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What is the value of a life
Of a husband or a wife 
Of a daughter or a son.

Do these labels give value to one,
More so over the other?

Is a wife less valuable than a mother,
A father more valuable than a son?

Does value rise or fall
as one becomes another?

Surely every life can't be worth the same!
Can it?

 I wonder.
Is a peasants life,
of less value than a kings!

Or does Status, Creed, Race, or Color,
truly, not mean a **** thing?

It is true that I would place my
wife, my son, and my brothers
life over that of another.

But that value is given to them only by me.
No life is worth more
than any other in reality.

Yet until we can open
our hearts and minds to see.

The true value of life will never be!
Debuted this one at our poetry reading last night
 Sep 20 Ankush
Blue Sapphire
Don't come back

breaking another's heart

stay where you are

no matter how much

it breaks my heart

I will not take you back.
 Sep 20 Ankush
Lillith
stage 5 kidney disease
left ventricular heart disease
diabetes
they say you're dying
mother
i say i'm dying too
fractured mirrors
smashed glass
my hair in your fist.
yet
i love you
even now
after all the poison and the enabling
you can't go
not yet
 Sep 20 Ankush
Nobody
I fell for a poet
An expert with his words
By night a whisper,
By day unheard

I fell for a poet
A hazy, giggly dream
A little boy in a teenager's body
A life ripped at the seams

I fell for a poet
Who's writing love poems I'll never read
For someone else in his life,
Anyone but me.

I fell for a poet
So I'll wait, quiet as the sea
For this feeling to fade
Or for him to fall for me
 Sep 20 Ankush
Lillith
but i was the first to reach out
(i'm tying a rope of words)
around my own neck
if you reply,
(please reply i miss you, i miss you, i miss you,)
don't try to lie
(i'd fall back into your fantasy,)
the one that lines my tears and heart
i am a weak woman
you can walk all over me,
i'll pretend not to notice the fact
(i am the other woman)
**** me off
tell them i'm crazy
(tell them i'm no one)
im fine with being no one
i am no-one
but the other woman
to you
i've cried myself to sleep all nights this week. i've broken my sobriety, i was 2 days clean. i am broken over a two week talking stage thing because you gave me attention. i told you about my dying mother and the abuse i suffered. i am hollow now.
 Sep 3 Ankush
Arpitha
Mania
 Sep 3 Ankush
Arpitha
Today was a good day,
not by your standards, nay.
I did not lay on my bed
waiting for its end.
I cooked and cleaned
Laughed and danced
Almost like I was high
and glad to be alive.

It’s night now,
the euphoria is wearing off
I’m coming back to reality.

It’s gone now,
the bundle of energy
Gone on to possess someone else
Fool them into thinking all’s well.

Maybe it wasn’t really happiness
And all it ever was
was mania.
 Sep 3 Ankush
Arpitha
Stop treating me
like your Guinea pig!
Just when I had somehow
mastered the art of sleeping
You had me change the meds.
My anxiety is gone,
but insomnia is back.
Trial and error
on a tortured soul
is just cruel.
So tired of all the med changes!
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