Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Max C Styles May 2016
There once was a man who only could scream
To sway his opinion was but a mere dream.
To hear what he had to convey
Not one could say
For his screaming was too loud
And his tone was too proud.
Madeline Rook May 2016
Hello again my old friend
It’s been a while since we’ve spoken
Pen to paper
Fingers to keyboard
Sat down and just chatted
I have a lot to say
I don’t know the same about you
How have you been?
Have you missed me too?
I’m sure you’ve seen I’ve been typing a fair bit
But my words never seem to reach you
Sometimes I wonder if you notice
Sometimes I wonder if you care
Do I offend you by this?
Do you even think if I’m still there?

It’s been a while since we last spoke
I haven’t opened up in a while
I heard you haven’t too
Weeks ago we’d rely on each other
Talk for hours every day
Now we just stare
Sit in silence
Wonder what’s happening
What is the other one thinking?
I know you’re always here for me
And I’m always here too
To listen you’re happy
Help you when you’re feeling blue

It’s been a while since we last talked
Not much has changed
I still think about you
And how I must write
But I never seem to get around to it
With work and school
You always slip my mind
Always end up on the bottom of my to-do list
And when you’re number one
I can never think of what to say
Yes a lot has happened
But it feels like everything’s stayed the same

It’s been a while since we last chatted
But I know you understand
You haven’t spoken too
I’ve seen you typing here and there
One day we will meet up
Talk again like we used to
Until then my friend
Good luck
I hope you’re doing well
I was once told by a work colleague
I am living proof that romance is dead
Ha.
Well look at me now
A poet.
Not a fleshy headstone
PaperclipPoems Mar 2016
Your opinions are like ***** pennies to me
I don't pay them any attention
As I walk down the street

Others may find them valuable
But I'm a germaphobe and a go-getter
I make my own opinions
And leave yours for the debt collectors
Just a short comparison I thought of briefly
Anoushka Chawla Mar 2016
My silence is not, and does not
Represent, the inadequacies of
my adeptness and my knowledge,
Nor does it undermine my capabilities
Of paraphrasing primary thoughts
In verbose, scholarly manner, no,
It does not, can never, didn't ever
Mean that I am not opinionated,
For it is upon my discretion
Whether you are worth debating with.
m i a Feb 2016
no matter how many times i scream for you to hear my words made of silk, or pour out my thoughts to you like milk, you just sit there and turn my words into useless cream, even if my words flowed to you like water, like a river, you would turn them into steam; and watch me shiver.
>when people pretend that they care about what you have to say. when people act like they care about your words, as if they mattered to to them. but it didnt.
y i k e s Feb 2016
Do you form your own opinions?
Are you your own person?

Or are you a robot?

Conditioned to believe the beliefs of your makers?

Do you always believe what you're told to believe?

Or are you your own person?
With your own opinions?
Inspired by John Stuart Mill's piece titled On Liberty
Anonymous Feb 2016
This world:
The fluctuate
"what if's"
grinding
away from
our minds
opinions clash
the truth is concealed

Flash
The truth is revealed
photos don't lie
click
the lies are concealed
photos don't lie
the perpetual hot water
This world:
Lies are the new truths
I find it funny that all people expect that we are telling them the truth , even if they never tell us the truth
Next page