People

Insight in reality

We all breathe, we all bleed

we all burn our skin beneath the same sun.

we all dry run our works of labels,

we all try to be able,

but never enough to turn the tables..


always finding to be unable to find purpose,

always finding ourselves nervous,

nervous in a world full of ignorance and hatred

all because some of us are afraid to bleed.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

i dont know exactly where i was going, i was writting this while depreseed 

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Peace

Solitude is peace.

 

You don’t have to listen to others.

 

When you’re alone,

 

You can shut out humanity’s corruption.

 

 

 

Nightfall holds no meaning.

 

If you’re at peace, let be.

 

Sunlight holds no meaning.

 

If you’re at peace, let be.

 

 

 

How peaceful it is to be alone.

 

To be alone is to meditate.

 

To meditate is to see truth.

 

To see truth is to be at peace.

 

 

 

You don’t have to listen to others.

 

A family isn’t needed for peace.

 

The light that lives inside,

 

You’ll see it even better when alone.

 

 

 

Reside alone with only the light.

 

With the light by your side,

 

You will feel no loneliness,

 

Only solitude, only peace.

 

 

 

If you seek the light,

 

You won’t find it in people.

 

If you seek the dark,

 

Finding the light will be easy.

 

 

 

If you find the light,

 

You won’t need people.

 

You’ll have the light,

 

And you’ll know peace.

 

 

 

Should you forget about people?

 

No, even though you don’t need them,

 

Remember this,

 

They might need you.

 

 

 

Live for peace.

 

Live knowing death.

 

All life dies, yet lives on.

 

Death comes and peace remains.

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I hope people can make some sense of what I was saying. Sometimes I just spill my emotions onto a page and end up not sure if it's even logical.

 

I felt like writing this because in the past few years I've dwelled on the darkness I see in myself and other people - the corruption. I see so much of it that I tend to lose sight of what's good. For a while I dwelled on the darkness and felt content with hatred. I hated the human race. I wanted to watch it die because in my mind everyone, including myself, deserved it. But now I've found peace in solitude and prayer/meditation. Even though I still easily see bad things in myself and other people I've become a little more numb to them. I'm more able to highlight the good things in people. I've done this by turning not to people themselves, but to something higher, much higher. I crave solitude and time alone so that I can reflect on this, and so that I'm not so sickened by the world around me.

Trying to Re-Create the Dodo

Trying to re-create the past piece by piece

Putting on the same music

Talking about the same moments

Drinking the same brand of beer

Same people

Sitting in the same places

Pulling out personalities from back then

But when attempting this impossible trick

Nothing ever feels quite the same

And it’s not

The air is not the air

The memories are memories and not the moments

The music is not fresh but dusty and stale

The people are formed

The places set 

Personalities past and shaped

There is always an uneasiness when the trick inevitably fails

A failure on the part of all involved

Unable to conjure preferred past

It happens eveytime

All around the world

In living rooms

In Bars

In Attics

In Basements

At Kitchen Tables

In Backyards

In Fields

Try to hang on

It is slippery

It is a ghost

It is gone

Only to exist in memory

And when memory starts to fade

It will vanish

Like the dodo

 

 

 

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A Face and A Mirror

and I'll find my way back and fill every crack
of what I dared to abandon and lack
As I hid under a shadow and erased my name
Because all others thought I was just a game

To take the needles called imperfections out of my heart
and use them as the strength to guide me a better part
Where the papers of my chapter aren't so wrinkled and illegible anymore
and I open my real eyes and to the light, beckoning, a real door


To my surprise, all is shining and ever free
and the clear sparkle of waters bring to reflect the real me
So, then, what brings you, what monster are you, foul mirror?
To sacrifice my time and what I hold ever dearer?


I ask you then, will it be a face, or will it be my words?
Or do my words mean nothing, flocking appeal to idle herds?

