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 Sep 2015 Diva Irin
Akira
Scar
 Sep 2015 Diva Irin
Akira
He told me my scars weren't beautiful
And I told him that no one could ever really admire a masterpiece
Without taking a few steps back
Your scars make you who you are and no matter what you are beautiful
 Sep 2015 Diva Irin
Polar
Mr. Warr has big feet.
He came and stomped all over my street.
That's the place my house used to be
Now it's rubble for all to see.
In the garden where flowers were laid
We dare not walk for mines and grenades.
There's nothing here
No more to see
No trace of family, friends and me.
But one day we will all come back
When the mines are clear we can begin to unpack.
Rebuild this place that once held joy
And I have stories to tell my boy
About the people, places and things around here
About the times that held no fear.
I'll show him the place his dad drank beer
And other such landmarks here
like the place where my kids were christened in preparation for life
And the other where their dad took me for a wife.
This is a place with history here,
memories past and present of all I hold dear.
This was inspired by the bombing raids of the second world war but seems to me to be relevant today.
 Sep 2015 Diva Irin
Polar
Let me be brief to tell this tale
The nights been wild, there's been a gale.
Once my path did cross a stranger
He led me into enigmatic danger.
In my haste to avoid death
I tilted my neck and felt his breath.
This evil I invited in
Has led me into carnal sin.
Yet in this state in know no hell
Between two planes is where I dwell.
I traded my soul and lost all joy
He befriended and loved me as a decoy.
In consorting with this demonic beast
I was entered in hells feast.
Evil took over my corrupted brain
And turned me onto the human food chain.
I have no feelings of regret now
Just an instant hit adrenaline, pow!
Evil is as evil does
Now it's too late for god to help us.
I'll be gone before the dawn
No more to see gods holy morn.
now it's too late for him to help you
An unholy existence you start anew.
ON thrones from China to Peru
All sorts of kings have sat
That men and women of all sorts
proclaimed both good and great;
And what's the odds if such as these
For reason of the State
Should keep their lovers waiting,
Keep their lovers waiting?
Some boast of beggar-kings and kings
Of rascals black and white
That rule because a strong right arm
Puts all men in a fright,
And drunk or sober live at ease
Where none gainsay their right,
And keep their lovers waiting,
Keep their lovers waiting.
The Muse is mute when public men
Applaud a modern throne:
Those cheers that can be bought or sold,
That office fools have run,
That waxen seal, that signature.
For things like these what decent man
Would keep his lover waiting,
Keep his lover waiting?
 Sep 2015 Diva Irin
Diba
I want to tell you I love you, even if it means a little more each time, but ever since you left i haven’t been able to look at anything beautiful because every single sunrise and sunset reminds me of you. It’s kind of like when you said you loved me but i knew deep down it meant nothing. It doesn’t mean anything anymore.
 Sep 2015 Diva Irin
anu
When the love is so beautiful

Only When it is EXPRESSED
Even When it is UNEXPRESSED

It might be plentiful
And not wonderful..
I think,EXPRESSING LOVE is such a beautiful thing..
 Sep 2015 Diva Irin
anu
Depression..
 Sep 2015 Diva Irin
anu
Am i mad?
what is torturching me?
And i'm torturching others?

Really no other creature
should be like me
Killing itself and others

And killing poetry too

Can't calm myself?
Hate myself
Having works
But willn't do

Again and Again
Am proving myself
That i'm not ok
Pshyo.....
Depressssseeeeeeeeddddddddddddddddd............(sorry for posting)
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