So I have some things, that I just have to say,
but please do not take me in the wrong way,
I have this tiny little problem, inside me you see,
and its called trying to live with ADHD.
These thing's that you say, they way you behave,
drive me insane, and inside me I crave,
to tell you your wrong, and look like a mug,
I cant stand the thought, of you being a thug.
If I see you pushing and constantly thrashing,
my friends whom are weak, intending to bash em,
I will have to stand up, and defend with my heart,
Say it to me if you really wanna start!
Ill tell you the truth, don't you threat about that,
I'll never be scared of you, swinging that bat.
I've been through worse times, than you can inflict,
you can laugh and say that I am just a (b)witch.
I've taken many a beating, from one's harder than you,
you're a joke, you're clown, do the best you can do,
you will not like me, cause ill tell you the truth,
it ain't all about being a spoof.
You're a book that's been read, from cover to cover,
Predictable, laughable and not the best lover,
you're as see through as cling film, but before its too late,
get a grip you sad person, before they will hate.
you can change the future, if only you'd try,
stop accusing and blaming, and questioning why?
look around you and see, you have a great life,
but if you don't see before you, lose a possible wife.
So I'll tell it like it is, I wont mince my words
right there, right now, you got an incredible bird,
she loves you and would never hurt you, never make you cry,
but you spit and you hiss, and you don't even try.
You're straight out the book, the tactics you use
we know the next step, we know the short fuse,
The questions, the timing, the jealousy of friends,
its all a plan, for her social life to end.
There's really no need to hate and to follow,
trust isn't really a bitter pill to swallow.
Life and love is really OK,
don't be an idiot and throw it all away.
when you have a good woman be happy and proud,
get on that roof top and shout it out loud.
don't toss it aside, cause your angry inside,
give love a chance, her on your arm bursting with pride.
I'll be honest, and truthful, and hope you will find,
the problem within, ill try to be kind,
but ADHD just makes me be true
I really mean no harm, just giving you a clue.
You can hate me, detest me, I really don't care,
I know what your about, I'll stand and stare,
see if you have the balls, to really be true,
when you stand say 'hello, and how are you?'
Been there, and done it, its really no big deal,
2 faced coward is what i do feel.
thing is it really, you don't need to be like that,
but too proud to say, 'yeah OK I been a prat'
No need at all for the mess that is made,
drag yourself out of that neanderthal cave.
there's more to life than fighting and hating,
you only get on shot, so love and stop wasting.
Let people in, let out your fears,
or cling on to em tight, for another 30 years,
hold on to trouble, grip tight onto hate,
lets these years pass you by, and then its too late.
look at yourself, are you really ok??
want another day marked off, with only hate to say?
we want to make you smile, and assure you its fine,
hold glasses of wine up and clink with ' lets dine'
So I suppose the point, I am trying to say,
with my ADHD, I'll just say it this way,
My words come out 'hectic' and not make much sense,
but I'm trying to help you, I make no pretense.
If you think this is about you, or someone you know,
I hope that this poem will help someone to grow,
Just ask and I'll tell you, I wont hide in the forest,
I don't have two faces, you know ill be honest!
So I bid you goodnight, and tell you I'm grateful,
for Tony, my love, I can trust he'll be faithful,
He treats me with love and respect, don't harass me,
two way trust, with my man, means the world, I'll never judge he.
Shame on you wasters, throwing real love away,
it will spring up on you, you'll realize one day,
you had it right there, in the palm of your hand,
but crushed it and blew it away like the sand.
Copyright © Maxine Jones | Year Posted 2014
This expanse of land has seen things.
Things all of us can only see in dreams.
It's seen war, it's gotten it's fair share of scars.
Bombs bursting, bullets throwing sand into the air like it's a volleyball tournament.
The sand running red with blood silently mocking our arteries.
This magnificent stretch of land has seen heroes' tears fall; dropping to their knees while sadness envelopes their fallen brothers but also looking up to their beloved whilst carrying a ring in their hand.
It's seen bright days, the sun glimmering over wet sand, footprints of past loves being washed away as the sun smacks the horizon.
This expanse of land...has seen things we can only imagine.
