A boy riding a bicycle was crossing the country border
The border guard stopped him and checked his bag
Found nothing but a bag of salt, guard let him go
Again next day the boy was riding a bicycle
With a bag of salt, the guard let him go again
This same process went on and on, for weeks
One day the guard checked him
To see if it was real salt or drugs
After some test, the guard found out,
That it was simple salt and nothing else
Jun 12, 2019
Jun 12, 2019 at 11:23 AM UTC
The battle over poetry
The soldiers fight
their words, their weapons.
The historic battlegrounds dedicated in honorable memorials,
studied in English classrooms everywhere.
The meek soldiers follow in the footsteps of the noble commanders that have paved the battlegrounds for them.
The quiet soldiers want to fight,
the drafted,
given the gift of perfect aim but can never choose the right target.
I join the fight,
The fight to express thoughts and beliefs
Your words, silver bullets, sink deep into my skin.
They do not reach my heart, however.
They sink deep into parts of me that will not **** me,
but will leave me screaming in pain.
The pain of your words cut deep.
I struggle to fight back,
my pain, my motivation to keep up the fight.
The drafted are invisible
The fight continues,
the soldiers longing to be commemorated for the pain they endured in the fight.
We are the drafted,
the unnoticed.
Our pens, our weapons
and this battle is far from over
Jun 12, 2019
Jun 12, 2019 at 11:23 AM UTC
sometimes I hope you lose sleep at night
thinking of what could have been
thinking of how you ruined the best thing to ever happen to you
thinking of all the memories and good times that we had
but mostly, I hope you’re remembering the little things
the things that someone only notices when they’re deeply in love
the things that you’ll look for in every other girl you meet
the things that make you weep because they were unique to me
the things that you'll never find in anyone else
like the way I twirl my hair back
or how bite my cheek before I cry
the way I laugh when I’m nervous
and the little red mark on my right hand that you always kissed
once in a while I wonder if you lose sleep over what I’m doing
if you’re hoping I’m just as lost as you are
hoping I haven’t moved on
or that I still pine over you the way you pine over me
well I don’t
you broke me
you changed me
you made me forget who I was in order to be better for you
you played the victim
you called it off
you deserve to be kept awake at night
for the ways that you have wronged me
Jun 12, 2019
Jun 12, 2019 at 11:23 AM UTC
I always say that I let it slip away.
But that's not really true.
Because unfortunately,
To have let something slip away.
Means I would have had it in my grasp to begin with.
Jun 12, 2019
Jun 12, 2019 at 11:21 AM UTC
I SAID LOVE IS THE WORST LOAN IN TERMS OF DEBT.
I SAID I AM STILL PAYING THE PRICE FOR IT.
May 29, 2015
May 29, 2015 at 6:46 AM UTC
but how sad the rain must be.
an entire lifetime spent just falling.
May 19, 2015
May 19, 2015 at 8:00 AM UTC
Hello.
One word.
Two syllables.
A knife through the air of silence.
An enemy of loneliness.
The word itself could bring hope to the hopless.
A smile to the smileless.
A friend to the friendless.
Hello.
A simple word could lead to million things,
it can bring you joy,
love,
heartbreak,
but it could also make you fall
a
p
** a**
r
t
Rip you to shreds.
Tear your heart out.
Leave tears streaming down your face.
For hello is a undecided thing;
Nor friend or enemy.
It's just hello.
A word,
the beginning of a story.
May 19, 2015
May 19, 2015 at 7:58 AM UTC
I could look at you
For a single minute
And
Find a thousand things
That I love about you
May 19, 2015
May 19, 2015 at 7:26 AM UTC
The sun wept for the moon,
but the moon did all but try.
And come every noon,
the sun would die.
Her light burning out,
like a candle.
but the moon would glout,
for him to mishandle
such a beauty was a sight
for sore eyes.
The clouds would cover her light
but her cries,
could never be heard above her madness.
Her face contorted,
her eyes pools of vastness.
May 19, 2015
May 19, 2015 at 6:59 AM UTC