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My dreams whisper sweet things
And surreptitiously speak to me
My waking words are rote and empty
-spilling with hypocrisy
Yet their comforting embrace
Simply bring smiles to my face
Filling my mind while I'm asleep

They send messages lined with silver That vanish when I wake
To bring about a dull and listless form Who is shaping my last mistake
You see I wake in a storm
Simultaneously feeling constrained
To my bed
I can't get up while there's no filter
For the rush of noises in my head

If there's a difference between
What you know and what you believe Then why is it not as easy
To imagine my reprieve
Why can I only experience a vivid life
While I sleep
Then once again wake up
To this Fear Doubt and Anger
Choking me

Invoking me by pushing buttons
Of their endless promises
To for certain be found in youth
While my vision is livid sinning
Contemplating and pinpointing
Who too close is uncouth
You sit there and feed my veins
An explanation to your lies
With all the compromised
Washed up water
Memorized methods
Coping mechanisms
While it's your heart that remains
Aloof

Then sit there in desperation
Reiterating as if you know
The deep introspective answer
When any fool can see your wisdom
Is wrought in the vanity
Of a talented dancer

If you lost the truth of sanity
Would you retrieve it for ten cents
Or would you search inside
Before hiding from the confines
Of a necessary moment
I'd rather die or sacrifice my life
Before cowering from what's hidden
The message so raw
That counts your flaws
Like there was some proof
In what is missing

But ultimately I guess
It comes down to the small decision
The chip on my shoulder
That became a boulder
When I reached out
For my inner vision.

So while I feel so disparate and alone
In the trenches losing my senses
Will I be the hero or be the villain
Will I let the poison make me it's toy
Or take the penicillin

*Some days my life feels as heavy
As that last breath left over
From how loudly I shout
But I guess a general synopsis to you
Of how I sometimes feel inside
Is a decent first step to waking up
While I'm down and out
I realize that a lot of lines were taken from other poems of mine. It's supposed to be written like that
Niklaus Jun 2017
The sunlight creeps as the dawn withers slowly at five.
Today, it seems warmer
but the winds were a bit colder
than yesterday.

The world's first ever clock
was the chirping of the birds
That flutter gracefully to the sky.

and once it began to sing,
humans slowly return
from their slumber;
opening their eyes
to welcome another day.

Good Morning, Saturday.
He yawned.
Moonlight Bliss Apr 2017
She
she gave her best
but it wasn't enough
she gave her everything
still, it wasn't enough


her trust got destroyed
her heart got broken
all that she have
is totally shattered
Arcassin B Apr 2017
By Arcassin Burnham

Unnecessary tragedies that happen to the world,
A daily dose for every little boy and girl,
Your catholic family don't support the swirl,
steal a chain and **** a guy but they dust your pearls,
In a teenage story its obvious to see,
a young girl could have a child unexpectedly,
the guys an ******* and wants to take a test,
but you know the child is yours so let it be,
Like the Beatles song singing to a cruel world,
Should be a daily dose for every boy and girl,
Instead you wanna stay in the house on the couch with your
phone waiting as the world turns,
Instead you wanna blame everyone for mistakes in life even
when the world burns,
selfish is selfish don't give it concern.
©abpoetry2017
http://arcassin.blogspot.com/2017/04/sleep-well-freestyle.html
Mary-Eliz Apr 2017
A minute for a dollar, a second for a dime.
I execute it all for pay.
My daily trade is killing time.

I slice the day up like a lime
in sections green and silver-gray.
A minute for a dollar, a second for a dime.

I'm practiced in this pantomime,
proficient, quite au fait.
My daily trade is killing time.

Like a hit man in his prime
I knock off the hours of the day.
A minute for a dollar, a second for a dime.

Yet killing here is not a crime;
it's merely the established way.
My daily trade is killing time.

