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 Nov 2014 Lexie
Emmy
i want
 Nov 2014 Lexie
Emmy
I want to softly whisper
incomplete poems
on your collar bones
that don't rhyme with anything
but your heavy breathing.

I want to bury my face
in the curves of your neck
because you smell like the winter clouds
and I've been gazing at the sky
since you left.
All I want for Christmas
is some food to eat.
Oh what a treat
to have some meat.

All I want for Christmas
is clean water to drink,
stuff that doesn't stink,
that would be cool I think.

All I want for Christmas
is the bombs to stop,
no more to drop.
That would be the top.

All I want for Christmas
is for our food to grow,
the plants we sow
now that would be a show.

All I want for Christmas
is to be free to learn.
Not to be a germ
because I want to learn.

All I want for Christmas
is some medication.
and some dedication
from the United Nation.

All I want for Christmas
is to grow up strong.
Am I so wrong
wanting to belong.

All I want for Christmas
is some equal rights
and somewhere to sleep
through the coldest nights.

All I want for Christmas
is to earn a crust.
With employers
that we can really trust.

All I want for Christmas
is a chance at life
for a man and wife
not to live in strife.

All I want for Christmas
is oh so far away
and on this day
this is what I pray.
12th Nov 2014
 Nov 2014 Lexie
Drin Tashi
Blury you,
in the fog of nowhere.

I keep trying to focus,
but you seem to fade away.

I try to yell but I can't,
I try to run but I can't.

Yet, you seem to fade away,
in the fog of nowhere.
the song and video version of the poem: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cqJuw6IWcs4
 Nov 2014 Lexie
Drin Tashi
I re-experience her,
here,
yes here.
The joy that was lost long ago.
We share again,
we smile again.
I remember the only thing,
the river,
the warmth.
I confess,
something never said before.
We share again,
we smile again.
It wasn't meant to be,
but still,
I wait,
here,
yes here.
Notes (optional)
Drink like Kerouac,
Smoke like Bukowski.
Wait...
is that backwards?
10w
 Nov 2014 Lexie
jeffrey robin
Exodus
 Nov 2014 Lexie
jeffrey robin
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Take it easy
                                          (  Nice and slow  )
||

Ain't nobody

Don't wanna go where we go

//

So take it easy
Boy
You ain't on the run

Just gotta slip on by
The Man with the Gun

Let go a that woman
You'll sure find another one

//

Take it easy
                                                    ( ain't nothin you can't do )

••

If a man could be like anybody

He'd be like you

//

So take it easy
Boy
It's your day

You got your freedom
Don't let it slip away

If YE don't try now
Later you'll sure go insane

//

Take it easy

Slow and easy

Take it easy

Just make your get - away
 Nov 2014 Lexie
Jason Cirkovic
Looking at these scribbles right now,
Trying to solve this math problem.
ahh, its not right !
all of these numbers are just swirling in my head.
Lets me just rewrite this one more time

you take love and you and subtract the trust
and all you get is the one night stands with that cigarettes
still burning in that ashtray on that night stand
and a bottle of Jack hanging right beside it
but you if you take that bottle of Jack.
you add it to an average home,
it stains the story book of life
and now all we see is tales of a broken home.
Tales of fear and uncertainty

Now if we divide this broken home into our broken world we get a girl in her teens
staring into a pregnancy test.
She broken like that ****** the broke her dreams.
because we try to sweep up all of our broken traits into the dustpan called or minds but we don't get all of the glass in the dust pan
if we multiply that shattered glass and divide it into a broken home
we see a man sitting with that Jack,
jacking around with his family's money
because that bar stool is closer than the churches.

Lets take that Church and factor it into that teenage girl
praying to a god she doesn't believe in
because all of her friends aren't really friends.
you see, her friends are dealing with their own broken homes
and have a mother who is dealing with that bar stool
you put it all together and we don't get a math problem
we see our problems with coping and our societies biggest fear
admitting that we have a problem.
 Nov 2014 Lexie
Jason Cirkovic
Where are you?

I cant seem to find you
In this darkness that lurks around me
This torch that I'm holding feels like it is useless as.
All I can see around me are the people don't matter to me.
When I call out for your name,
all I hear is the echo of this cave that I am in.
It feels like the cave is mocking me
because it shouts out the words that I cry.

When I pick up my ukulele,
All I feel is pain and sorrow
Wrapped around these stings
That I strum Oh so quietly.
Quietly like your voice
when you are cuddle with me
with all of those nights.

When I play our song,
All I feel are the lyrics eating me up
Like the demons that rest inside my cursed soul

Let’s Cut out all the ropes
As you watch me fall
And now all of my love is wasted
Like the homeless man
Whose only means of medicating
Is ***** so he can hide
From all of the skeletons
That float around in his mind

No matter how many times I played this song in the darkness
All I can feel
Is loneliness caressing me
In her arms.
And sadly it is the only love I will feel for a long time.
 Nov 2014 Lexie
Jason Cirkovic
Dear America,

I will like to thank you for a couple of things
that i have noticed for a couple of years

Thanks for destroying humanity
I really want my kids to know that panda bears are from Chinese restaurants
and that Taco Bell originated from Mexico
all Asians know how to handle a Rubik's cube
like the curves on a women.

Thanks for posting these skeletons in magazines that we call models and telling everybody that this what beauty is, so girls can put your fingers down their throats
and guys can juice themselves up
because lets be honest personality doesn't matter, right?

thanks for killing creativity with your genocide
and lynching our education system
because our minds are the like the assembly lines for your standardized testing
if you don’t fill out the right bubbles that means that you are not smart like the rest of us
you see we are robots
if you don't fill out that bubble that you were not programed like rest of us
fill in out that bubble because
that bubble is going to determine if you go to a good college or not.
and remember community college means you are a failure.

Thanks for destroying our free time
Instead of stopping and smelling the roses we stop and take a photos for instagram
instead of going out and meeting new people,
we flash around our privates on the internet like it’s public property
because **** the love I want to get naked right?
because she only needs to loved for that one night?

We don’t have free time because we have to work on
Our Grades
Our Sports
Doing community service
So we can have these perfect resumes
and go to that perfect school
so you can go to that perfect job
and get married to that perfect love of our lives
and have three perfect kids
Retire and wait until your body decays into the earth
at that perfect timing

but wait life isn't perfect right?

Sincerely,
Voiceless Stranger
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