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Don't compliment me,
I might start thinking I'm worth something.
I have to stop writing 10 words and
actually write a **** poem or two.
Maybe someday
I’ll write about somebody
Who loves me back
a 10 word peom
The biggest mistake you can make is thinking romantic love is the only type that hurts. Because a friend's judgmental looks can feel like a stab in the gut, a parent's disapproval could make you feel worthless, and a siblings backhanded compliment can feel like a smack in the face. No matter what kind of love it is, you open yourself up to that person. And as with any kind of love, it is those people who can hurt you the most. Loving people is exhausting. And loosing friends you once loved can hurt more than anything else in the world.
desire
like pyre,
like
a piece of wood
i am,
ignite
the spark
with love
if not,
with hate
-- but
remember
deep in
is the spirit
of phoenix--
like
the fire,
hidden
in wood--
night
how it blooms ?
neither you nor i know !

minutes melt
leaves leave
kites disappear
where are they murmuring?
neither you nor i know !

the tipsy alluring breeze
hanged a memory
in the soul of yours and mine.
why it stumbles in our respiration?
neither you nor i know !

love as lust,
experience as emotion,
the soft womb of rain-drop
sculptured as glow in pearl,
what flows in between poles?
neither you nor i know !

night
how it blooms ?
neither you nor i know !

only known is that
frolicking
in the rain of stardust !
rest is illusion !
she's the girl you meet
when you're young and reckless

you meet her when
you were expecting another pack of cigarettes
to add to your chain smoking addiction

everyone leaves her
because she is the epitome of
fuzzy blankets
reckless abandon
hopeful sunsets
long terms
unconditional love

and after they realize
the depth of the scars on her heart
they're gone
no explanation

"someday you'll find someone who deserves you"
"don't give up on love because of me, they're not all this bad"
and the worst,
"you're still my best friend"

until someone realizes
she is content with imperfection

she will always be alone
just needed to voice my biggest frustration.
A kilo of fish brinjal pumpkin
Cauliflower raisin and bean
Washing soap and eggs one crate
Need to buy bring from market!

Mustard oil some milk and rice
Cashew nut and a horde of spice
Gourd and potato spinach cabbage
The list is long fills a page!

Feel confused from where to start
How to pile and stack on a cart
Shoeshine cream to adhesive glue
All calculations and maths to do!

Ticked what’s got unticked what’s not
Cash dwindles with much unbought
Trudge back home in sweated daze
She checks items and fumes in rage!
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