Copyright © Tyler Kisner | Year Posted 2013
I was born in a world of poverty and soiled life of a third world country
The way I lived till I was five years of age was walls of boundary
These walls had towers of guards that had no heart or care
If a child would try to climb the wall they lose their life I swear
Father had drank and threatened my mother with a knife
My father lost his job and wife and that was the hardship of life
He stopped my mother from taking off with me in her arm
Hoping that my father would ignore and left me be with no harm
When my father went off to drink one night and came home with rage
My brothers stood by my crib and took a beating that set up the next stage
My father had woken up to three scared children half starved and in pain
His final words as he walk away from the orphanage gate live life do not go insane
I was still a baby in the orphanage; the caretakers did not really care about the babies
They stole items and materials those wicked men and maternal evil ladies
They starved all the babies because it cost a lot to keep them alive
As a child of that age I could feel the sins and greed that gave out bad vibes
I was ignorant about what I drank and ate, as I see white maggots move in my bottle
As I see them move I thought about how they were playing and some were hostel
They ate each other to keep each other alive in a manner that took me by surprise
In the back round I hear others throwing things with sounds of painful cries
I got very strong at a young age I was able to start pulling myself up over the cage
My feelings were to see my brothers with strong lungs that I cried out of rage
My two brothers came to see me and sneak food into my crib
The caretaker would find the food in my hands as they grabbed it and hit me on my ribs
As painful as it was I kept eating the food with blood in my mouth as it was instinct
I sometimes laid in my crib dazed and confused with smell of death so distinct
With all my might I kept myself strong and climb the small wall
I finally was old enough to get out of the building and I could hear my brothers call
With tears of joy with short legs that ran as fast as my heart
I ran to my brothers arms and held their hands to have a new start
I grew stronger everyday but more things came into my life in a manner of dismay
If my brothers stay by my side I could smile and everyday their would be okay
Copyright © Reynaldo Mast | Year Posted 2013
In her home I suffer,
Rationed food and rationed wood,
Bread slices and rationed butter,
Scorns and all the words they utter,
Are some deepest of secrets you won't hear.
For I take that only form,
Of a lost child in my own home,
Assuming this has been the only norm,
Of having water and a plate of corn.
Her eldest kid sits by me and asks,
Do you have anything you own,
No, I say with a little frown,
Do you have parents,
No, they are long gone.
Do we do you bad,
No, I say.
Copyright © hudhaifah siyad | Year Posted 2016
I wake up with another tear
for I have again, relived the nightmare
will it ever leave me with any way to see
when will I again be able to see my family
the past is forgiven
so why is it still living
my heart was so broken
but soon after it was frozen
let it lie and the past die
for I have a life to live with
but the past is still being relived
how do I stop this past of torture
so I can find my new future
Copyright © Denise Hopkins | Year Posted 2013
You think you’ve gone just far enough,
I could smile knowing you’ve gone far enough that you can’t go back again
You think you were careful but,
I’ve caught a glimpse of your true, wretched form
You think you can find a way into my good graces
I’ve seen what you are, monsters with a friendly costume
You can’t deceive me anymore and, I don’t consort with serpents
You think I’m a game to be played but, trust me, you could never win
Don’t underestimate me
You think I’m a joke but, trust me you won’t be laughing
You think I’m just talking myself up but, trust me, you’re the ones going down
My eyes took too long to adjust
Better late than never
It may take a monster to know one but, I promise my teeth are sharper than yours
My first reaction to the hideous revelation that was your form was to weep
Fall to my knees, maybe even wretch my heart from my chest and onto the carpet
Then I thought about the mess it would make
I decided the only blood that will spill, will be your own
I was not weak, but I had a weakness
A heart of soft gold stitched to my sleeve with care
Now my heart is a stone so heavy
I could kill at least two birds at once
Being the nice guy is a thing of the past
Thanks for freeing me of that softness
You thought I was all sunshine and delicate things
When really I had just been swallowing razor blades
Now that sun is setting and I hope you see it was you who were wrong
Can you feel my darkness coming, because it’s eager to hold you
If you thought I was the one who would just stand still or turn to run
Your gonna be the one with tired feet
I’m not sad anymore
Just sick with the plague of your lies
Contagious, and I’m looking for someone to kiss
Even angels can make themselves wicked
When we do, we take no prisoners
Still think I’m a game
This one is just beginning
Copyright © Alexander Schwartz | Year Posted 2013
Love and hate are strong words those are songs of singing birds, In your mind you may love and hate god told you are a in great, Nothing in the world can change how you feel damn take hour calm down pill, Damage and pieces put together agian take the chanllage you damn hen,To many hearts are broken though words and hits pick up the pieces agian,Words going though your head you better eat that piece of bread, Many turth and lies I told you what a surprise, sitting here with hurt and birt yes your name is Burt, I told you to keep it cool dont hurt you better stay cool, What side you on love and hate please God let me go on this date,No matter what you decide make sure you dont do no crime, look in the mirrow how you look love and that is the book, The world going around in my mind love and hate there isn't no time, look at me I am smart love snd hate who is falling apart, Never called for help i was trap here that big fat rat, To many things i thought before love and hate I brought, Smiles and laughter i got though love and which one we can have a debate.
