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Malak S Aug 2017
Draw me into a poem and paint in all the dents the world has left within me.
Feeling your hands on my skin, caressing the inside of my thighs, moving up
Has me questioning how the roughness of the world hasn't corrupted such soft hands
Your eyes linger on my chest, and it feels like your gaze burns through me, seeing a glimpse of all the ache I feel
You run your hands through my hair, and your expression becomes much softer, as if holding a precious gem and being so afraid of scratching or dropping it  
You whisper in my ear how you want to protect me at all cost and how the world does not deserve me
How I'm so pure and unscathed by life's many hardships
You promise to wrap your arms around me every night,
When we're lying on our crisp, white bed sheets
Reminding me how much the world is lucky to have an angel walk among them
Yet, I can't help but feel like I put up a front of being something I'm not.
I am nothing
My heart is stained black.
My thoughts are usually clouded
If i could describe them as a season, it would be fall,
Because they're always causing me to breakdown Into pieces
I am soiled with pure hate.
The rage fills me and all the love dissolves
If the world hasn't worked you into roughness, maybe my soul will
I think it would be better for you to leave.
But maybe you see the potential of what I can become,
Gentle, soft
Adoring
Something so much more, than I already am
My eyes follow yours and we lose ourselves in the moment, putting aside all of our do's and don't's,
Forgetting that love never plays fair,
And soon, one of us is bound to get hurt.
Felt like I should write something worth imagining but then it sounded like everything else I've ever written so ?!?
Malak S Aug 2017
What a fool am I to think,
That I could possibly find love in a decade where,
Being heartless is praised,
And loving with your entire being,
Is bashed into oblivion.
Malak S Aug 2017
‪My words hold me on the loneliest of nights, and deep down, ‬
‪I imagine being held by you  ‬
Malak S Aug 2017
As you read your favorite book
Your fingers caress the spine
Your eyes drift from page to page and
I wonder if you can tell how much the words admire your voice;
A symphony of wants and needs
My eyes never laid on something as
peaceful as the sight before me,
And my thoughts grip at the image hoping to embed it into the back of my mind
To cherish it
To play it back whenever the world seems harsh, rough
Can't seem to get over him.
Malak S Aug 2017
I wish I could save you
And not with words
See, I know that Darkness, like quicksand, swallows you whole. The minute you step into it, you fight against it and slowly but surely,
You start sinking into the overwhelming pit.
I wish I could save you
Yet you have to fight your own battles,
And I'm guessing this is why it's so hard to stand by and watch you.
Life has me ******* into a chair and I'm watching as it tortures you by throwing everything Evil that the world Embodies.
Yet I can't save you.
Not now.

I wish my words could save you.
I wish caring saved
I wish love saved
I wish my hands could save
You're so close yet, so far
But the darkness will surely consume you,
And there's nothing that I can do but Hope that the world doesn't corrupt another pure soul tinted with some darkness.
Light and Dark walk hand in hand.
I wish I could save you, but
My voice has no power compared to the void that grows within you.
I'll wait until the world's done meddling with you, like it did with me,
And after, I'll make sure to hold you as you curse the darkness out,
Letting it know that it's never welcomed back.
My friend's going through a rough time & i want to help but..he needs to experience it.
Malak S Jul 2017
I'm floating and I'm free
In my attic between the stars
Watching the universe,
The mesmerising universe,
Moving slowly, and alone
Like me.

I am alone, hope has left me
He stepped on the flame that kept me warm
After he'd thought my love was light
Light to his darkness

Why am I alone ?

Maybe I gave too much
Maybe he wanted more
Maybe I loved too hard
Maybe he never knew enough

Now I wonder

If love calls after him
If he realizes it's mine
If its my name that moves him
If the guilt washes over his peace

Is it love I feel for him,
Or the need to be held at night ?
Was it love he felt for me,
Or a charm seeing me lit so bright ?

But I am not him
It's why I am a lonely one
My heart the lavish ocean
My soul the opulent sky

So, floating and free
And I've given you a key
To my attic between the stars
Come watch the Universe,
The mesmerising universe,
As it moves slowly, but not alone
It's got us now
Thanks to the efforts of The turquoise one and only: Anyone for collaborating with me & pretty much adding a whole new visual to my writing.
  Jul 2017 Malak S
phil roberts
Do not dream too loudly
You may awaken your conscience

                                        By Phil Roberts
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