I thought for sure You brought the cure In my heart you sparked A flame, rekindled What had been whittled down Now your flint is gone Thought you felt the same I was wrong Weren't around too long I will stay strong
Oh suicide Seems like a beautiful place to hide I'd give a proper kiss to the people I'd miss Off to shores where the wind forever soars And the fish that roam the water They'd befriend me like no other I'd find peace of mind and love of some kind My body was ripped apart by the floor while my soul found peace at the white-sanded shore Oh, never mind about this fantasy of some kind I wonder if the dead fantasize about life while I consider it a strife
Ultimately I prefer the peace of night to the chaos of daylight Alone in the dark while the only distant sound is a dog's bark In the night we could meet a thousand strangers Yet there would be no dangers I tipped my hat to John Doe And now I've got no place to go When the clock strikes four, And the darkness strikes its daytime-war I'll take the train to a place with no more pain I'll be where the light shines no more Redemption to the core What seems like darkness to you Is something I live up to Although 'living' Would be a word's misgiving Death is a fitting word Judged by others but by the likes of me... Ultimately preferred
in the days of kings and queens i was a jester, half of my soul shines half of my soul festers fifty % saintlike fifty % devilish decibel of my thoughts dampened the louder that the treble hits through my headphones my bed groans cause i just toss & turn this stone has rolled my moss has burned but aint nothing but loss I earned living fast and dying young attractive to romantics such as I, but my body's tired of all the fuckin antics of my mind I guess i gotta change it up take my book of life rip out the pages and re-arrange 'em up in fact dont have to guess i know i have to know i gotta know i can, a lifetime's but a blink don't think you know when you say slow I am
I wrote this about my ex after I found out she cheated on me. I used to call her "the Destroyer" because of how quickly she could eat a plate of food, but I let it take on a new meaning here. she is toxic. a destroyer of everything she touches with her dancing hands. Hands which once gave me such pleasure, but she shares the wealth. How can I love her so? So her love I, can how? I must be toxic too
Who were you? Were you who you said you were Or are you who you turned out to be? Where did you go? Falling sweetly out of this life And I'm here sweating through the fire Is it refining me, or burning me? Only God knows. Once upon a life, A shared memory ceases to begin Like a raindrop hesitating to fall As if the clouds swallowed you whole. As if its no longer there Barren. If only I could speak these thoughts, But I'm bankrupt to think, to breathe I'm empty Where did you go? Reflections of an era in a broken mirror Screaming out to me drop it all! Before I cut my hands picking up the pieces. Before I see myself in them. Where am I? The long withering soul that knows That peace is far too sweet to taste everyday. Inescapable failure We've lost ourselves in the panic Of finding who we are. Sent from my iPod touch using Grasscity Forum
Listen to the whirling of the birds. A Whistling ,worry-free sort of cacaphony. Endless melodies that fall On sun's light, a cool breeze under this oak tree. Elles chantent de vie. Look upon the shifting reeds and see: Erupting tufts of grass jostle bushes and ferns; dark, fan-leaved hedonists starve the worlds below of life. But life goes on, life goes over, and the shrubbery gives way to the trees. Mon jarden d'Eden. Something's not right... And the bug is dead against your skin. Was it ever alive? And the bug slides into oblivion. The sting is all it left, And you curse it for days of unease. What could make you Learn to hate the rustling of the leaves? "One dead bug's sting." And he cast himself out of the garden.
About this girl who helped me grow up! Helped me quit drinkin/partyin and actin young n dumb...miss her good advice! That girl with the Cute face...Slim waist.... She never leave a trace....miss seein her face Jus hopin she make it home safe... Taught me the better ways for the better days! Jus sumthin short n sweet to show respect.... Can never forget that! So thats where that respect at!
Sayin that it is what it is and that's all it ought to be dropping fresh style gimmicks just like I wannabe there is love there is pain it's like a game with no goal it's not the same without soul so up up and away I and I does goe. Sent from my iPad using Grasscity Forum
I can still feel you here. My vision is obscured but I can smell your scent; Left behind on my pillow as if it was a gift left just for me. I reach for the empty side as if it was the same as you were here, as if I somehow threw away that hourglass sand. I can feel the memories escaping from the chasm of my faults, inhaling a part of time that dares to stand still. Wishing it could. You don't know it, But every dream is a minefield, and I'm waking up Dodging bullets and casualties. I try to stand still and picture something out of nothing; A refuge in a mirage it always seem to be. It always breaks me. I can still feel you here, but I wake only to take a snapshot of the uncertainty, My eyes frantically searching for home. - Sent from my iPod touch using Grasscity Forum
Firstly, I just want to say hello m3ssenger. I really appreciate the depth of your poetry. I am too high to make a super serious effort for a good poem about things that are close to my heart right now, but I felt like writing a fun surrealist piece this morning before I go to my summer course this afternoon. it has been too long since I have written everyday; I need to start again. Keep writing man, I love it. Mitragyna and The Smoke Beast: Breaking out of my pedantic reverie Like I have always done before. With a bitter taste in mouth. With gastric court thrown violently on its head, And a buzz slithering from feet that tread on frozen tile floors. Up and up, it wriggles its way to his head: A candle lit to dispel the dread And pierce the cloying darkness. Shapes illuminated reveal things long left unsaid. My, oh my, it seems so long since it's been fed. With hands that pass through skin, As if you're made of so much smoke. The beast reviles and revels within, As from its lair you start to choke. A single plume of smoke drifts From the pipe held in your hand. Oh.
