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ITS CEASELESS BLINDNESS IS ITS POWER,
IT HOISTS ITS POWER BY THE HOUR,
NO OUGHT IF DWELLING, FORT, OR TOWER,
THE EAGLE EYES GLARE THROUGH ITS GRIM TERRORS,
ITS LUCK IS POOR, THUS IT ENCOUNTERS,
ENDLESS PROBLEMS, ENEMIES, ERRORS,
WHEN TIME HAS COME TO FACE THE BEARERS,
IT GOES, DEFENDS WHAT IT SEES FAIRER,
THE CIVIL PRAY FOR PEACE FROM BATTLES,
IT FIGHTS TO TAKE WHAT IT CAN HANDLE,
ULTIMATE FORCES USED AS RAFFLES,
YET MAN IS STRONG,
STRENGTH IS IMPERIL,
INTEL IS THE ORAL,
THAT LEADS TO HIS QUARREL,
THE PLACE WHERE HE KEEPS HIS BOWS AND ARROWS,
TO WHERE THE SHIELD AND SWORD HANG BY THE MARROW,
THOUGH IT’S LIFE IS HARD, ROUGH AND NARROW,
ITS TRUE LIGHT NOUGHT BE EQUAL TO ITS DARKEST SHADOWS…
Just Melz Oct 2014
He's a writer,
He pours his heart on to the page.
The broken pieces make up the lines,
Of pain, love and age.
All the missing pieces?
They fill in the rage
It's a shame his wisdom doesn't shine through
Then he might just write about you

He's a dreamer
He fills the world with his soul
The cup runs over with his secrets and desire
To love, to live, to share
All that he feels he lacks
It torments him so
It's a shame not everyone understands
Or they may just write about him

He's a lover
He doesn't want to fight
He wants to dream and write
Fill the world with happiness and words
Words of love, of laughter
Of poetry
And wherever comes after
It's a shame you can't see
Because his love was lost to me

He's a fighter
Who knows only how to love
He wants to court and woo
Fill a heart with tender dreams
Unseen horizons and happiness
Life complete
And whatever comes after
It's a shame we can't find
The way to ease his gentle mind

He is all of these
And yet he is nothing
Everything
All encompassing
Take a good look into his soul
I'm not sure what YOU will see
But I see a mirror looking inside of me
Deep to the core of my being
It would be a shame if you dont look too
The reflection will show the best part of you

He is part of you
And yet none of you
All your hopes
And your everything
Look deeply within your heart
Tell me what you think you see
For he is every part of you
That you wish to be
Take a long and lasting look
Take out your quill, let's write this book
Well,  Quin said he had writers block.  
I said "Here, I'll help you out, write with me"
This is what we created...  Enjoy! :)

(Pffft, writers block? Yea right!)
josie Oct 2014
i am a fighter
struggling for happiness
since it is something i do not know
it is a foreign feeling
a feeling my heart can't comprehend
and i will fight till
happiness is all i know
till i can smile
and tears will flow no more
tears will flow
no more.


-j.m
[ modeled after I am a Black Woman ]
Afrodita Nestor Oct 2014
I might look sad
With tears in my eyes
But I am not ashamed
I am really used to cry

As the night falls upon me
I am trying to confess
But the pain deep within
Doesn’t hurt me less

My dreams might have all fail
And it feels like hope has left me too
But the fighter deep inside
Isn’t giving up any time soon

Whichever route I take
Whatever path I choose
I am looking just ahead
There is nothing more to lose
Copyright Afrodita Nestor
Erenn Sep 2014
How did I get here?
Wait, I can't see
Anyone there? Hello?
Wait, I can't move!
What happened!?
All I wanted was to play basketball
How did it end up like this?

Life is like a box
You're inside
Concealed from light
You learn to live in the darkness
The sounds that your heard
Gave you light
Light of hope that precedes truth
Acceptance of change is a struggle
You have to learn again

But I didn't falter

It all happened in a flash
I didn't know my condition could lead to this
Darkness within with no light to breath
I cried infinitely hoping I could see again
But there's still no light

Only in dreams were my paradise
Faces of mom & dad
My siblings being bullied by me as always
Playing lead guitar on stage in front of thousands
Andy singing:
"We follow the morning star
A light where darkness trailed
The passion left unholy
Now you find yourself!"


Music helps me breathe
The tune flowing through my veins
Like blood streaming to my heart
Giving me light
Pumping everytime
Reminding me, there's still hope

I don't know how long I can live with the darkness
Not being able to move
Reliance to my parents who never gave up on me
A burden i see myself to those I hold dear
But they keep telling me
"We will never give up on you!"

And so,
I tell myself

*I will live life to the fullest
Even in this world of darkness
I will take flight
I will pull through
I will try my best to open this box
Until I see the light
This is dedicated to my new friend on HP, Jinxx:)
He's a fighter. He was diagnosed with a condition that cause him to be paralyzed from the waist down and blindness.
Despite this mishap, he still continues to be active on HP.
I read his works. And immediately i thought,
"I have to write about him!"
All those who are reading this. Please pray for him in hopes that he will recover soon! Repost or like to show him that we care. And go check out his account, he writes brilliantly:)
We are always with you Jinxx!
http://hellopoetry.com/JinxxedForLife/
Welcome to my Sunday Night.

12:50 AM
Wide awake from the adderall
I swallowed to chase my need
for achievement

1:03
After Achieving approximately
zero
of my work
I find myself fully indulging
In the little
teenaged
demon
on my shoulder.

