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 Nov 2014
Babu kandula
Long ago

Before money

We used to
Trade with
Goods

Something like
A clay *** for
A bag of rice

After the existence
Of money

Every transaction
Linked directly or
Indirectly with
Money

You know what
We ourselves
Created money

from King to
An ordinary
Person

It rules everyone

Values
Worth
Status

Comes with
Money

What if one day
Money dies

I too had no idea

But, barriers will
Be

Broken

And life

Will start
To adapt
To a new Era
This thought

May be what many

Of us had

Deep rooted

Actually from comments
I had come to
A conclusion
The greed of man
Has to die instead of
Money
 Nov 2014
anu
He who holds me when i entered
He who feeds me when i cried
He who looks me when i walked
He who cares me when i worked
He who sheds a lovable  tear when i get married
He who feels a heaven in earth when i once again entered
Who is he? He is a God Or
He who takes a role of my Father.
father=parents
 Nov 2014
Lexi Smith
To all the elevators that brought me up when I felt down.
To all the friends that brought me high when I felt low.
To all the smiles that stretched across my face when I was frowning.
To all the chances that fell between the space in my fingers,
when they were in the palm of my hand.
To all the tears that escaped my eyes when I was trying to be strong.
To all the heart breaks I had before I met the one.
To all the friends that brought me up when others brought me down.
To all the laughs that escaped my mouth when I was silent.
To all the nights where sleep wouldn't come.
But it did.
But most importantly to all the love that escaped my heart when I had shut it down.
 Nov 2014
DC raw love
when i was 6
i began to have problems
a wall started
in front of me
one brick at a time
as i grew
the brick wall got taller
ADDICTION
i started laying my bricks myself
RELATIONSHIPS
the brick wall got even taller
LIFE
the wall never stopped
it has finally stop
no one could get past it
i was the same person
CHANGE
i started removing the bricks one by one
every time i
CHANGED
the faster the bricks fell
the wall is now half my size
LOVE
people started helping me
my skin began to shed
MORE LOVE
more people helping
not only with the remaining bricks
they helped peal off most of my skin
NO WALL
the wall is gone and people are coming in
MORE LOVE
i am now surrounded by people
WHO LOVE ME
i no longer have a wall
and i have now
SHED MY SKIN
to start a new
**LIFE
 Nov 2014
Kylia
And she thinks her thick mascara and
Glittery eyeshadow hides the way she
rolls her eyes dramatically,
And how she
angles her body slightly away from
Me, but very very much more towards
The other student.

The better one, the
Goody-two-shoes, the one with the
perfect grades, the talented one,
The hypocrite
Ohhh OF COURSE she's talented.
--in pretending, maybe.
Seriously? Are you that blind?

But what Ms "I know everything" doesn't know,
is how she goes around raising eyebrows at
Everyone who's not
As good as her,
How she puts on her mask, when a teacher
Stumbles into her radar, and
Rips it off when they disappear, a masterful disguise.

But what
Mr Know-it-all
doesn't know, Is what
happens when a student gets
detected. Once you're in quicksand,
There's no getting out, until you're
made to feel as if you're
worthless, Pure
carbon, when you
could be
a
diamond

All these poor, poor, poor
Teachers. Being fooled so easily, or
Perhaps,
It's just what they wish to see.
After all, everyone loves an angel
...right?
Even if its the devil

"All the worlds a stage"
To some people, I guess,
the world really is a stage.
Ugh, I hate this kind of people. Just had this exact experience this morning, made me feel like puking on her.
Little moist drops of heaven
       Trickling down my throat
    The heavenly burn,
                   delicious
Synonymous with an Angel's wings
               fluttering in my esophagus
     Liquid lightning, striking
          Almost blasphemous
 A devilish game of Russian Roulette
              With four shot glasses,
   Three rogues and one gent
Emotions getting looser
    Clothing getting tighter
           The taste becoming
     Sweeter
          Liquefied demon tears
Playing a wicked game
            with my insides
    Putting a beautiful curse on my mind
             Melted Whiskey Raindrops
     Sending shivers down my spine
           This hellish war of love, hate and
                    Intoxication
   Has never felt so
                  *Divine
 Nov 2014
Juju Juju
I am getting soaked with your sadness,
While your tears fall on me sky..
Do you have a voice rain..?
Speak to me,
Say the words you longed to say
And let me hear that pain.
 Nov 2014
Joshua Haines
You think you're a lost cause
but you're just stuck in the middle.
Life's been hard since you were little.
I don't know every thing,
but I know it's getting warm outside
and you're going to be fine.

You think you're a cancer
but just wait and see
that you'll heal yourself,
like you helped heal me.
This may sound cliché,
but it's getting warm outside  
and you're going to be fine.
 Nov 2014
axr
They were masked
with obedience of terrorism on their lips
shoot people mercilessly
played with their souls
in their eyes, no sign of remorse
that dreaded night
when Mumbai cried rivers of blood
death toll increasing with the politicians giving zero *****
ten men killed approx 164
so many injured
so many scarred
lest we forget them from our hearts
martyrs left a legacy
they were many other than Salaskar, Kamte and Unnikrishnan
They played with blood in
Taj, Oberoi, Cama Hospital, Nariman House, CST and Leopold Café
their minds were moulded to be like this.
the innocent tried to hide in hotel lobbies
she watched her husband die
and then she died a silent death
they shot her unborn child
they ignored the infant's cry
they killed humanity
they came with guns
tied their hostages to a pole
and had fun.
The bomb exploded
shattering all their body parts
nothing but chunks of human flesh here and there
the innocent hid themselves in a room
took up the phone and fumbled words
they found the innocent
and...nothing.
the phone line went dead
6 years later,
we still can't forget
Today marks the 6 years since the 26/11 attacks in Mumbai. Proper justice was never served.
read more here
http://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/2008_Mumbai_attacks
 Nov 2014
axr
Cold and beaten up
with a black eye
Bruises cover my entire body
as I watch time fly
He hit me again
with that dreaded belt
Tied me to a chair
and watched my insides melt
Red, pink and purple bruises
on my pale skin
He never gets enough
He is hollow from within.
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