eg-bud
I think for every poem I've written I have thought of it in the shower. Isn't it strange that the deepest thinking takes place where water is the most shallow? / / I'm an addict and poetry is my drug. / / Don't pay to shine on my poems. Comments and likes would brighten my day, though!
Fight for it
Fight for what you believe in
Fight for what’s right
Whether it’s body or love or soul
It’s worth fighting for
Fight for the ones who can’t
Fight not in actions of the fist
Fight in actions of the heart
Don’t misplace what you fight for
Treasure it, keep it safe
For so many have lost sight of their true fight
The fight may conquer or fall
But the fight stands above us all
Everyone, everything, everywhere, it’s different
It’s body or love or soul
It’s friendship or honesty or religion
Love the difference
It’s all still the fight that stands tall
Inside us all we have the fight
Unleash the passion inside you
FIGHT
Aug 14, 2016
Aug 14, 2016 at 9:26 PM UTC
Her story is a simple one
Two married parents, and an only child
Not poor, not rich
She had a name, but according to her peers it’s not important
They thought her names were Fatso, Ugly, Cow, Disgrace
She let it happen because she knew something
Something they did not even know about themselves
They were not as tough as they acted, they were scared
“Scared of what?” she did not know, it could be anything
What was she scared of? Nothing
Of them? The ones who tease her? Never
She could never be afraid of people she pitied
You may judge her for allowing this to happen to herself when she is supposedly so fearless
But if you judge her, what makes you different from the antagonists of her life?
I suppose her story isn’t simple
But it isn’t considered complex either
Because it happens everyday to people like her
They share Her Story
Jun 7, 2016
Jun 7, 2016 at 2:21 PM UTC
You pushed me away when you promised you woudn’t
We were supposed to stick together
But now I see you laughing without me
I understand
I was there with you just because I was there
I didn’t see it
So I opened up my soul to you and let my secrets pour
By God, I think whenever I saw you all my problems disappeared
It’s hard to remember that I believed every word you said
You called me your sister
You called me your friend
But now we both know I am just someone you threw away
May 21, 2016
May 21, 2016 at 3:01 PM UTC
It was unbroken
But still unhinged
A world divided
Shots rang across the seas
Mercy was begged for
One side cried victory the other shame
No one won when the casualties came
Number beyond what should have been made the winners losers and the losers no change
Years go by with heads held high and hands held together
Unity helps the madness
Scars mark it but still it is somehow unbroken
After all that happened it stays together
Unhinged is what it is if you bring your eyes closer to the surface
Insane with the pressure to provide strength but still see so much pain
Call it what you see but it truly is
A world unbroken
Yet a world unhinged
May 19, 2016
May 19, 2016 at 7:54 PM UTC