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President Snow Jun 2017
Forgetting is a choice
And so is Happiness

But you're the thing that I can't and don't want to forget 'cos you are the combination of chaos and peace of my mind.

I will never forget you
How can I be happy withou you?
President Snow Jun 2017
Is it not a poem if
words does not rhyme?

Is it not love
If I'm the only one who feels it?
President Snow Jun 2017
There was once a heart
Who felt lonely for all his life
He never felt anything
And never feel alive

But then one day, he met another heart
He suddenly feel the connection
The veins became insane
And for the first time, the heart beats.

He felt so alive with that heart
And later on realized how lovely life was.
It's like living on a fairytale
It was crazy and happy at the same time.

As the winter came, the other heart became cold
The heart didn't give up
He refuses to let go of the heart
But the other heart left

Love was gone and pain is here.
The heart felt lonely and feels so lifeless again
The veins were tearing apart
And for the first time, the heart breaks.
Idk why I felt so emotional writing this. I don't even know what should be the title of this. I know it's not that beautiful but it is the first time that I write something like this so please bear with me hehe.
President Snow May 2017
Am I not a writer
If I don't have a reader?

Am I not a writer
If I don't have a pen?

Am I not a writer
If I never used hyperbole?

Am I not a writer
If no one likes my works?

What is the real basis
Of being a writer?
A writer for me is someone who is not afraid of sharing her thoughts. A writer is fearless.
President Snow May 2017
Catching teardrops
In my brand new cup
Hoping that it will stop
So here I am lifting my head up

Do you find it satisfying?
Watching innocent people dying?
Do you find it amazing?
When people dies in bombing?

The world isn't cruel
It is the people!
Life is not a battle
Don't treat it as a duel!

Here I am closing my eyes
Silently praying for those who die
Curiously asking Him why
I know He's listening up high

A wonderland we once knew
Is now a dark color hue
But He's watching you
He knows what do
What's happening to people? Humans, yes but humanity? No.
President Snow May 2017
I am not born to be a second choice
For I was born to be the best choice.

I am not raised to be an option,
I am raised to be the priority
No one deserves to be an option. You deserve to be love wholly.
  May 2017 President Snow
Mikayla Smith
I want to change. I want to see the world
with clear eyes.
I want to look upon
people with admiration
as opposed to envy. I want to live my life as
if it were my last day. I want to be
the fire in the sky and the fish squirming
beneath the earth. I want to love mankind,
restore my faith that so long ago was abolished.
I want to stare at the sun and not fear going
blind because my whole life I’ve been blind
and I’m finally starting to see colors and faces
and the good in the world that we
somehow have forgotten. I want to reach
out to my brothers and my sisters
and lead them down this inevitable journey together.
We’re always walking alone, somehow forgetting
that we inhabit alongside each other
and we can walk hand in hand but we have
been divided for so long that this solitary
life is all we’ve ever known.
I want to be the change that this world
has long since hungered for. And here I
offer you my crumbs in hopes that
you’ll make a meal out of it. Here I am
from rags of the once most expensive
fabric and we’ll sew a new blanket to
shelter us from the cold and bitter wind.
I wish to be the change that none of
us have foreseen, but still have the
impact of a thousand storms. To
wave the darkness down and give
clear skies a new meaning. I will be
the change, just you wait.
Be the change that you want to see in the world.
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