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 Nov 2014 sarayu
Just Melz
The End
 Nov 2014 sarayu
Just Melz
Thank God*
         I decided
    To
       Use
            Ink
Instead
       Of
  *Bullets
The last line from my poem "Loaded Gun" on my other account.
 Nov 2014 sarayu
vamsi sai mohan
U for Unilateralis Cordyceps. The fungus enters an ant's body through its respiration. It invades it's brain and changes how it perceives smell, because ants do everything they do from their smell of pheromones, right? So this microscopic little fungal spore, then makes the ant climb up the stem of a plant and bite ******* a leaf, with an abnormal force. The fungus then kills the ant, and continues to grow, leaving the ant's exoskeleton intact. So, a small fungus drives an ant around as a vehicle, uses it as food and shelter and then as the ultimate monument to itself. And when the fungus is ready to reproduce, its fruiting bodies grow from the ant's head and rupture releasing the spores, letting the wind carry them to more unsuspecting food. There, our entire idea of free will down the bin.

One single small fungus spore does that to an ant. You have trillions of bacteria in your body. How do you know where you end, and where your environment begins.

We invent God, soul... heaven, afterlife...even life-imitating technology, all sorts of transcendence to cope with the idea of an absolute end. And then, we die for an idea that promises us some sort of immortality.
Ship of theseus....
 Nov 2014 sarayu
Dev A
Sitting here thinking of you
And all the time we spent together
The hugs,
The kisses,
The honey dipped words
Laying side-by-side;
Our breathing matched.
Your text messages ring in my mind
Your voice over the phone.

They tell me to let you go
That I deserve better than you
At times I’ve thought of listening
But then we talk or text
And I see the side of you they never do:

The joker slips away
Replaced by the one who cares
The one who always makes sure I’m okay
The one who always makes sure I’m comfortable
The one who never pushes me
The one who always respects my boundaries.
This is the you that they’ve never seen.

Ignoring their opinions
Of someone they don’t know
I follow my own mind
Trusting the you I’ve seen.
 Nov 2014 sarayu
Stephen E Yocum
I 've been up since 7:00 AM.
The time has flown,
It's raining and somber outside.
A day easy to ignore.
It's nearing now 5:00 PM
I sit here yet in my Bathrobe,
As I have done all day long.
Never did that before.

I apologize to no one,
Not even myself. It was not
Sloth or depression inspired,
It was an overpowering need
For massive doses of Poetry
That caught and held my attention.

Passion or obsession, who is to judge?
And what truly is the difference?
 Nov 2014 sarayu
Unrequited Love
I really don't know what he see in me.
When he smiles at me it's actually genuine.
Why.
I just...
I don't understand it.
How can I be sure his intentions are pure?
I really want them to be.
He could be different from the rest.
And trust me the rest, were awful.
He could actually like me for me.
That would be a new one.

So,good luck.
You're going to need it.
Dealing with me is not the easiest thing in the world, but its seems as if he wants to try.
 Nov 2014 sarayu
Sierra Carleton
I've found this to be true over and over again
No one wants me...
The real me.

They may desire the idea of me
Or lust after my body.
But once they get close
They leave.
Or rather they take what they came for
And they get the hell out.

I've been abused physically...
And emotionally.
I've had so many ****** encounters
With so many different people.
I'm so used.
It's no wonder they all leave.
They find out I'm drained
And instead of trying to fix me
They trot blissfully away.
I'm told the only way grow
over you, is to peel apart every memory;
I must reach down my choked-up
throat, and feel around for you inside
my broken body - find the figments
of my bitter fantasies and watch them over
and over

[the night we walked home
at 3am and shouted lyrics from Snow
Patrol at the scarecrows in the
graveyard/ the night we ******
three consecutive
times/ the night I decided
I would let myself fall]


until I suffocate and hate you,
all the same; the best-tested remedy
is to become a practicing
******* - a professional
pain analyst,

and so I'll gag myself
cleansing my body from your
presence, I'll pour my liver out
if only to pry apart the
bargains;
I will ruin every black and white
filmstrip if only to say
goodbye
for the last time
happy thoughts happy thoughts happy thoughts
 Nov 2014 sarayu
WickedHope
Dead and alone
Needy as ****
Someone please help me
I'm losing my luck
Old piece.
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