Hello Poetry
Submit your work and get some sparkles! Create free account
m-rifki-al-ikhsan
There is a fire in me It burns in my soul It gives me passion and energy And a drive to go Inside of my lungs It crackles and burns It ignites my mind As my stomach turns and turns It heats up my head So I cry out hot tears To cool down I breath in But I breath out my fears It is growing, I feel it It spreads through my chest It laughs and dances Wishing never to rest So I'll drink some iced water And lie down for a while In the case that my fire Might burn love for miles
0
Jul 6, 2014
Jul 6, 2014 at 4:54 AM UTC
Fire
I am struggling to get the words out They are starting to feel empty, and forced Poetry shouldn’t be like that. Poetry should be as natural as breathing As flowing as air currents It should pour out with power, with purpose Unrefined, but beautiful Not in spite of it, but because of it. And that is getting difficult to do.
0
Jul 6, 2014
Jul 6, 2014 at 4:54 AM UTC
Struggle
when your heart is broken and your love denied and your eyes are swollen with all the tears you cried when your mind is restless and you cant go to sleep with your emotions in a tangle running very deep give your self some time this will make it heal and change the way you think and the way you feel start again once more open up your heart start your life a new and make a brand new start.
0
Jul 6, 2014
Jul 6, 2014 at 4:54 AM UTC
Time can heal
We are still young. Do not forget that.
0
Jul 6, 2014
Jul 6, 2014 at 4:54 AM UTC
Remember
There is no perfect someone waiting at the top of the steepest peak, waiting for you like some comic superhero in a cape here to save you from your faults and failures. No. Love is looking at someone and going, "Wow, you're pretty ****** up, but I love you regardless." "And baby, even if you make a tremendous mistake, I will always love you." No dramatics, no perfection. Just seven-hundred shades of awkward blushes staying up 'till 4 o'clock talking about nothing and spending hours in angst over what sweater to wear on your dates. There is no shortcuts, no steep passes, and most importantly, no heroes only little mistakes, slips of the tongue, and sweetness but, if you go in expecting mountains the disappointment will be your downfall. So, just live with it go to sleep, embrace your lovers, laugh at yourself and don't dread the mountain pass for, in the end, there is no true mountain at all. Only the simple taste of what is to come.
0
Jul 6, 2014
Jul 6, 2014 at 4:54 AM UTC
Love Is Not a Mountain
It shouldn’t be easy to be amazing. Then everything would be. It’s the things you fight for and struggle , with before earning that have the greatest worth. When something’s difficult to come by, you’ll do that much more, to make sure it’s even harder – or impossible – to lose. -
0
Jul 6, 2014
Jul 6, 2014 at 4:54 AM UTC
It's Not Easy
Occupied by your knowledge Eager to learn your story Your word is a piece of art And your heart is filled with glory I adore you You got me anxious You inspire me to be exquisite I can’t be silent about your power Your something else A different flower You've accomplished my heart Yet this seems idiotic But I’m being ferocious about these feelings They hold too much meaning I’m just being real You intrigue my thoughts You got me feigning.
0
Jul 6, 2014
Jul 6, 2014 at 4:54 AM UTC
For (you)
Friendship is the strangest but greatest thing in the world I find my time with them, the best time of my life My friends are my heart, my soul, my fun my laughter, tears, love and My life. . .
0
Jul 6, 2014
Jul 6, 2014 at 4:54 AM UTC
My Friends
Dear Self, the Milky Way is hurtling through space constantly, which means you’re always moving forward, even if you can’t feel it. Dear Self, when you’re trying really hard and nothing’s changing, remember that even with all the energy of the Sun, it takes light over 8 minutes to reach the Earth;some things just take time. Dear Self, if you lived on the moon, everything would weigh just a sixth of what it does on Earth So when the weight of carrying your shortcomings around makes you shake and hunch over Remember the years you spent in high school forming a backbone that could withstand a hurricane And realize what your mother meant when she told you how strong you are. Georgia Radley, Letter to My Self.
0
Jul 6, 2014
Jul 6, 2014 at 4:54 AM UTC
Letter to My self
You drew a heart with your pen... ... on paper skin. Soul Survivor 2014
0
Jul 6, 2014
Jul 6, 2014 at 4:54 AM UTC
Soul Survivor