Copyright © Sade Charles | Year Posted 2015
I want to drown my urge to die
I want to kill my pulse inside
I can't breathe, I'm paranoid
Everything in life I avoid
Don't speak to me, I'll look away
Inside my eyes is just decay
I'm already dead, but have yet to die
Why do I keep my body alive
My soul is dead, eyes are lies
So is the smile I hide behind
Pull the plug, I'm a fake
In a nightmare and I cannot wake
Drown me! I'm flooded in pain
Please help me regain
Some peace, some rest
I want to die to live again
Set me free
Slitting my wrists isn't working
The more stares I get
The more I become numb
I just need to be gone
Eliminate my pain,
I'm already out of breath
Suffocating on my hopelessness
Every day I am alive
But I'm craving to die inside
Curved smile because your so naive
You think I'm happy
Yet I'm being crushed
My head is overflowing
With these thoughts that are too much
One word, suicide
Sparks a light inside of my eyes
I don't want to pretend to live
Let me go, flood me in sin
There is where I want to swim
Six feet under the ground
Don't be selfish
And keep me in pain
To tourture my lifeless body again
Let my body float soundly
Rushing water, ocean salt
I promise I won't feel it at all.
End it, hold me under
Then bury me so I can slumber
Goodbye lifeless eyes
As I'm dying I'll be coming alive
Deleted from my mind
As I leave this world behind
Floods my lungs
Leans in for a kiss
Together we sink into insanity
And drown in infinitys abyss.
Copyright © Karissa Kelley | Year Posted 2013
I do not know?
Everyday, the thought of death is stuck in my mind,
Through the violence, The poverty,
The racism, the hatred, the war,
The unhappiness, the instability,
The crimes, and the sadness in this world.
Lives torn on the daily,
As I sit, comforted on my chair,
“It’ll resolve itself.
I haven’t even helped… barely”
As I lay asleep, a nightmare with news voices of the situation,
Circled my head like that of a tornado’s rotation,
All talking at the same time,
Of a recent story about an unfortunate death.
“News of the death of Eric Garner, a black man who...”
“The chilling details to the story…”
“Recently, Michael Brown was a victim of a police-related death,
News of Eric Garner, a man fathering 6 children…”
“America, listen up, the white cops have a plan,
To lie, and keep their reputation in dignity.”
Then, I woke up.
Found myself screaming in the hotel room,
Awoken from my sleep, by a vivid nightmare,
“I’ve had enough with this nonsense!
I’m tired of hearing of people suffering,
Of people dying, of death tolls rising,
Of young kids war-fighting,
Of the government lying,
Of the justified conspiracy theories being shut down,
Of.. Not helping... the suffering!”
So I went running... for answers.
Tell the whole world I know it’s too late,
Boys and girls, I’m feeling brain-sick,
Why, oh why, did I have to wait,
Oh well, oh well, It’s all just a gimmick.
Copyright © Issa Hattar | Year Posted 2015
And so do I fall, and so do I fail,
Falling so deeply into this destructive void,
Nothing but ash and specs of dust that were once my brittle bones and scarred flesh.
To not know what is ahead,
How maddening! How so distraught have I seemingly become,
Forgotten myself as time has smoothed over me.
Tricky, sly fiend indeed; master and slave a like to us all.
Do I dare move forward into the uncertainty that is humanity and of such society?
So gut wrenching, thoughts filled of bile at what is.
As we all are from and are the same, yet tear limb by limb the essence of ourselves by one another in an endless state of bigotry and violence; so brightly are we bathed in evil.
So easy is it to see.
Miracles; perhaps shall they see fit to carry me away from the void that is, and from such temptation, as to live the rest of days in blissful, stagnant dreams.
Copyright © Joshua Brown | Year Posted 2013
Yes I am white, and yes I can write
From the DM and V so you think
I can not spill my guts or MC
I am dumb if I choose to believe
That I got any skill to convey
So much pain I have felt in my chest
From my dad smacking me in the head
Cause an F on a test and I guess
That's enough to put hands in the cuffs
And arrest the big pest that's oppressed
And has left me a mess and completely distressed!
I will no longer be so depressed
Or this pressed to suppress all this hate I possess
So no rest till I break these two chains
That have plagued all my veins, its insane,
When we don't have an answer!
