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  Apr 2018 A'ishah
Urshita Sharma
It's not easy saying goodbye,
And I learned it the hard way.
Not much I remember from the days when I used to be the one,
the one saying goodbye.
But this one goodbye, I know will never leave me.
It's not mine though, it's of that one person who means a lot to me,
that one person who believes in me,
that one person who doesn't judge me,
that one person who would still be on my side whatever happens.

The days are less, yet I don't know what to feel.
"Is this really happening?', I ask myself again and again.
I don't know how I will handle it, cause this will be the first goodbye I get.
"Am I ready for it?", I ask
I have to be no matter what.
I know my tears won't stop anything, however..
I believe that those tears will help ease my pain.

Tears won't make me look weak,
they will just be small mirrors of my feelings which cannot be put into words.
And she will understand.
I can choose not to cry, but I know for a fact that won't be able to happen.
Because, she won't be there anymore after that.
All I can give her are my tears, those tears will be the only way I can let my sadness out.

She won't be happy seeing me cry, she never is.
She will still try to be cheerful, just for me.
"Why?", people may ask.
Because that is who she is, her smile is everything.
Her smile can make a bad day go away anytime.
She will be missed but who she is as a person will be missed more.
That one person who I love the most.
This poem, I wrote for my best friend who is moving to another state. I have known her since 2014, yet it feels like I have known her forever. She knows me in and out and this poem is one last present I want to give her before she leaves. Thank You and Love You Alot, D!
  Apr 2018 A'ishah
Mary-Eliz
Postman
and poet?

love letters in mail

Accountant
and poet?

precision, detail

Archeologist
and poet?

sifting for feelings

Electrician
and poet?

a jolt
leaving one reeling

architect
and poet?

drafting with words

Zookeeper
and poet?

singing of birds

Bus driver
and poet?

observing life's roadways

Minister
and poet?

perhaps how he prays

Lawyer
and poet?

though about win or lose
her poetry just might amuse

Economist
and poet?

Aren't we all that?
though we wear different hats
distilling things downwards
saving on words

whoever you are
whatever you choose
listen, observe
welcome your Muse!
A rewrite to add one. :-)
  Apr 2018 A'ishah
Elizabeth Been
Do you ever feel like your drowning?
Like no matter what you do your not resurfacing?
Your trying to scream for help but your suffocating?
Your heart is weak but its beating and all you can do is wish it starts quiting.
Your not even living anymore you're just sinking.
Nobody can even see this happening because they arent caring.
You thought you were striving but inside you are just dying.
Your mind is trapped from the constant lying.
Im okay.
I am okay.
No i am not okay!
I am alone!
I am scared!
I AM DROWNING! SOMEONE PLEASE SAVE ME!
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Its okay i understand your busy...
-Been
if been going through a funk and this is how i feel. im screaming in my mind but the words wont form. im trapped so instead i write.
A'ishah Apr 2018
They say love isn't supposed to hurt. But if it doesn't break your heart, it isn't loving.
  Apr 2018 A'ishah
i s a b e l l a
Why is body shaming
curvy people wrong,
but shaming
skinny people is okay?
I can't help the way I am.
My body was built this way
so stop shaming me.
Stop shaming everyone.
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