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 Oct 2016 Mr Ribeiro
Shay
You silenced my voice for all those years,
left me with scars and a face full of tears -
and you took me to a place that was the definition of Hell;
I spent each day living a nightmare that suffocated me well.
All the while my soul was blackened by the darkness of the evil acts placed upon me;
I became a wreckage and all that was left of me was black debris.
I waited for an escape and freedom as the survivor and accuser;
but I was merely a prisoner of my childhood abuser.
Now I'm like a daisy growing in the cracks of a pavement;
growing despite you keeping me within enslavement.
I've risen like the fire that ignites my bones;
and my eyes are no longer dead but shine like gemstones.
I am no longer the broken girl I was back then;
I'm stronger, wiser, braver - and I am whole again.
 Oct 2016 Mr Ribeiro
Ravanna Dee
Our thoughts are like an ocean.
For they make up most of who we are.
They can be very deep and vast,
And impossible to completely explore.
Sometimes you must tread lightly.
Watch what you do and think.
For there is the occasional drop off.
And with just one wrong step; you might sink.
Though sometimes it may seem scary,
Swimming in the dark and unknown...
It can also be quite beautiful,
With all that life, you don't feel so alone.
There is so many wondrous things,
Going on in our minds.
If we all just choose to open up a bit more,
Who knows what unique things we might find?
We don't seem to realize how incredibly lucky we are sometimes, to be created the way we are. It's so magnificent the things we could do if only we put our minds together! If we loved one another. If we respected one another. If more of us shared  who we are inside, without the cover up or the masks, but who we are really made to be, our stories; we could inspire so many! Imagine a world like that. It's beautiful, isn't it?
 Oct 2016 Mr Ribeiro
Emmy
I'm tripping over the cracks of this
foundation
My motivation is waning
I'm floating
soaking in anxiety
Am I lucid dreaming?
My shoulder blades
buried in concrete
My hands
Are they free?
Grab ahold of this heartbeat
it's tumbling
down the corridors of my mind
 Oct 2016 Mr Ribeiro
TV
type love
 Oct 2016 Mr Ribeiro
TV
I want a love that I can scream at the top of my lungs and still feel like no body heard me type love
I want a love that drowns me from the inside out type love
I want a love that consumes me
one that takes all my breath away in a way that makes me feel like a boulder is laying upon my chest type love
one that sweeps me away and makes me get lost in the thought of you type love
a love so great that the thought of anything else couldn't possibly amount to it type love
a type of love that I can wake up to and never get sick of because seeing you in the morning is one of the most beautiful and most refreshing things I've ever seen type love
I want that kind of love that makes my stomach feel like it's been flipped inside out and shaken upside down type love
I want a type of love that will never make me get sick of hearing those three little words that roll so perfectly off your tongue type love
an I love you type love
TV
Beyond the gate
Lies a whole new world
If you want to know
Go beyond the gate
We shall not know
Until we go beyond the gate
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