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 Mar 2013 Tori G
Timothy Brown
I am experiencing a problem with my poetry
I do not know what my next step will be
Wobbly

Stumbling

over syllables and web pages
I am shaking and vibrating
Spot light is blinding
on life's stages
I keep forgetting my lines
So I speak of shoe laces
in leveled metaphors
and the look of their flesh cases was ageless
Yet, I can't stand their faces

Not on this or that knee

It is anxiety
I thought it was mild but its becoming severely
annoying. Faults and fractures
flake my stature
like bark from a tree

Just start running

Evading
Something I do not want to face
Slave trading, soul maiming
while their raiding
I am hidden in the shading
of planets in space
We're all black in this place
No superiority nor disgrace
Just aiding
the next broken person
so they can have a chance in the race.
This is a poem about writer's block. Until I am ready to face my next inner challenge my poetry will suffer. I notice it suffering now.
© March 18th, 2013 by Timothy R Brown. All rights reserved
 Mar 2013 Tori G
Andrea
Moods
 Mar 2013 Tori G
Andrea
I don't know.
I'm just so confusing.

One day,
I'll want nothing but your
large hands
tracing lines
on my cold body.

Then, I'll want to rip my skin off
because of your ***** fingers
being etched into
my skin.
Symbolically, of course.

And I'll want to do is sit and mope
and be depressed.
I'll want to completely ignore you.
I'll turn off my phone,
maybe keep it on, to show you I'm in no mood.

But on the other hand,
I love when you come after me.
Grab my arms and look at me.
But really look at me, right in the eyes.
"I love you."

Maybe this is why
I can't help but be alone.
Because I don't want to put you through all of this.
All of me.
I'm sorry if you can't see it now.

But you will.
Of course you will.
 Mar 2013 Tori G
Lauren Dorothy
I often wonder how some people have grown so miserable and stiff.
I always venture to think that they were once free and loving, open to wild thoughts and crazy goals.
But someone must have broken them.
Someone shattered those dreams they created.
A sad person transformed another into a life of misery.
Someone broke their reality
Their ambitions
Their heart.
And they are still recovering, trying to cope.
I used to treat the  bitter like they treated me, but I've learned that kindness is what they need
To be pieced together,
To be whole again.
Misery is in some ways a plague. Once one person catches it, they like to spread it. (Misery loves company? Yes it does.) Staying positive is very hard when the world is trying to bring you down, and the only thing keeping yourself afloat is yourself. I feel like the only one who cares if I'm happy or not is myself. But I'm trying, so hard, to see the good in others, and to not catch the plague.
 Mar 2013 Tori G
amt
5 AM love story
 Mar 2013 Tori G
amt
5 o'clock in the morning,
We're half asleep on the floor.
A conversation that makes no sense,
But to me it might mean more.
 Mar 2013 Tori G
Andrea
It's Gone
 Mar 2013 Tori G
Andrea
I love you more
than the ground beneath
my feet.

I love you more
than every breath I take
that sustains me.

I love you more
than the life I live;
each new day an adventure.

I don't love those things at all.
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