There she sat alone at the corner
Her face all calm and fair
There she sat alone at the corner
No one but herself was her care
Then he passed by and saw her
A remarkable work of art
As he passed by and eyed her
She looked and there ensued a spark
As time rolled by they spent it together
Talking of what they would become
As time kept rolling as they were together
They suddenly blended into one
As the light of the sun woke them one morning
They wanted to become more
As the light of the sun lit their paths one morning
Each other they saw no more
Jun 18, 2018
Jun 18, 2018 at 12:40 AM UTC
Bottoms up they said
I drank straight from the bottle until I thought I was dead
Live with no boundaries they showed
For miracles don't happen when you're in your comfort zone
Don't be afraid they proved
Because every day may be the last of the extraordinary few
Jun 8, 2018
Jun 8, 2018 at 4:40 AM UTC
do you silence the thoughts of the jealous?
do you symbolize laughter to the deaf?
do you unveil a rainbow to the blind?
do you offer a dance to the crippled?
do you outline the beauty of a mother to an orphan?
do you strengthen a heart that was born frail?
May 31, 2018
May 31, 2018 at 6:23 AM UTC
It seems as if poets
Have felt the most pain
But to be in euphoria
Is a celebrated gain
For when every time
A write is admired
A smile on a face
Defeats the sadness they hide
It seems as if poets
Have eaten pages of books
A dozen of dictionaries
And novels on nooks
I cannot explain this
But I believe so
That those words we have written
From where we don't know
It seems as if poets
Have hearts that beat rhyme
For it seems just too natural
To call it divine
For every scenario
A piece is inspired
Half a moment later
Pure greatness transpired
May 28, 2018
May 28, 2018 at 4:14 AM UTC
An urge to escape, fastened with a belt
Senses of conflict, preparing to melt
Imagine a life concealed as a boy
Thought upon others dancing with joy
Feelings of envy?, questions?, and hopes?
The life of a female tied up in ropes
Cut me some slack, to emerge from this shell
With the strength to stand up, whenever I fell
Forget what they said, they're stuck on rewind
Attempt to look forward, and leave them behind
Letting the sand seep through the glass
Each grain of sand, a day in the past
Setting the scene in dark shades of grey
My very own painting intended this way
Although I did say, that's what I intend
Fine traces of colour mix into the blend
They bleed and descend, like inside a dream
No need to pretend, if you know what I mean?
Unlocking a shutter, to view the next stage
That's just the book cover, before the next page
Was I on the verge of a long waiting game?
As all of the pages were numbered the same
A feeling of doubtfulness hit at close range
And half the way through, I noticed a change
But as I look back, in outbursts of laughter
My worries had vanished into the next chapter
This story I told, is split into two
And it starts with the old, revealing the new
A lesson that change is both patience and time
As every grey cloud has a fine silver line
My last stroke of paint, lets give it a chance?
And it's signed at the bottom
By Claire Torrance
May 28, 2018
May 28, 2018 at 3:35 AM UTC
I pass by a street of broken lives
Of dreams not even dreamt
Of hands as dark as the night
Begging for a piece of bread
I pass by a man with a foot long beard
His teeth no longer complete
With his face of danger bypassers feared
And his hair as gray as the street
I pass by a woman who sits on the side
Her legs tired and her dignity gone
Her ******* consumed by a little child
Who has no idea of what's going on
I pass by a girl and a boy who play
Both so innocent as they enjoy
Not even hoping to go and runaway
But rather revelling themselves without a toy
I pass by happiness as well as sorrow
Through the sidewalk and across the road
I pass by hopes of having another tomorrow
And the hope of having one's own abode
May 25, 2018
May 25, 2018 at 3:56 AM UTC
With every look in the eye you send me through time and space. With every confession of love, you set my heart on fire. For all the times you've kissed my lips, I was brought to life. I was resurrected again and again because of your love. My love for you will always be watered by the grace of the Lord. For only He knows how much I love you. For it is He who is the source of that love, making that love greater than any sort of force or power there is.
May 24, 2018
May 24, 2018 at 8:35 AM UTC
I try to make myself feel small
For the times
When people stare
For the times
When I would have to ask
To use a different size of chair
I try to keep the judgments of others
Locked within the dressing room
I could not use
Since the racks are all without an X
Except an overrated pair of shoes
I try to say I am not in hunger
Despite the crying of my gut
To hear people telling me
To stop grazing
Thinking it would be easy overnight
I try to go to the gym
And beat my heart out
And bear some weights
Even until my limbs give up
No pain no gain they say
I try everyday
Even if others do not notice
Even if other do not know
For I am aware of the consequences
But I just hope my feats will show
After all the trying
What I believe is this
That it takes time to not be agitated
By the people who look like sticks
For the stones they kept on throwing
Compels me to continue to try
But not for the benefit of others
But for the life that I call mine
May 20, 2018
May 20, 2018 at 9:19 PM UTC
I lay on my bed
At 9:05 PM
I think of my missing you
I think of you
Of where you are
Of who you're with
Of who you're thinking of
I formulate scenarios in my head
At 10:29 PM
One of you
One of me
One of the both of us
That one being happy
I cannot sleep
At 12:01 AM
I turn from side to side
Blanket on
Blanket off
Staring at the ceiling
Praying for a good night's sleep
Dreaming
At 1:42 AM
Smiles
Laughter
Love
Happiness
Contentment
Squinting eyes
At 8:16 AM
Trying to repel
The sun
The day
The truth
Reality
May 19, 2018
May 19, 2018 at 4:18 AM UTC
There she sits with her thoughts drowning her.
There she sits with your judgements choking her
and stepping on her
and killing her.
You don't know how much your words are darting towards her with knives that are sharper than a needle.
It would be nice if the needle
is injecting morphine
but rather it is injecting death.
Death of an unwanted soul
that only ever dreamed to be wanted.
Death of a girl who kept on trying
and trying
to meet the standards of society.
But then even if she becomes the president of her class
or has the highest grades
it would never be enough to shield her from your never ending criticisms.
You say it as if it's a joke.
To you they are always just jokes.
But to to her those jokes are
shading away
the paths which she thought were always alight.
In the darkness under the clouds you have made from her sheding tears,
she bawls for understanding
which will never rain on her.
And while she lies on her bed
with monsters feeding
on her heart and mind,
you lie on yours sleeping soundly
with dreams of
rainbows and unicorns.
How can you ever sleep
not realizing the greatest damage
you have caused in a girl's mind?
How can you ever sleep
not knowing
that you have destroyed
her inner persona
and have shattered her dreams
right before her own innocent eyes leaving her with no choice but to
just watch.
What kind of a monster
can ever sleep with that?
What kind of a monster
can ever live with that?
May 10, 2018
May 10, 2018 at 10:56 AM UTC