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 Oct 2015 Kody dibble
Corina
self pity
should I let you in
self pity
perhaps today I deserve you
wasn't today hard enough?
can't I wallow in sadness
and beg my friends for attention?

self pity
for now I'll keep you on arm-lenght
because I want you
but I like you
a little too much
Morning faucet be
Drippin' like it's ice rain.
I'm just so glad that you're not a part
Of my pain,
But I miss you.
Never gonna lie about it.
We ain't never helped each other.
Never gonna cry about it.

You lose some, but you
Win some too.
If I ever get rich,
You gonna get some too.
I can look out for those who can
Give me truth.
And from start till the end,
You ain't break no rules.

I'm just a little
Disappointed in myself.
Can't nobody tell me
What's important to my health.
I only try to thrive for my mind
And my wealth.
Forgetting 'bout people like
Dust on a shelf.

Love you to death, and I
Put it on my life.
Forgettin 'bout me,
Have I caused you strife?
If I did, only hope that
I can make it right.
And if not, only hope that
You fade into night.

Like completely off my mind.
We have war
and much death.
What is being
taken in a battle.
Means little.

How did we
get to this point.
Or maybe why
have we not grown
beyond this level.

More people
yearly come
out of poverty.
But why is anyone
really in poverty.

I cannot believe
with all that the have, have,
that the have nots
cannot be brought,
to the point of having??

Food would be nice,
and some water too.
And to not be killed
over a piece
of dirt.

But there we have
the root of it all
when you have
you want more,
at the cost of human life!

GREED!!
More social commentary today and with sadness of those killed on their journey to Mecca. RIP
I beg you
don't leave the sky

when dark clouds billow in the south
the weary winged hurry home

overhead on the dead blue
jupiter and venus are born anew

the wind slows to silence
trees loom night's shadowy ghost

nocturnal birds sing on their new day
you feel your breath as they fall

the clouds spread across the sky
cracked by the lightning

a drop lands on your stretched palm
soothes all the burns in you

you melt in love
by the torrents falling from above.

don't leave for shelter
I beg you
when heaven arrives here.
My middle name was
Death, because I wrote
of a rose who grew
through blood
Love has had his way with me.
  This my heart is torn and maimed
Since he took his play with me.
  Cruel well the bow-boy aimed,

Shot, and saw the feathered shaft
  Dripping bright and bitter red.
He that shrugged his wings and laughed--
  Better had he left me dead.

Sweet, why do you plead me, then,
  Who have bled so sore of that?
Could I bear it once again? . . .
  Drop a hat, dear, drop a hat!
 Sep 2015 Kody dibble
Jeremy Bean
I may be an introvert
but I am not a loner
I have just been disappointed
by too many humans
time and time again
that when any positive emotion
or vibe is obtained
by the company of another
warning sirens
scream in the back of my head
making every mental
and physical scar
ache once again
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