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 Jun 2017 AidaDonn
Stan Gichuki
When you EXCEL, they start to
SPREADSHEET.
 Jun 2017 AidaDonn
fluorescent
you hurt me
but it was innocent
you didn't mean it
it was a mistake not supposed to affect me

but it did
and it hurts
and theres no solution
no remedy for the side effects of love

but the greatest pain,
comes in the realization,
that if it hurts this bad this time,
imagine the blow when you hurt me for real
with intention
maliciously

how will i continue to live on then?
 Jun 2017 AidaDonn
--nika
i wonder
 Jun 2017 AidaDonn
--nika
if people knew how much they meant to someone, would they have stayed?
maybe if you knew, then you would have stayed
 Jun 2017 AidaDonn
Poetry At Most
She
She was not fragile like a flower;
She was fragile like a bomb.
 Jun 2017 AidaDonn
Pax
company
 Jun 2017 AidaDonn
Pax
you don't know how to carry
the burden of being alone
you can try by pretending
to have company.

But in the end of the
day, sleep
is your
best friend.
just a simple shout-out to self
 Jun 2017 AidaDonn
Hope White
Sunday
 Jun 2017 AidaDonn
Hope White
I didn't even ask
To be your sun
Or your moon.

All I wanted
was to be
Your Sunday afternoons.

How many empty calendars spaces
I wasted,
Waiting for you.
 Jun 2017 AidaDonn
Sandoval
Broken
 Jun 2017 AidaDonn
Sandoval
I was not born a

poet.

I was broken into

one.


*Sandoval
 Jun 2017 AidaDonn
Nishu Mathur
The sky oft becomes dark and thunders
there are clouds as grey as can be
but behind those clouds waits the sun
quietly and patiently

of course it will rain and pour
clouds will rumble, clash  and roar
but they will not forever last
those dark clouds will come to pass

these clouds are not just rimmed in silver
look up close, with hope behold
for those black threatening clouds
are lined with the brightest gold
 Jun 2017 AidaDonn
Mikaail
Dying
 Jun 2017 AidaDonn
Mikaail
Despite what most people think.
You can be dead while alive.
Yes I know,
crazy right?

Wrong.

In all honesty,
it doesn't happen
to everyone.
In fact,
most don't even know.

Here's my account:
It started slowly.
I was fine.

Something happened.

I got hurt.
I was scarred.
Things didn't get
better.
I got worse.
Then things started dying
Inside.
Where I couldn't see.

Soon enough,
things meant nothing.
Heart
Head
Skin
Blood
Thoughts

It's so easy to pretend.
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