Bring to me please, the powerful quality and grace of personality
and let beauty paint my face, beauty associated with the pureness of my mentality

For

This is for the one who never gets sleep at night.

This for the one who's always into fights.

This is for the one who never slipped a smile.

This is for the one who's been travelling for miles.

This is for the one who's still finding life's right track.

This is for the one who loves, but is never loved back.

Most importantly, this is for you.

I hope you had a bit of a clue.

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People,People

People, people light their fires,

burning the world-

upon their pyres...

 

People, people tell their cold lies,

hurting their souls-

and sever their ties...

 

People, people destroy their souls,

shooting through them-

creating more holes...

 

People, people crush their own hearts,

offending love-

breaking into parts...

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People Don't Know People

I’m feeling all alone here, no one will ever know why

I’m sitting on the down stair saying my last goodbye

I’ll walk out of the front door never to return

I close my eyes and lift my head as my last mouthful burns.

 

People don’t know people; they never want to know,

People don’t know people; they just don’t want to grow.

So I look into the world I knew and finally let go,

Of all the hate, of the pain, I never want to show.

 

Up the stairs and through the door, the wind is howling now

I stand there for a minute, before my ending bow.

They run around without a care, as if they’d even know.

The pain I feel inside me now will only ever grow.

 

People don’t know people, why would they even care,

People don’t know people, as if they’d even spare,

One thought for you up on that roof, before you make that leap,

One thought for you before your end, your eternal sleep.  

 

As I take the final step, towards my fateful end

I know that people will not see the girl who was a friend.

A friend to those who knew her well, although it wasn’t enough,

To stop her hate from ranging on, from all the other stuff.

 

So here she stands up in the sky, ready for the fall.

 

So here it is her last goodbye, she’s ready for it all. 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

one of my first poems about my actual feelings, rather than events in my life. 

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Women-We're People too????

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Women.

 

We're people,

just like men.

 

We're not things,

property,

sex toys,

or trash.

 

We're not something

you can say you want

one minute and then,

the next minute,

say you're over us.

 

 

Women.

 

We have feelings,

desires,

needs,

wants,

fears,

brains!

 

 

The Government seems

to think that we are stupid.

That we can't think for ourselves.

 

Well the jokes' on them!

We can decide whether or not

we want birth control.

Whether we want to get pregnant or not.

 

 

Women.

 

We're more than

just a "piece of ass".

 

We're more than

just some fuck and dump!

 

We are people,

humans,

with feelings!

 

 

Although, personally,

abortion is not something

I'm for,

 

that doesn't mean

I'm gonna tell everyone

that they can't.

 

 

It is up to us,

us women,

to decide what we

want, and

how to deal with something

if we don't want it.

 

Women.

 

We are strong,

we are smart,

we are not things for

others to use.

 

 

We are WOMEN!

 

We are STRONG!

 

So TREAT us like Equals!

Because that's what we deserve!

 

 

 

 

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Not quite done, i don't think... I am not sure about the title, and I'm open to suggestions!

 

Poetic_Eyes wanted a poem about issues that us women face in life, like being seen as sex objects, things, property, and being seen as a pieve of ass. That government wants us to all have birth control.

 

So, this is dedicated to all those problems that Women have to face!

Let me know what you think, or if you think of something that you think would fit in!

 

Monsters In The Dark

Now listen to what I have to say

For the wicked hide in the shadows of this day

 

You know nothing of what is of me

You may know the color of my eyes

But not of what they are capable to see

 

Now here, I've warned this upon you

For not every smile is ever true

 

Everything is not set in stone

You may say there is an answer

When nothing is completely known

 

Close your eyes, please understand

That what you may rely on is a blood-thirsty hand

 

Unknown of what they truly are

Watch think before you turn and talk

Someone so close to you can be so far

 

So remember before you go on and say

"But why would anyone do this to me anyway?"

 

Human nature can be full of evil and greed

Unwatched, A monster born within the shadows, full only of self pleasure and need.