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 Nov 2015 Santiago
Katie Katie
I think a lot of us forget that you can have flaws and still be beautiful.
Beauty and flaws can coexist.
I believe that everyone has both has flaws and holds beauty to at least to a certain extent and in different ways.
Besides, beauty is within the eye of the beholder anyways.
 Nov 2015 Santiago
Dhaye Margaux
You came that night
when I was afraid of the dark
and the rain
but you let me see
the dark is just a blanket
that I will use at night
when I sleep
and the rain
is just like showers
petals coming from the clouds
gentle and kind
they will never hurt me

I know

Your wings are my protection
Since the day you step your foot
On the ground
for me

Your wings--
my shelter*.
shelter, blanket, love, angel, wings, life, you
I wanted to
But you couldn't

I hoped
But you wouldn't

I understood
Why we shouldn't

So you declined
And we didn't

But it would
Have been fun

If we would've
In books
we watch
as characters
go through
hard times

We pull
for them
as they
stuggle
to survive

In our hearts
they deserve
the happy ending

I haven't always
rooted for myself
Haven't always
believed in my heart
that I deserve
the happy ending

While I've always
cherished words
books and poetry

I haven't always
cherished my
own story

I realize now
my life is worth
cherishing

And I'm going to fight
for my own
happy ending
Let my heart
turn to
stone

Maybe then
I can sleep
without
nightmares.

Maybe then
I can eat
without
a stomachache

Maybe then
I can read
without fear
of a unhappy ending

Take the knife
out of my heart
and please,
let it
turn to
stone
 Nov 2015 Santiago
phalaenopsis
the shards of my shattered blood line
piercing into my lungs
tearing it open

letting me bleed my sadness out.

i bleed slowly;
                       i bleed,
                                    i bleed.

your vibrant persona is too much for me to handle,
it feels choking at times.

but nonetheless i am attracted
like a moth to a flame.
i know it is dangerous,
i know it will only end in my execution,
but i go in anyway
orchestrating my own death.

i plummet into your aura,
i take it in.

and a small part of me believes
that you even had the smallest inch of care for me.

but you don't.
it's someone else it always is.

it's always the 'it's not you it's me' crap;
or the 'i don't feel the same' torture.

nonetheless it breaks me,
and i break in silence.

the saddest part is i thought i had a chance with you.

joker.

what a joke.

it can't happen,
it will never happen.
and that is all there is for me.

there is no yes or inbetween.
it is always no,
a resounding no.

but it's not your fault.
i know i am an ogre,
a monster with two minuscule eyes,
with my pores oozing acid,
and my mouth spewing fire.

my fiery temper restricts all suitors,
i know i cannot be tamed.

maybe that is why.

i am boundless and limitless and that may be intimidating.
but
but i am human,

and every human has that one boundary and
that one
limitation.

that was meant to be you,
meant to be you for me.

but you have someone else,
someone prettier and better.

so be happy, because that's all i want;

but for now,

i bleed slowly;
i bleed,
i bleed.
i'm currently mending a broken heart by using the only means i know how... poetry.

Word of Advice: boys are torture
 Nov 2015 Santiago
Kristie Aragon
She loved sunsets, she had told him.
So he took her hand
and led her to a mountaintop.
There they stood side by side,
basking in the soft warm light of the setting sun.
She watched,
enchanted at the beauty of it all.
"I have never seen anything so beautiful,"
she said,
her eyes sparkling
and changing color with the light.
He turned and looked at her,
watched her
the way she watched the sun,
and then said,
"Neither have I."
 Nov 2015 Santiago
Damian Murphy
We like to think we know what we would do
Faced with any given situation,
Though unless it's something we have been through,
It is nothing but pure speculation.
Which is why advice must be qualified,
The person free to take it or leave it.
It is up to the person to decide,
To do whatever it is they see fit.
For it would be wrong for us to suppose
That what we advise is the only way.
Should they not take the action we propose
We need to be there for them anyway.
  Whatever they decide we should respect;
  Of our own friends it's what we would expect.
My first Sonnet?
 Nov 2015 Santiago
Hanna Mae Mata
There is no such thing
as a bad writer,
just one who isn't sad
- not sad enough.
 Nov 2015 Santiago
Ellis Reyes
In Battalion,
Misery is served in a thousand ways.

Misery is served in buckets of rain
and hours of wind.
Unyielding, soul-******* cold and wet.
Porous jungle boots that invite the frigid water in and soften your feet for a relentless 30 mile march.

Misery is served in a stifling aircraft flying Nap of the Earth.
A nauseating rollercoaster ride that never fails to elicit
chain reaction vomiting from the paratroopers rigged to jump.

Misery is served at pool PT
When your arms and legs feel like lead
and drowning is a better alternative
than the aquatic torture that you’re enduring.

Misery is served during blistering Company runs
led by the Commander
who was a college decathlete.
Runs where the strongest of us
pulled aside, emptied our stomachs,
and rejoined the formation.

Misery is served by no warning alerts
separating families and lovers
for indefinite periods,
sometimes forever.

Misery is served by the Spec 4 Mafia
Unleashing Hell on new Rangers
testing their threshold for ****.

Misery is served by road marches, prickly heat,
Black Palm, and sawgrass. It’s served by desert heat,
Arctic cold, and the stench of the world’s worst places.

Misery is served by the loss of brothers in war and training,
gone too soon to join the Great Ranger in the Sky.

Through it all, misery hardened my body and strengthened my soul.
It made me a warrior and ushered me into a Brotherhood that will be with me until we all sit at the great table in Valhalla.

So on this Veteran’s Day
Embrace the ****
Endure the pain
Invite the Misery
For that’s what makes us
Men amongst Men

Rangers Lead The Way.
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