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I love you.

I don’t know who you are,
but I know you’re reading this.
I know it hurts and I know that it feels endless.
I know “hurts” is the wrong word, because you’re dying.
You feel like you already died.
Because you can’t accept that you’re living,
Because living is hell.

I won’t tell you it’ll get better.
I won’t tell you you’ll be alright.
Because you may never be better,
You may never be alright.

What I will say,

Is that I know what you’re going through
And that I love you for it.

Is that you are infinitely beautiful,
No matter what others say or how they look at you.

Is that your value is greater than the entire universe.

Is that you are the strongest person I know,
Because no one has ever fought as hard as you have.

Is that I would die for your happiness,
Because it kills me to see you suffer.

Don’t give up,
Even if you already have.
Because You are the reason that I’m alive.

Love,
A Survivor like you.
#WorldMentalHealthDay
There are demons in your closet
It is obvious to me
You left the door wide open
Setting those ******* free

Anger lashed out first
With razor sharp claws
Shredding the unsuspecting
Without hesitation or pause

Beneath him is resentment
Forever locked up tight
Hidden within for years
Now more than ever, ready to fight

Betrayal weighs heavy
Taking up the most room
Can’t sweep it under the rug
There isn’t a big enough broom

Don’t disregard the guilt
Or forget about shame
These two big players
Are leaders of the game

Amidst the whirl wind of chaos
And the fury of rage
A broken heart exposed through fear
Makes its way to center stage

Vulnerability is waiting
She can keep your closet clean
Nourish you with love
Making those demons less mean

As the spotlight shifts its focus
There seems nowhere to hide
Will you crawl back into darkness?
Or simply swallow your pride?
10/10/17
 Oct 2017 Brooklyn René
Thandiwe
The birth of a new love is like...
An explosion of emotions, exposed in the eyes of the beholder.
We hold nothing back as we take in the blossoming potential.
I long to look in your eyes and see my future.
See the beauties that are going to be explored.
We'll live in each other's promises and behold the destiny placed on our lives.
I see the unspeakable things when I vision your heart, held in place by our Creator.
He intricately detailed our future and has made sure we don't miss each other in this life.
How I look forward to holding your hands... examining every detail of who you are.
It's beautiful what love can do.
The unseen parts of your soul will be laid bare as I live the rest of my life loving you.
I promise to love you, through better or worse and promise to treat as the king you are.
Let the waiting not distract me, in this wait my heart is being molded to hold your love only.
And for a few months, I look forward to my belly being home to our offspring, blessings from God beautifully and wonderfully made.
 Oct 2017 Brooklyn René
A
Thinking
 Oct 2017 Brooklyn René
A
my head is so full of things i want to say
my mind is clouded with thoughts id love to voice

but my mouth cant seem to speak the words

my fingers cant seem to type the sentences.
 Oct 2017 Brooklyn René
Lost Boy
She was like the moon, and I the stars
For sometimes she'd disappear
Behind the black clouds
And sometimes
I would do the same.
But the moments we'd share
Together in the sky
People would gather around
To watch us in awe.

And we'd still be there
When we couldn't be seen
So close together
Yet millions of miles apart.

For she was the moon
Constant, beautiful
And I was the stars
That lived and died
Just to be reborn in her wake
I'm back on to this poetry community with a fresh slate.. its been a while but I'm happy to be back
 Oct 2017 Brooklyn René
Lost Boy
I can't believe
I left you..
The only thing I'd ever loved
For someone else
Who couldn't compare to you.
She has the long hair
And the prettiest face
But no intellect
Nor any grace.
I miss how you would
Live in the moment.
Because all she does
Is post every second online.
I miss our late roof-top talks
Because all she ever does is whine.
I miss your laugh
I miss your smile
I miss your realness
And every inch of your beautiful body
Because now I'm with someone
Who's too shallow to feel love
All because
I was too scared to love you
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 Oct 2017 Brooklyn René
Lost Boy
**** fake relationships
And these stupid shallow flings.
I miss having something real.
I miss having you.

Your voice still locked
In the echoes of my broken
Guitar strings.

Your name still locked
Echoing in the back
Of my head.

My siblings
Still ask why you
Left

And I'm still stuck
Asking the same
 Oct 2017 Brooklyn René
Rae
Her favorite dress
hangs in her closet.
Just like her head
hangs to watch the floor.
The dress sparkles, and
her eyes used to shine
just as bright.
She no longer wears it
in fear that you’ll
be looking up or down it.
She’ll be taken advantage of
one more time
before she says
her final goodbyes.
This morning I picked up my phone and texted you
Hey babe
You text back that night
Hey love how are you
I text back a half hour later
Im doing wonderful, how are you?
You text back the next morning
Im doing okay, hows your day going babe?
I text back a half hour later
Its sort of busy, but productive.
You dont reply
You text me two days later.
Hey love how are you
Is this our relatonship?
Is this all there is?
Is this all there ever is?
Im sorry
I want more
I need more
I deserve more
 Oct 2017 Brooklyn René
Styles
text
 Oct 2017 Brooklyn René
Styles
The ***
Fresh with action
Your flesh
flush with passion
Our bodies
Hot off of reaction
In need
Seeking satisfaction
Reaching for the skies
Our bodies
Climaxing
Started from a text
From that I felt your vibe
The way you touched me
Made me want you
Not just part of you
But yours truly
Wear your body like my jewelry
on all of me
You and me in harmony for
forever plus eternity
I’m feeling you
You feeling
me
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