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 May 2020 A
Arshu
They asked...
 May 2020 A
Arshu
Once they asked me describe your life...
I said my soul is living in hell
And my body in heaven....
 Sep 2018 A
Ryan Joseph
LOVE IS HARD
 Sep 2018 A
Ryan Joseph
Love is hard to compare,
Within two things; bear or surrender,
But never said that it's unfair,
That even you don't like me, I don't care.


Should I tell myself to stay?
Or should I better tell myself to go away?
But I don't know what to do anymore,
That I should leave you or better nurture


Thinking of you made my dreams filled,
But ****, you're so fully-skilled,
Making my heart easily race,
Even though that you are in a distant place.

Moreover, why are you so stubborn?
Can't you please let me have my turn?
Which is only staring and playing with you that I am hoping for,
I don't care if it might only today or forevermore.


Although that I had confessed my feelings to you,
Why did you suddenly skew?
When you didn't answer me properly and purely,
That is; if you prefer to be with me.


People are certainly right,
That it is futile to fight,
Because in the end, no one will even stay,
They are just going to leave us in an obnoxious yet painful way.
love is hard
 Sep 2018 A
Disa Pradwika
i am a rotten daisy in a garden full of Juliet roses
yet my lips can feed your ego more than she and her whole body can

i am a half-broken soul
but whole when meets your hand behind my hair
and alive when you choke me while getting in all me

how can i not love you
while our nights are mostly good
and tired
and satisfied
but think of the one who doesn't even know my presence matters

i am wanted and desired by you

but to him; i am just regular flakes passing his molecules by
 Sep 2018 A
MawaLin
Red Flag
 Sep 2018 A
MawaLin
I want you to hold me and say...
but you don’t say,
and I am angered inside.
Charged up like a bull,
you are teasing me with
your red flag
and at night...
When you reach out to empty,
It makes me feel so empty.
Your skin, on my skin
makes my skin crawl.
I want to slip into the darkness
of the comfortless night,
separate my soul from body,
peep in through the windows to see what
we’ve become.
You’re that monster...
Not hiding under the bed but sleeping next to me.
Yet how could this monster look so beautifully at peace?
My pillow is drenched now,
still stained from previous nights
when words were too difficult to express how I felt.
So I let this salty stream do the talking,
It flows out so effortlessly.
Even then they’re too silent in our silence.
One day I will find the courage
to wear your red flag,
and cast away the love you keep rejecting...
How it feels to be unloved -
 Sep 2018 A
Her
Immortal
 Sep 2018 A
Her
the moment a poet
falls in love with you

is the moment
you live

f o r e v e r
 Sep 2018 A
Kimberly Jane Sioco
We're almost touching.
we were walking side by side,
you're talking about cabs in your hometown.
I can feel the gravity of your hand, calling my fingers
whispering "it's alright."

We're touching but not quite.
you held my shoulder to protect me from the passing cars.
and for the first time in a long while, I felt so fragile.
In this world where I find it hard even to breathe,
you believed me.

I almost said it.
All I need is one ounce of strength to tell you every single thing that I have ever felt about you.

I want to find home in your collarbones.
Would you be kind enough to let a stranger in?
I want to seep in your being because I'm cold.
The world is harsh and my cracks are aching.

Almost.
Please don't ever become a stranger,
whose laugh I can recognize anywhere.
 Sep 2018 A
aa
Real Love
 Sep 2018 A
aa
Love wasn't how I imagined it was.
Love wasn't like those romance books I read.
Love is complicated but trying.
Love wasn't all happiness and butterflies.
Love is sometimes fighting, wanting to run away but knowing everything is still better when standing by their side.
Love didn't mean you won't ever be alone again.
Love is sometimes lonely, lying in your own bed, willing time to go faster.
Love is sometimes being alone because you know you can't ask them to be there with you all the time.
Love didn't cure my sadness.
Love comforted it.
Love is trying to understand and understanding even when it's breaking your heart.
Love wasn't easy.
Love is hard.
Love isn't what I wanted, but love is enough.
Love cares.
Love loves.
Love isn't perfect but it is still beautiful.
My love.
 Aug 2018 A
nico papayiannis
Perfect
Effervescence,
Ordinarily
Perplexed,
Loving
Entities

Aug­mented
Realities
Exist

Sadistic
Tyrants
Recovering
Ancient
Notio­ns,
Gathering
Emotions
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