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 Oct 2016
Broken
And suddenly
Your best memories
Become
Your worst enemies
 Oct 2016
Pax
In my entourage
people laugh
I got used to it.

In my center stage
I was the comedian
who never likes
his job.

In my closing remarks
their entertainment
was fulfilled.
I on the other hand
got drained
from my mistakes
turned to be pretty
funny,
never was that
my intention.
http://hellopoetry.com/poem/1630227/clown-i/

i guess i got used to it, being laugh at. a job that im forever tainted
well its okay, im good, im still strong to pull through, soon I'll get
out of this....

thanks, for reading
sometimes we just
needed to let this out
of our system...
 Oct 2016
Ignatius Hosiana
Sometimes I wish I had done things otherwise
I wish I had just cheered you when you supposed
that you loved me, I wish I had just led you on…
But I don’t regret, even if I had the chance to rewind
the clock, I’d still guarantee that we wouldn’t work
because it’s not only true but also the right thing to do…
You are a holy grail every lad wishes they would get
and am just a lad you would soon forget
I just protected you from the guilt of having pulled the
trigger by taking the bullet out of the chamber
even before you learnt how to use the rifle.
 Oct 2016
Kara Jean
I seem to make a mess even when trying to be my best

I wear that sweater covered in feelings

The thing we're programmed to receive

Respect is never given to the hurt


pretty disgusting


Never, a word death is kissing

Karma will eat your soul

I guess that's the goal,


when you have nothing

I wish to walk away from the plenty

Only to be something


For a nobody

who loves me
 Oct 2016
Eudora
Find peace with your baffled mind
Induce equanimity in between your struggling breaths
Remedy the desolation with your flowing tears
Resign to the solitude with your dispirited shadow

Catch the glimpses with your swollen eyes
Wear a smile with your shivering lips
Seek solace in between your trembling fingers
Walk the steps with your hesitant feet

Gather strength from your shattered pieces
Feel your existence amidst your aching soul
Endure the sorrow with your feeble self
Preserve the love in your failing heart
 Oct 2016
Eleanor Rigby
You said you weren't designed
To be someone's husband
Or someone's father.

And God, I said, me neither.
But didn't it **** me
To know
We will never be
Anything
I have wanted.


F.Z.N
 Oct 2016
Eleanor Rigby
Love me until God
Is made into a man.
Love me until the sea
Gives birth to a sun.


-- Watercolour
 Oct 2016
L
my hands play make believe
casting shadows over
all the flickering blue promises
you couldn't keep.
 Sep 2016
b e mccomb
i'm scared
to death

(it will be exactly three
months before christmas)


and i don't
want to
find myself
alone that
night and
fighting

(it hurts to even
think about it
because i'm still so
low it sounds okay)


but i don't want
to go anywhere
be with anyone
because there
are demons we
have to deck ourselves
and dates we
have to face alone

(on the other hand
who knows what might
happen if i were alone
i don't even know)


and i just wish that
none of this had
ever happened but
oh well it did

and now i have to
face the terrible
pain of seeing the
rest of the fall

(the chill in my
knuckles on
halloween
the pie dough
under my nails
thanksgiving day)


and into
winter

(tape scrapped
palms before
christmas
hot mugs of tea
for the rest of
eternity)


and on and
on for the
rest of time
and i don't
want the
rest of time

(i'd take the clock
off the wall and
crank the hands
around backwards
to give myself a
second chance but
denial won't help
anything at all.)


i've always hated
feeling trapped.
Copyright 9/16/16 by B. E. McComb
 Sep 2016
Michael Humbert
Imagine loving someone with the diligence and care of a blind person reading Braille, fingers scanning bumps, tactile derivation of understanding
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