M: Favorites

Jun 2014 M

Jonny Angel

They make us feel
less than human,
use us as robots
for selfish needs
& though we love
what it is they do,
we still will always wonder
who they really are.

Jun 2014 M

Bight

Jun 2014 M

Aeya Jean Johnson

Bight

An endless track,
Meandering predicatively,
305 times around,
Yet never knowing what lies beyond this
Grizzled track.

Shivering,
My gray spirit presses on,
305 steps taken
Through this impenetrable fog,
Many more to go.

This bight winds on,
This way and that,
305 turns.
The speckles of this devious path
Cloud the search for meaning.

Only a breath,
Only a moment,
305 days.
Run away from the end,
Clear the path for me.

Bight Definition: a bend or curve in the shore of a sea or river.

#heartbreak #lost #steps #run #path #unsure #track #fog #305 #bight

Jun 2014 M

To Be A Young Dead Bohemian Or Not

Jun 2014 M

Jonny Angel

To Be A Young Dead Bohemian Or Not

I wonder what it was like,
what it must have been like
to be a bohemian,
a member of the
beat generation,
strung out on drugs
& alcohol,
falling down
in countless gutters
uttering philosophies
about simple daffodils
to unspeakable perversions.

It must have been so cool
to push the envelope
beyond the wildest dreams
& escape the ******* stupid
status quo people
who seem to just plug along.

It's crazy but true,
but a lot of them
drunken bohemians
died young.

Jun 2014 M

Untitled

Jun 2014 M

Nimrod Morgenstern

Untitled

Aggression
Depression
SO much of it
cant stand it
thoughts shooting from every corner in my brain
ricochet
decay

I want to let it out
I want to hit someone so bad
but I can't hurt others
so Ill hurt myself
self harm
dis arm
negativity
creativity
****** my skin

my scars shine bright red
and my soul pitch black.

drunk depression is the most creative one.

Jun 2014 M

Ark of the Covenant

Jun 2014 M

Nimrod Morgenstern

Ark of the Covenant

I watch from a distance
and cannot believe
how their lies
powerfully decieve
us
into hating each other
killing one another
sometimes I think
why even bother
but I simply had enough

of watching this every day every single time I open the television or a stupid newspaper, so much hatred and stupidity and not suprisingly, no humility.

this is a call
this is a call
to everyone, like you, like me
this is a call
to tear down the wall
smash down the towers
and watch them fall
this is a call

this is
our voice
no uniform
no shows
no act

just a voice,
and one day
just like the israelites destroyed the walls of Jericho
we will destroy them.

Joshua 6:14-15

May 2014 M

I Heard Her Keys Tapping Out Pain

May 2014 M

Jonny Angel

I Heard Her Keys Tapping Out Pain

I heard her piano tap out
a relentless melody,
calling me
to darker realms,
for this tune
was ancient,
a calling
from a beautiful ghost,
chained to pain,
heartbroken
& seeking shelter.

May 2014 M

The school that killed poetry

May 2014 M

Meggghanq1

The school that killed poetry

So many misinterpreted metaphors
make me cringe
''are you trying to ruin poetry for everyone''
but I hide my damp eyes behind my fringe
because I mustn't argue and my teachers are never wrong
They sing without a meaning or lyric in their song
we are taught to write what they want to hear
not the truth we feel inside our hopes and fears

But i must turn the other cheek
to get my degree I need..when home I ponder, I weep
because it was the school that killed poetry
for many of my peers..
But all is not lost..wipe away those tears
Grab the pen that feels ethical
the paper that doesn't deceive, doesn't lie
and write a poem that you can feel
you'll get out of school alive

(You know who you are who started this haha!)..Don't get me wrong I love teachers in general..I plan on becoming an awesome one someday too :)