civilization fails me
    entranced
       primal
wanting
   beautiful man
      with fire
Arta Mekuli Aug 2014
As tears spilled
Memories ran through my troubled mind
I began to rerun the poison in me
The days partly lived
The smiles partly smiled
The love partly felt
Never cared ,for I sat there
Longing for the little bits
For comparing myself to a napkin
To a napkin!
Used only in the beginning
Loved only in times of need
Burried down in his back pocket
Never to be found and secretly thown away
True true ,I was that ,a simple not needed paper
Piece of everything and nothing
I died in his arms
Not feeling
Because I wasnt anything
I was one thing
I was forgotten
Nathan Pival Apr 2016
When I needed words of encouragement
I came to you, vulnerable and broken
Instead of lifting me up
You cut me down
Your words were like a razor-blade had spoken

When I looked to you for guidance
I came to you, open mind and open heart
Instead of showing me the way
You snapped at me
Your words were the teeth of a shark

When I really needed someone to be there
I came to you, so I didn't feel so alone
Instead of being someone to lean on for support
You let me fall
Your words were like rocks thown

I had been alone the entire time
You had been by my side

When I needed you the most
You abandoned me

Left to figure it out on my own
It didn't take long
Before I knew I was better off
Without your negativity in my life

But I now know
I need to take more time
Before making a woman my wife!
three word title
you knit me


what posistion
has
an
garment in hand


before sewn

less my memory
be
turned
from stone
from what rock
seas been thown
answering
questions
from the great


unknown
what be known by the palms
of
my
hand
turn
from
me
the wrath of man


see me blind in this field
raise me
may
my
spirit
yield

from here to there
find me neath
the
willows


less once again
my soul be drown
in
poetry

this scaled vision
spit
an
mud
release


was it spit
that


made me



see



answer me




did that dirt teach me
to breath
oh great
oh mighty
oh mighty poet

who are you
why must you suffer
into me
one
line
after
another

your cycle for insanity
what has it brought you
he aswers
in
silence


run run run
run you
coward
"sinister"
what
is
this
poluttion

must you crowd me
with your
double
vision
you
change
every line
what have you
letter to self
letter
to
self


what coward
what knock
on
the
door


through the chaos
through nothing
at
all
lead me
back to
you




as
on
my
knees
we crawl
strip this
man
from me


you knit me
?
thought this up
sent it to
some
one
they didn use them words

uhm

kinda felt like an "poem"prayer
we don't remember stuff afterwards
most
of
the
time
...
..
.

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