Bruce Banners, the standard,
We lose all our manners
And start with the slander
Then harp on the "pampered"
With heart crushing banter
So dark is my candor
Were used to being used
and tossed in the hamper
I'll wash my lacoste but it only gets damper
And that's when I got get up, its enough
Cant let Russ, just adjust, my outcome
Or who I become!
Copyright © Mike Conway | Year Posted 2013
when I turn.
Still, it is there,
can feel its eyes
at my clothing.
Each step I take,
it does too.
Each time I stop,
the silence is frightening.
Afraid to run,
I know it's faster,
so I walk on.
a sound I hadn't heard before
crawls up my spine,
breathing, louder than mine.
My heart is pounding now,
mind whirling in panic.
What did it want?
Does it know me?
Then, a hand on my shoulder,
I freeze in horror.
A familiar voice laughing,
you forgot your jacket.
Copyright © 2014 Robert William Gruhn - All Rights Reserved
"A poem to me is the essence of any thought,
Being built from its foundation into tower scraping sky.
It can fly like no other bird to places never seen,
Even spaceships can only dream of taking its place."
© 2014 Robert William Gruhn
Copyright © 2015 Robert William Gruhn
Copyright © Robert Gruhn | Year Posted 2015
Peace is no more on the hill
Forest Fire in innocent eyes
I ask myself : who wiped out greenery ?
The bountiful landscape devoid of luster.
Red charcoal blazing on the red-carpet
The tribe’s damsel hammers
Her fate into sheets of sorrows.
Tremors of fear trickles down her cheeks.
Floats smell of gun powder
Over the small hamlets of the hill.
The sky above is within its limit.
Serenity is no more, there…..
Terrorism, a tiger in every tunnel
Wagon loaded dreams of life
Stops there to rest a while !
Shukrijani, the young vibrant tribe guy
Refreshes his AK-47,
Ridicules at old bow and arrows
Mysterious mustache on his oval face.
He Knows nothing of humanity
He is trained to kill humans.
The hill is no more a hill
No more abode of peace !
Old mother of Shukrijani folding her shivering hands.
Prays God: we want tranquility,
We want peace !
Inertia of unknown identity plays hide and seek.
The tribe’s damsel prays :
O’ God of my fate,
Transform me into mother Mary
I want to give birth
Another Jesus to bring
Peace and harmony down to earth !
Copyright © Neelamani Sutar | Year Posted 2016
Firearms magazine offer manifold big bang for their buck,
many ear rational per son or daughter loves advocate, the late chuck
heston (now a shooting star occasionally visiting Earth from celestial vault)
who fired undulation, imagination, and ballistic adulation
heard das squaw coon like Donald Duck
head over webbed feet for Minnie, yet both scared of ratcheting
mushrooming armaments to the teeth sinister race,
barrels along at alarming spike
triggering dramatic uptick of innocent lives caught in crosshairs,
or stray slug makes a bee line whizzing at the speed of greased lightening
where luckless lie dead, when trigger happy urge itches
to overtake sanity madman/woman glorifying while squeezing lever,
whence bullet released, endangering unsuspecting lives
and engendering outrageous spike in wanton killings -
a one or more person shell act, releasing whizzing elliptic mach one ballet
boring into flesh with aplomb and pluck.
Die-hard gun owners indiscriminately brandish
loaded pistol when jist a whippersnapper sparking unwarranted violence
undermining innocent victim or two, or three, or...
concomitantly provoking furious backlash,
as government half heartedly aims to dull liver restrictions,
the right to pack heat
(purportedly in accordance with second amendment),
where NRA members dish
out violent objections, while proliferation mounts allowing easy access
to revolutionary palm pilot size guns with concomitant firing power range
glamorized by violent movies in tandem with lobbyists
obstructing legislation requiring back round checks
against unlimited stock pile, thus nodding assonance
permitting a glut of phallic shaped mechanisms designed to kill,
as acquiesce evinced via banshee cockamamie cashiered eggheads
who dilute down restrictions, whereby a colt following
hoofs from doe ting fauns fingering powerful weapons,
despite murderous spree, where senseless bloody coup fuels fusillade
empowering citizens to possess off fish
U.S., self-important protection becoming comfortably numb
as regular headlines detail some lone, maniacal
human set on automatic pilot to kill methodically unloading with a swish
multitudinous cartridges encasements testament
attempt to even deadly score, or wish
to take revenge vendetta amidst madding crowds -
uttering oye vay iz mere - Yiddish.
Copyright © matthew harris | Year Posted 2017