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 Feb 2016 halioth
Caroline E
I used to like being alone because I had time to think.

Now I fear being alone, because there's too many things on my mind.
Before, I simply thought about the world. Now, when I'm alone, all I think is about the mistakes I've made and how sad I've become. Thoughts, they ruin me.
She draws hearts on her skin,
On her pale now red flesh
'Cuz she doesn't feel the slim.
©BeYourImperfectness
 Feb 2016 halioth
Arfah Afaqi Zia
Enchanted smile,
Tranquil eyes,
Sensational, yet untouched
My brain takes me through recurrent shocks,
The thought of you only drives me crazy.
 Feb 2016 halioth
GaryFairy
all my life, it's been nothing but the fear
living in a world where any peace is rare
when angels and demons whisper in my ear
not having what it takes, it makes it hard to bear

all my life, I've been walking in the steps
following a path that hasn't led to better yet
i'm taking bets about what might happen next
I wonder to myself, is this as good as it ever gets?
Sorry about the emo stuff. I think I will keep adding to this poem though. Hopefully with more positivity.
 Feb 2016 halioth
Star Gazer
What is being beautiful?
Is being beautiful about the greatest figure?
Or who has taken the most pictures?

For me,
Being beautiful has less to do with looks,
and more to do with heart.
The way kindness seeps in at the start,
it would transform people to a work of art.
Beautiful isn't in the physical appearance,
It isn't about acne and clearance,
it is the one that you hold dearest,
As though their heart is of solid gold,
so the saying that is quite old,
'Beauty is in the eyes of the beholder',
so when models give of a cold shoulder,
Or the way celebrities form boulders,
From the bodies of their fans,
so amongst the waving hands,
I can truly say, not everyone is beautiful...

Beauty doesn't stem from the eyes,
It stems from a beautiful heart,
Beauty doesn't stem from a disguise,
It stems from a kind finish and a kind start.
 Feb 2016 halioth
Maya Wa
She says it
like I'm meant to hear it
She writes it
like I'm meant to read it
She makes it solid
like I'm meant to touch it
but its too late
cause she is at the side of the road
with a sign that says notice me, that I drove past a while back.
I'm letting you go sweetheart.
I'm letting you go is all I say and
****
I let her go
letting go is hard but we all have to do it sometimes to set our minds on track again.................
 Feb 2016 halioth
Star Gazer
She whispered in my ear,
One thing I thought was true,
And as I shed a tear,
"Be you".

"Don't be the you you want me to see,
Be the you that you like,
Don't change anything for me,
if you're childlike, be childlike."

I stared into her eyes,
The way I would look at new shoes,
The way I looked at the skies,
I said **" I just want to be with you".
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