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 Apr 2018 Ijla
She Writes
Your Name
 Apr 2018 Ijla
She Writes
Your name tastes so good
Kissing my sultry tongue
 Apr 2018 Ijla
Meera
My pen bleeds
As its ink seeps
My words cry
The seer weeps
I keep scrawling
Until my pain recedes
Walking on my way
Where my lament leads
Crumbling to bones
Changing to fit the needs
My frailty drives me
As nothingness breeds
In madness I did
Those fearful deeds
Now I'll have to pay
The price of my greed
Making me suffer
My demons succeed
In the garden of love
I feel like a ****
I am looking for my way
To the flowery meads
Where the chains will be shattered
And then I will be freed
Sometimes you just feel lost and there seems no way out
 Apr 2018 Ijla
She Writes
Can we stay here
Just a minute more?
Hold my body close,
I’ve never felt like this before.

You made me feel safe,
Curled up in your arms.
Staring into those beautiful eyes,
Admiring your wit and charms.

All too soon it’s time,
We’re headed for the door.
Can’t we stay here,
Just a minute more?
 Apr 2018 Ijla
She Writes
Dust
 Apr 2018 Ijla
She Writes
She can’t tell who will leave
and who will stay.
Instead she chooses
To push them all away.

Being vulnerable
Is her greatest fear.
Her heart is too guarded
To let someone near.

So scared to be loved
Afraid to trust.
If she is broken again
She may crumble to dust.
 Apr 2018 Ijla
The Unsung Song
Alone
 Apr 2018 Ijla
The Unsung Song
Alone.
It's as if you were a 6 year old's toy,
but now he's 12 and too grown up for you.
But instead of just throwing you away,
his mom thinks of you merely has a memory,
too good to throw away.

Alone.
That's what it's like,
to spend the rest of your toy life underneath a bed,
where the 12 year old,
who's now 16,
will throw all of his trash when he's too lazy to clean.

Alone.
This boy that you gave your life to,
has left.
He grew up and went god knows where.
But no one remembers how you were simply,
left under the bed.
An analogy
 Apr 2018 Ijla
Kush
They told us the news this Friday noon
That her desk was empty, much too soon
said, tomorrow theyd take her to stone
And that the reasons were still unknown
She was a good girl, got good grades in school
Was well behaved and wasn't ever rude
What took her would never be found
She had buried it deep and covered it around

I don't see her when I enter the same old class
She was always on 2nd bench from last
Doing her thing, drawing a doodle too good
There was not much to see in her mood
Must be a proletarian, I had thought
Cuz so was I, just not so lost
All the conversation I had was 'hello Miss"
"Hello, Mr." She said. " Drop the miss, if you please"
That was all I ever said, I regret it now
I don't know why but I miss her somehow.
 Apr 2018 Ijla
Flame
Me
 Apr 2018 Ijla
Flame
Me
You put a weight on my chest,
Knowing it would be too heavy for me to lift.
Every time we were together,
You took it off,
Giving me instant relief.

When it was time for me to leave,
You put it back,
Making me not just want,
But need you to feel at ease.

So I kept going back,
Even though I knew I shouldn't,
Because I couldn't stand the discomfort of being away from you.

Until one day,
You broke me,
In a way that couldn't be forgiven.
So I left,
For good.
And still,
I couldn't escape the weight.

I tried and tried to get it off,
But no matter how close I thought I was,
It always crashed back onto me,
Restarting the same cycle of pain,
Erasing all the progress I thought I made,
Pushing the feeling of normalcy I had so often taken for granted,
Further and further out of reach.

There were so many days that I wanted to give up and go back,
Because I knew if I begged enough,
You'd take it off,
And take me back.

But I didn't,
Because I couldn't face you.
I couldn't be the weak thing you wanted me to be.
I had respect for myself,
And I knew that the tough girl inside,
Was still there.
I just had to endure this to get her back.

So even though it was the last thing I wanted to do,
I kept pushing,
Each and every day,
Exhausting myself,
Getting closer and closer,
Becoming stronger and stronger,
Until my persistence finally paid off,
And I removed the weight all on my own.

Now,
For the first time in weeks,
I am free.
I can enjoy each step, breath, and heartbeat,
Uninhibited and uninterrupted,
Because I fought for them,
I fought for me,
And I won.

The weight will come back,
If you don't put it there,
Someone else will.
That's life.
But I know I can take it off,
Without anyone else's help,
Because unlike the weight,
My strength is only here to stay,
And grow.

So thank you,
For making me better than I've ever been,
For forcing me to fight for myself,
For helping me realize,
That the only person I'll ever need,
Isn't you or anyone else,
It's me.
 Apr 2018 Ijla
Steff
Fallen
 Apr 2018 Ijla
Steff
I fell for you
The same way snow flakes
Fell to the ground,
Slowly and softly.
And how they melted into the earth,
Like I melted beneath
Your touch
 Apr 2018 Ijla
Steff
A year ago
I was an empty shell
Of the girl I used to be
Floating through life
With no ambitions
No hopes, no dreams.
Always looking down
Instead of at the world.
I was a wreck
With a messy heart
That couldn't be at ease.
Before I knew you,
I wasn't the happy
Bright person I am now
But you came into my life
Found me in the dark
As I was trying to climb
Out of the pit
That I had spiralled into
We slowly progressed
And I began to see the stars,
See the light in the dark again.
I made it a mission
To climb out of that pit
To feel the light - your warmth-
On my skin
Before I knew you,
I didn't know my worth
But now, I'm beginning to
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