As she encourages
The Rapid Fire  
of
Clicks

That lead to your
Facebook Page

1:04
I'm paging through photos of your
lovers past

I
Stop
and
Stare

at Her

And So begins
The Laundry List
of comparisons

She has a better jawline than mine.
Her eyes are browner than mine?
Her gaze is Piercing
She's so edgy
She's so original

She's basically
Perfect

1:35
At this point
I've


Paced

Approximately 205 Circles
Around My Room

Listed

About 80 Reasons
Why she's Better than me

Crawled

Into a Fetal Position
Of Panic

Concluded

That I could
Never
Make You as Happy as She Did

Wondered

How I could have been so
Foolish

Concocted

37 Schemes for Finding
A Way Out

Imagined

You calling her
"Baby"

Over
and
Over
and
Over
and
Over

Cried

Searching for the emotions I'd gambled
Like Poker Chips

Throwing them all in,
as a Sentiment to my
Commitment

1:40
I'm Asking Myself
1:41
How would I ever give him what he needed?
1:42
How could I be the Girl he'd end up with?
1:43
Why would I believe that I was right for him?

Each minute delivering haymaker Questions,
Each more crushing than the last.

And as my mind prepared for its Nightly Death

I Pause.

1:45
Checking the date that these photos found Origin
1:46
Approximately
3 Years

Since it was all over.

3 Years since the last
I
Love
You

Post

More than 2 Years since
The last photo that his eyes
Sang
Genuine Love Songs.

3 Years that

Their hearts had not been
beating each others names.

1:47
My Brain drags back
The Questions of Before
Torturing Me.

1:48
But Suddenly
There's a **** inside me
My heart is playing
defense

1:49
How Could I give him what he wanted?

Because my heart beats for the seconds in which your smile resides.

Because I'll accept nothing less than what you deserve, sun and stars alike.

1:52
How could I be the girl he'd end up with?

Because 3 Years is enough time to refine your tastes.

Because I'm in love with you today, and today you kissed me
With your eyes closed.

Because that smile doesn't belong to her anymore.

1:55
Why would I believe that I was right for him?

Because you deserve someone to love you like only I can.

Because I am a fighter.
I fight for what's right.
And every part of me is fighting for us.

Because I will not be driven away by shadows that
leave
as Darkness Descends.

I am there in the nights when
goosebumps
chill.

I am there when
I can only be
felt.

I am there
to create a smile that
can only be
heard.

Who are you to believe so strongly in a pipe dream?

2:00
I am the hopeless romantic.
2:05
I am the one whose got nothing left to lose.  
2:10
I am the one who wears that title as a Badge of Honor.
2:15
I am the one who will fight the world in protection of that tribute.
2:20
With every swipe of my pen in a
love letter
2:30
With every kiss
fueled like a
right hook
2:40
With every second
shoving toward making
You Happy
2:50
Who are you to claim him
"yours"?

I'm the one who refuses to get lazy with time.
I'm the one who will never say things out of spite.
I'm the one who has committed to their joy.

3:00
Who am I?

I'm the girl who will show him how to be loved.

That's ******* who.
I don't know how I feel about this.
At 2:08 in the morning I am alone
At 2:08 in the morning I only have my thoughts
At 2:08 in the morning my thoughts aren't the best
At 2:08 in the morning my thoughts never end
At 2:08 in the morning my thoughts try to hurt me
At 2:08 in the morning my thoughts try to **** me
At 2:08 in the morning I am the only one fighting them off
At 2:08 in the morning I am losing the fight
At 2:09 in the morning it seems like it's been a war and I don't know of I can go on
KZ Sep 2014
A roar,
That's what it was.
A cry,
That's what it was.
It was these times
Where the demons redeemed their dimes.
Oh.
Those innocent dimes.
Each unique in their own way.
But it was their life that was taken away.
**To pay.
A price,
They never needed to pay.
I can go on forever at how it was unfair. But I'm not going to.
My heart remains for those grieving .
To everyone.
~
Be thankful for the life you are given.
Because within a minute.
Second.
Hour it can go.
~Khizara
KZ Sep 2014
Man.
Imagination is too much.
Fantasies are to unreal.
People become too stereotypical.
Society is just a depressing matter.
Our generation is corrupt.
Our bodies still abled.
With every breathe we take,
We are labelled.
We are humanity.
We are People.
We should love who we are.
We should love how we feel
Because maybe all the ******* that happens nowadays is to:
**make us stronger,
a fighter.
as a whole,
tighter.
Thanks for reading...again thanks for liking I hope to become good some day!
-Khizara
I sit here in silence
trying to write
a task that will see me
far into the night.

Struggling with lyric,
wrestling with word
finding all my idea’s
absolutely absurd.

My mind a fiasco,
scrambled and locked.
Sentences stumbled.
My talent is blocked.

Though I sit concentrating,
my mind being a fighter
but there still is no tapping
on this old typewriter.

If just one idea
should reveal to me
an happier person
I know you would see.

If some lyrical phrase
would just come to my mind,
no longer amnesiac
and no longer blind.

I would wear out my fingers
typing what I desire.
Digits covered in plasters
whilst machine is on fire.

I would pick up a pencil
so I may carry on,
scribbling madly
till the lead is all gone.

But alas there is nothing
not even a grain
or anything else
floating round in my brain.

My nerves they are screeching,
my sinews in shock.
I pray never again
do I get writers block.
28th July 2013
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