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 Jul 2018 Wick
Debanjana Saha
I know what exactly I need
But can't go beyond
To reach.

Few times it seems
Out of hand
Trying to grab it

But what an oasis
kind of a feeling
There! it seems..

But
when trying to get reach closer
There is nothing!
Weekend feeling. Trying to be whole
But pieces keeps of falling apart.
Trying to be productive in lot of other ways.
 Jul 2018 Wick
Traveler
GREEN DAYS
 Jul 2018 Wick
Traveler
White and woolly
Cotton clouds
Fluently floating by
I take my time
I take a ****
Smoke rings
In the pines

In laughter free
Among the trees
Where echos begin to rhyme
Come and play
Long in the day
The Oak is in his's prime
.........
Traveler Tim

I love the Man and the band!
 Jul 2018 Wick
Traveler
Part of me's
Been broken
Most of me
Still runs

I would give you
Heart and soul
To be your only one

No, you need not be lonely
On this desert road alone
Ask me what's for dinner
And I will take you home
....
Traveler Tim
 Jun 2018 Wick
mumu
2AM Story
 Jun 2018 Wick
mumu
Evert night at 2 AM
Different poems are written
Different words are scribbled
Different papers are crumpled
But only one thought she had
Yet, word can't help her convey the feelings
"Empty" has much more than herself
"Sad" is not sadder than she thought
"Broken" is more whole than her
"Hurting" ain't just bleeding just like her
And when words can't take the role
It's the blade that play with her
Every cuts has meaning
Everything is her unreleased feeling
Sometimes, words are not enough to tell what we really feel and most words doesn't fit to the emotions we are holding.
 May 2018 Wick
Isabelle
already
 May 2018 Wick
Isabelle
do you think you’re
saving me from heartbreak?
love, didn’t you realized?
the moment you said you love me
you already broke my heart
 Mar 2018 Wick
Alex
Echoes fill the room
All I can hear
The soft noises
That come from a person
I can not pin point where they are
Once again and forever alone
All I ask is to hear those voices clearly
To be understood

So I stand here in the rain
All I hear is the drops
Why do they seem so big to me
Like a brick hitting rock
A person is speaking to me
But it is not clear
For the rain drowns out the sound
I need so desperatly to hear

So I run to them
Run through the rain
And miracously I can reach them
When I run to them they stop
I grin a grin so big
They smirk and laugh at me
And insult me
And I run back

I sit alone in the dark
Only fire to warm me
To warm my broken heart
Unlike a broken bone
My scars will never heal
And I will always remember
That no one will ever care
But even if they do care
They won't understand
I need them to understand me
 Mar 2018 Wick
Bianca Reyes
Island
 Mar 2018 Wick
Bianca Reyes
I am an island
Like Alcatraz
Abandoned and haunted
People rarely visit
No one ever stays
My conditions are changing
I thrive life and beauty
No longer just to survive
I am an island
Maybe someone will visit
Maybe even stay
Copyright under Bianca Reyes
All rights reserved
Enjoy
 Mar 2018 Wick
VS aka Jason Cole
Squared up, headlong, and gettin' gone
I've been fed up for so long
I had to write a proper breakup song
You've got your head in a hole
And your mind in the clouds
You have no earthly idea what your talkin' about
That's why I'm squared up, headlong, and gettin' gone

Squared up, headlong, and gettin' gone
I've been shushed up for so long
Think it's time I head to parts unknown
In the blink of a lie
I'll be movin' out
Somewhere clear out of sight of your mealy mouth
Yeah, I'm squared up, headlong, and gettin' gone

Squared up, headlong, and gettin' gone
I've been pent up for so long
Ain't nobody givin' this old dog a bone
Hey, little lady
Now, can't you see
That I'll never be your patsy or your property
I'm squared up, headlong, and gettin' gone

Squared up, headlong, and gettin' gone
I've been couched up for so long
Feel sorta like a stranger in my own home
What a sham, what a scam
What a full-blown farce
What a bottomless pit you call your heart
That's why I'm squared up, headlong and gettin' gone

Squared up, headlong, and gettin' gone
I've been fed up for so long
I had to write a proper breakup song
I'll tell ya, I ain't your subject
And you ain't my Queen
You can go back to your village finish livin' the dream...
Me, I'm squared up, I'm headlong, and I'm-a  gettin' gone
This is a song. I wrote it in the aftermath of my recent divorce. Outlaw country/***** tonk romp in the style of Lynyrd Skynyrd. Also, my current farewell to HP. I come, I go. That's just what I do. Always remember- don't write about the pain, write the pain. I'll see all of you fine folks on the other side of the page. VS
 Mar 2018 Wick
Saumya
A Woman
 Mar 2018 Wick
Saumya
Hated by some,
Loved, but respected, not by everyone.
Cared still for all,
like the roses in her garden
expressed not, that could offend any person.
She possessed a heart
warmer than the sun.
a love..not sensed by everyone.

She toiled, and toiled
knew, she could never be a brave man
nor, she could get anything in return.
knew not, the world couldn't be anything,
without her mere presence
The flowers giggled, and nature smiled
the moon grew brighter,
when this fact it realized.

God sighed at the sight,
at women shimmering in delight
going through lots, but showing nothing but a happy expressions.
He loved her tons, and hugged her tight
wished her well, Saying:
'Long live ya woman!'
you're the reason why this earth smiles,
and everything's there so, so alright every now and then!
Happy Women's day to all women out there :)
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