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Em Jul 2018
i can’t find them
i can’t find anything
i’ve lost them all
in piles
of clothes
or pens
or paints.
i just saw them
why can’t i
just *******
grab them.
people say organization is important
and to them it makes sense.
i tell them that i know.
i do.
i know.
but if my brain is a mess
as it has been forever,
will i lose myself if i organize it?
I don't know. I'm going through a rough, rough time of lacking motivation and inspiration. My head is whirling with ideas but every time I get them out they aren't good enough.
In 499 B.C. those stone blocks
Are used to build seats in theaters.
It wasn't light as feather nor covered with leather.
Just pure stone blocks.

What about you?
Do you feel anything?
Are you those stone blocks?
Is your heart made of those blocks from Athens?
You noticing how I feel, is it going to happen?
I learned Prohedria when I was in 9th Grade because of our Arts Class. I decided to make something about it. Hope you like it :)
adriana Apr 2018
It's 11:32
I'm still waiting here for you
Made my way down city blocks
Ignoring people, kicking rocks
But you've reached the deadline
It's 11:59
And I'm still waiting.
Colm Jan 2018
I am a man of little blocks
The world it tears me down
And when I'm broken on the floor
He picks me up
And gives me the support to build around
My God - My center
George Krokos Jan 2018
Oh, at times I don't really care about whether I live or die,
I've been through so much already it would make one cry.
If anyone would ever come to know the details of my life
the long and recent past are full of misery and much strife.

Sure, I've been through, like most others, the highs and lows
that everybody is familiar with and all one's life just shows,
but there are certain aspects that have been very dark or gray
which may never come to be known or see the light of day.

It may seem that by saying this I'm after your sympathy or praise
but spare a moment to think what issues our memories can raise.
And in particular all those things that now do bind us to the past
from which we try to free ourselves of and our present day is cast.

Don't they make you wish that they could've been done differently
and if given the chance to change some of them that are apparently
now causing you to stall in certain areas of your life that you know
not allowing you to move forward or into your full potential grow?
__________
Written in 2017.
Tehreem Feb 2017
The spaces between the silence
The absence of your presence
There you stand, too tall
In the crowd of my defiance

Keeping it real our heads held high
Extracting the blue longing essence
We build the walls staying in dark
Blocks of reality cemented with distance

We shed each other like second skin
In the act of withdrawing assurance
Now the idol dominoes fall in synchrony
In the wind of emotions with eloquence

The doors forever closed and windows jammed
Locked out of endless comforting luminance
While the journey lasts a clock ticks ahead
Lingers the fumes of  evocation fragrance
Walk through a Red Parade in Idstein.
Kyle Fisher May 2016
Tripping over infinitesimal hurdles of past and present.
Silenced by the noxious screech of bioluminescence.
Etcetera, etcetera, the dull pound never ends.
The heart within my mind, it seems, is fated to pretend.

Insatiable and greedy, yet, comforting to some.
Arrival of this brooding thought, devours me to none.
What is this?
What am I?
Opinions?
Why can't I?
Apart from mortal boundaries is how i truly fantasize.

Your life to live?
Abide the script.
The past will never provide you with..

**A place to hide
On this block it's so happy and cheerful
But just drive down the other side
And you'll realize what life is truly about
For those unlucky and misfortuned
I hate seeing all of it
It's just not something i can handle looking at
Why does it always have to be this way?
I see flaws in the human system
It's getting better
But only gradually
Not fast enough
I call impossibility to near perfection bluff
I like to enter the door loud and rough
We're here to siege this base
Of darkness and despair.
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