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Upon the seat of wealth they sit mocking our dignity with the sceptre we put in their hands.
They are elites of society, men of caliber, true sons of Orcus.
Descending upon us like the morning dew carrying the newness of dawn,
On oath, they promised Canaan,
Dazzling us with subtilties till blindly we crowned this sons of Orcus sovereign.
Woe!
Trust is Achilles heel!
Canaan is a daydream!
Reality is betrayal!
Reality is famine!
Reality is drought!
Reality is pestilence!
This sons of Orcus have loosened a pale horse upon us!
The bravery of our youths has made them martyrs!
Our future has bitten the dust!
Reality has commanded survival!
Survival has demanded self-love!
Self-love has forbiden Ubuntu!
Neha Patel Dec 2020
That day i woke up
and felt like shattering
in the vastness of the universe.
That day i slept
and felt like losing my existence
in the eternal sunshine of the spotless mind (name of a beautiful movie).
That day i ate
and felt like dying by that venom
in the never ending anxiety of my heart.
That day i ran
and felt the distance unceasing
in the infinity of my laziness.
That day i loved
and felt like disappearing a little more
in the ridiculousness of fate
so thin
so fragile
like a drying rose petal.
up, down, drop, and roll
weigh your life and take control
let God be your guide.
a haiku from my book ABCs of LIFE
mark soltero Dec 2020
the world will sell you something fake
and its lies will seem real
if you want to believe

white lies are simply just the truth refracted
in order to keep us pushing
its warm embrace feels safe
but like a lying mother
its tight grip is suffocating

her warmth revealing itself
as radiation rather than devotion
activating the cancers within us
just to **** what she was meant to take care of
Khushi Batra Dec 2020
So many acquaintances on social media,
But no friends in reality.
All alone in this world.

I check my phone to see zero messages,
No one checking up on me,
No one wishing me "Merry Christmas."
Everyone enjoying in their own world, be it with blood or be it friends.

Loneliness is the only thing that I'm surrounded with.

I'm all alone.

All alone in this world.

Always forlorn.

No one knows me; no one cares about me.

I'm just a lonely person with a phone in hand crying over pointless things.
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