No. killing here is not a crime;
it's the toll road through this fray.
A minute for a dollar, a second for a dime.
My daily trade is killing time.
As a person who likes to stay busy, I hated it when, after 16 years as Audit Director at a university, I was transferred to Assistant Controller working for a person who truly earned her title as "Controller". Since the decision had not been hers, she resented it (as close as I can figure, anyway) so she held back on assigning me work or letting me do work, even when she talked about being swamped. Also it was a large office and I couldn't help but notice a lot of "goofing off". The situation was grist for the mill for this poem...and luckily didn't last long. I left and went in a whole new direction and have been my own boss ever since. :-)
Bianca Reyes Mar 2017
Lay me down heavy on the ground
Broken and bruised
Shine down on me daily
Warm and loving
Watch me blossom from shadows
Beautiful and yours
Copyright under Bianca Reyes 2017
All rights reserved
Blah blah blah
Enjoy
Ashna Alee Khan Mar 2017
I don't want you to be his,I don't want anyone around,except for me and some of your friends.I don't want you to go in any relation with any other guy except for me.
You ask me the reasons why I don't let you with any other guy?Here you are,I don't let you go because I'm **** insecure and scared that what if that guy takes my place? what if he makes you fall in love with him? what if he makes you more happy? Moreover, I don't want you with any other guy because I can't see you both especially you building up a bond with him,a strong bond, which shares love,happiness,tears,secrets and jokes. I can't hear you saying any guy "I love you". I'll die at that day, when your gaze will meet any other's guy sharing some small secrets which we share. I don't want you to be anyone else because I can't see you kissing his cheeks, and brushing his hair with your fingers. I can't see you both talking every night, every day telling how much you love each other. I can't bear watching you, going out on dates with him, sitting in a warm atmosphere and sharing some cute jokes. I can't see him giving you the warmth in his arms. I cant see him giving you his jacket in cold evenings. I can't see him holding your face and then kissing your forehead. I can't see you holding his hand on the paths your scared to take. I can't see you both travelling the world, and then taking pictures and then uploading it on the internet. I can't see you stroking his cheeks calling him cute. I can't see you both sharing food, I can't see you making him eat by your own hands. I don't want you to update him when its raining, I can't see you both dancing in the rain. I can't see when he'all put arms around your waist, and introduce you to his mates, I can't hear him calling you his girl in front of everyone. I can't see you both watching those sunsets and sunrises together. I can't see youu being shared, can't see you spending your nights in his arms.
  I know I'm being selfish here but I love you so much that I can't see you with any other guy, and for this I'm trying my best to satisfy your needs. I'm trying to give me each and every second to you. I'm trying to love you at my best and at my worst. I promise you one thing , I won't ever stop loving you and I won't ever let you down. you won't ever regret loving this loser.
AJ Feb 2017
Without you:
I wouldn't know when the tv is too loud.
I would know when the milk has gone bad.
I wouldn't know when I need a haircut.
I wouldn't remember doctors appointments.
I wouldn't know when I'm driving too fast.

You nag me a lot,
But I love you more because of it. And
Without you
I wouldn't know I am loved
Just something interesting I was thinking this morning
R Dickson Feb 2017
Reading the Daily Poems,
Each and every day,
Watching for the good ones,
To see what they would say,

Sometimes they were happy,
Sometimes they were sad,
Mostly love and human life,
And some were downright mad,

Checking settings in preference,
I ticked each and every box,
Email account cross-reference,
To see if they were lost,

Never seem to see them,
Might never have been sent,
Daily Poems enjoyment,
Missed with sad lament,

Hello Poetry the poetry site,
I see you're still alive,
Can you please send the Dailies soon,
I'll wait for them to arrive.
Music from my phone, my alarm
Panic thoughts emerges from my head and i know im awake
Stand up, go in to the kitchen, see the pills, i intake
My eyes are still drowsy and swollen from last nights tears
Not ready for a new days thoughts and fears
I get ready, run out the door
My sparkle for life is gone, more than ever before
So i get to school looking like af mess
I know my friends will ask, but im too tired to confess
"Everything is alright dont you worry"
Red alarm lights in my head, and i scurry
Home, lie down, breathe in, breathe out
Just want the voices in my head to stop the screams and the shouts.
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