Perhaps I posted this here some time ago? I cannot remember, anyhow here it is: As we climb this life of ours United through experience Stepping stones on the way to mars; Lashed is the science, For which we yearn; Screaming 'I am learned'; Never shall I glance These terrified eyes Of uncontrolled hysteria; Forever climbing, head in the clouds we sit in silence.
Side view You swore that everything was fine, Sugary words and warm vibes. I never realized I had been wasting so much of my god damn time. Past recollection of some outward hopes seeping down a drainage pipe out into an ocean of broken promises, nonfulfillment and fallacy. Relapsing to reality after so long with your head underwater can only be as refreshing as tradition. Zane New to the forum, let me know what you all think, happy toking
Are we a great nation just lost in translation Inferiority the priority inflicted by the majority Lower class basement pacing Lacing the halls of project halls with hate pastings Ignorance sealing doors shackled the youth to the floor Birth skin painted black so the proof of innocence is needed And if you don't show and prove then we'll fucking make you bleed it.. Head my warning or get 8 shots in your back We'll switch up the story and have fox news on attack Who you are and where you've been, have CNN invoke hate on him, and then.... We win again, and again. Another one dead, another friend.. I'm not your pet or project will you please set me free Leave me laying uncovered bleeding my soul on the street Drop down to my knees, begging you please If you do have a heart, can that heart spare me I think to myself, what if it was me Laying dead, cold, lifeless, in the summers heat What would go through my head, when this fucker shoots me dead Another casualty of the faculty Another one 6 feet deep Some protest civil unrest, but I'll be forever asleep. My family will weep The streets they will sweep Until another one of me gets a tag on the feet. -Chelsea Hollis Bleed through the cracks in the pavement, family pondering my engravement. Traveling through space and time wondering where my days went. One bullet was just enough, the people made a little fuss, the justice system un-just, but it's not only us. The corruption is immense, like living behind a fence, death a possibility for a minor offense. We need each other now, another dead flower on the ground, roots not mature, petals half developed, ripped from the soil,and stomped into the ground. Drown out the sounds of division and belittlement. We are entitled to life. Let's make the justice system remember this...
Do the thing. What thing? THE THING, MAAAN. You know damn well I don't believe thats a 'thing'. Flow of thought-, stream of consciousness IS a thing, g. On the real. ..Nah, I gotta be mad about something to do it. You're thinking of something to make me mad, are'nt you? Um...No?
Should loving you and wanting you in every possible way prevent me from addressing more primal desires at times I day dream thinking of what the sound would be like sliding your panties down to your ankles would the sirens outside cease and show respect to such perfection would the couple above hear that sweet sound and realize that even though they're seconds away from bashing eachother's brains in we're in the infant stages of love-making sometimes I wonder what it would sound like if you told me you loved me and wanted to be with me forever while your thighs cup the side of my head like soft ear muffs would you whisper it? would you scream it? would you really mean it?
I forgot to bring my pad of paper that had all my poems on it when I moved up here to college last week. There is one that I remember that has been echoing in my head several times this week. It's one of my favorites that I wrote, and it has been very prominent in my thoughts. I have pretty bad social anxiety and being forced to try to reach out to people and what not is uncomfortable me. I saw that at a local restaurant there is a poetry reading in the next few weeks and I am considering reading this poem in order to kind of put myself out there. This is a generally accepting area so I feel like it will not seem as scary as it would have at home, but that it will help me with my social anxiety. When I see birds fly around There's always one to be found Alone on a wire up in the sky I wonder if he ever cries Or maybe his peers treat him the same And never call him hurtful names What a life that would be To fly around with joy and glee And worry not about hurt nor pain But by giving love how much you'll gain
I'll slit my wrists let my love for you bleed out so I can finally be free of this hold you have on me -I'll probably make this longer someday, this is just what I came up with while I'm sitting here high and depressed
Let me tell you a tail Of a land far away And a man full off fail Who died everyday He lost all his thoughts And scared the light away His tounge was tied in knots As he said he could not stay He traveled the world wide Trying to find another But no-one by his side His heart was torn asunder He decided he should die So he got himself a gun He told the world a lie And said life was not fun He pressed it on his head And said his goodbye Now he lies alone in bed Because the man did not die. Sent from my HTCONE using Grasscity Forum mobile app
never lived in a hood, never clamed to be, but I grip pistolas faithfully, trust issues a possession charge, like San Diego, I missed To go platinum and get five mics, and hold moss bergs for attempts on my life, no Nina here I prefer a 45 your 22 I'm 23. I never sold dreams, and never buy that. I like to rap but this one was more poetic to me even with the rough feel. Hmm, idk.