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 Dec 2013 Damaré M
Micaiah
The lights, the fashion, the fame,
Don’t forget or else you’ll be tamed.
Some could be clever,
Some could be jokers.
Just do these steps on your own;
First step: just stay in your bone.

Remove your mask when the masquerade’s finished.
Don’t be afraid,  fake a smile.
Stay strong, just like a tile.
Put your mask on again when the masquerade’s back.

They say it’s a place where you meet new people,
But it’s also a place where you get your education.
You’re always made fun of in your class’s poll.
You know you’re still a loser even though you won.

Can someone give me the definition of “friend” ?
Spell it and you’ll notice it ends with the word “end”.
They tend to forgot: action speaks louder than words;
Broken promises hurt like hundreds of swords.

I tried to tell you some of my secrets,
Thought we were friends so I had trust in you.
Sometimes you make me smile when my world’s blue,
But you treated me like one of your pets.

You’re not alone so stop being selfish.
Each hungry person would desire a wish.
I didn’t choose my place where I am today,
If I had a wish I’d give them a new day.

Better watch out for unexpected things.
Slow down, don’t take a risk, drive carefully.
If ever you fall, use and spread your wings.
You’re no silly, she is just a bully.

You’re afraid of them ‘coz you have Androphobia.
Whenever you see them, you first panic then cry.
Don’t wanna be laughed at, don’t know why.
You’re an unlucky charm, stay away Gelotophobia.

Now you find it hard to trust new people.
It’s hard but self-harm ain’t a solution.
Remember your dreams since you were born ?
Enjoy life while you’re free and do it all.
Everyday, everything is similar.
I can see the same even though they’re  far.
I’ve always asked: If seasons change,
Why can’t society do the same ?
 Dec 2013 Damaré M
Jerm
Memorized by a vacant lot. At the edge of an abyss. Darkness is solitude. Solitude for a crowded my mind. There is no break for a mind. Constantly crunching away at what is reality. The concept of nothingness makes the mind clock overtime. Are we creatures of logical limitless. Or finite beings who cant grasp that nothing is infinite. We are here to observe. To learn. To yearn. In search of a purpose. In search of anything that keeps us from thinking we are worthless. We are creators. We are makers. We are breakers. We are fakers. We are individuals. We are imitators. I am you and you are me. One in the same. On an even plane.. on a round earth. We are haters. We are lovers. We are creatures of similarity. We are creatures of contrast. Idiosyncratic nuances that make us a so far apart but so alike. The performer with a mic. The crazy man on a soap box. The angry in jail. The stoners in a hotbox. The gated community members. And the thieves breaking pad locks. The rich and the poor. The nun and the *****. The killer and the doctor. The lover and the boxer. All so far apart yet always united with a common theme. One in the same. He is her and she is him. Cell by cell. Limb by limb. United until every atom that we were connected through is torn away into nothingness. Vacant lots at the edge of an abyss.
I keep having to remind myself
That I won't be cold
This winter.
 Dec 2013 Damaré M
KizerMoore
You want a place in "My Heart"
But the room’s not vacant yet
You see, I would love to occupy you
But I’ve got unfinished business
My last tenant was a trip and left the place a mess
I’ve cleaned up some, but I don’t know how long it’ll take to clean the rest
And yes, I’ve noticed that your room is already cleaned from your last guest
But my room still has bags left
I guess it’s safe to say my last tenant left more of a mark
You still wanna see the room?
Okay, where do I start
Half of this **** don’t even work no more
And I would hate to put you here when it’s cold
Cause the heater broke
So I’m sorry if I’m not being warm enough for you
But my last tenant made me something like a different dude
So I’m more cautious about who I rent my space to
So I’m sorry I can’t love you like you want me to
But my room just got too much junk in it
And I just don’t think its enough space for you
So sorry but my apartment's closed
Even though I hate to say it
After I sort things out I’ll look you up
Hopefully you’ll still be Vacant
 Dec 2013 Damaré M
Esme Stumborg
I hum the tune of loneliness
I add the harmony of your absence
All to the beat of heartbreak
And I dance to it all night
 Dec 2013 Damaré M
Dánï
Dimming
 Dec 2013 Damaré M
Dánï
It's sad that as we grow up the brightness in our eyes dims,
Our faith and hope gradually slim.

The stars disappear, they aren't as bright,
It all becomes opaque, the caliginous night.

Our voices get softer, our fear louder,
We prefer to be lonesome, oh we're such downers.

The last of our emotions drip out, the color in our skin drains out,
You don't hear not a sound out of us, though trust me, we want to scream and shout.

Our hearts expand but get quieter,
Filled with sorrow- heavy yet at the same time lighter.

We become so very lost,
We yearn for happiness, though we all know it'll cost.

Can't help but feel scared, paranoid,
We'll do anything to help fill the void.

We feel an emptiness in us- start missing nothing,
We want to learn how to trust, give us something..

It's sad that as we grow up the brightness in our eyes dims,
Our faith and hope gradually slim.
-d.***
 Dec 2013 Damaré M
mads
Perhaps I'll find my tongue one day,
Soon after I stumble upon stable feet.
Dreaming of colourful winter days
Spent waking you up for tea.
Perhaps I wasn't born with a tongue or feet or even a mind for words.

I fail to write much anymore but I'm hoping that changes soon when everything morphs to sunlight
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