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 Nov 2017 JMB
CAM
Maybe? No.
 Nov 2017 JMB
CAM
Who are you, random person?
You're by my table in the morning.
By my friends and my reason.
Who are you?

You aren't supposed to be here.
I don't think you're new.
I've never seen you before today.
But you still seem to here, strewn.

Our first time talking was awkward.
Of course, it was, we just met.
We shook hands and just stood there.
You don't remember me, I'll bet.

But I saw you and something clicked.
You were almost familiar.

I looked at you and saw a shade of something.
Something that reminded me of me, I guess.

I'm never really used to being wrong.

But I knew something happened.
Even though it was nothing, it was.
It's weird how it feels like I know you.
But really I know nothing at all.

I feel like everything should rhyme by now,
I've been writing way too long for it not to.
But I still think my writing isn't perfect.
Because it isn't and neither am I.

I've never felt a feeling like I felt that day
It was weird, but I doubt it was love.
Maybe we are destined to be enemies
Or friends, I don't really know.

But something was there.
Even though it was nothing.
Maybe? No.
Idk but is happened and something made me want to write about it.
 Nov 2017 JMB
Lizzie
Help
 Nov 2017 JMB
Lizzie
You silence my brains loud screaming and violent thrashing,
With a touch... How can you mean this much?
My heart, thumps rapidly in your presence;
Why can't I tell you...
My words of confession get trapped with aggression as my lungs fight the will to breath...
You take my hand and everything stops... As time moves on...
Can you feel my hand as it shakes in yours?
My pleas for help to save me from myself?
Or... Do you just see a carefree girl smiling with glee?
Please explain why you mean so much to me....
Feelings are new, I don't understand.
 Nov 2017 JMB
redruMAndTea
sad
 Nov 2017 JMB
redruMAndTea
sad
Sad is a penny word.
A “too vague and distantly grey” word.
It’s edges don't shine.
They are cracked and dusted over
in silk space dust.
Depressed is a dollar word.
“Milk and honey on our throats” word.
It sizzles people's lips
everytime it dances in their mouths.
Everyone is depressed.
While they sit beside their open glass
windows and write tasteless poetry about
Depressed and how they feel it.
How it courses through and through their
juvenile veins.
Everyone is depressed.
But I think maybe I am just sad.
Sad like pain and tears that don’t fall.
Maybe I am Depressed.
sad depressed
 Nov 2017 JMB
Victoria
Faith
 Nov 2017 JMB
Victoria
Mentally selfish.
Emotionally broken.
Physically scared.
The devils token.

Slaughter of happiness.
****** of hearts.
Strictly demented.
Your torn apart.

Pain as satisfaction.
Madness is all’s strength.
A want to give up.
But you’ve left it to faith.
 Nov 2017 JMB
Star BG
Visitor TWO
 Nov 2017 JMB
Star BG
Visited by light of love
as I took a breath
I felt a presence.

They were tall
with features like us
but an old race
unlike us.

They were encouraging
for humanity to awaken
and take their place in the universe.

They had kind eyes
speaking our tongue
in rhythmic songs inside love.

They supported the growth of all
to recall who we are
as sacred children infused
with God's essence of.

Their name were
the Nordics
who are here to aid
and support.

Believe and be Grateful.

The truth of our universal friends
is out.
It’s no longer science fiction.
Yes they are here on earth hidden until Mankind is ready for full disclosure. They the ones who support humans want to encourage us to really release old programing for centuries and align with the light of love to take our place in this universe. Release fear, prejudice, lack.
Jo Ann Richards Presentation an amazing utube
https://youtu.be/gmCEt7_2-lI
 Nov 2017 JMB
Traveler
WICKED POETRY
 Nov 2017 JMB
Traveler
I hate to read
I love to write
Still I stopped to read
Your poem last night
It gave me quivers
It gave me fright
Flesh and blood
A window of sight
Into your visions
Subliminal crimes
Oh how wicked
Your moment in time

I hate to read
I love to write
But who will survive
On this poetry sight
....
Traveler Tim
 Nov 2017 JMB
Lyn-Purcell
How...?
 Nov 2017 JMB
Lyn-Purcell
How can I become a star if
I don't attempt to reach for them?

How can I be a champion if
I don't overcome the roars of battle?

How can I claim to be one of the light if
I don't raise from myself from shadow and blood?

How can I love purely if
I still have venom in my heart and eyes and voice?

How can I face death with a smile if
I deny myself the chance to truly live?



My body is marred by the scars of justice.

The air of the Earth has choked me with its
treachery from the minute I was born.

My eyes blinded by the desert dust of life;
lies and trails and heartache.

My blood will water my passion, my legacy,
which I have fought to create...tooth and nail.

I need to make it so.
I always wonder how I can do certain things in my life...the most important thing is to find a way to make it so.
 Nov 2017 JMB
Gemini
Untitled
 Nov 2017 JMB
Gemini
In the dark of the night,
where there is not but a single light.
The children, they play,
rather than waiting till day.
You can hear their quite laughter,
and see them up in the rafters.
Not a single tear falls,
As they play till dawn.
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