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 Jan 2016 Ayush B
Emma
I. Realize that everything is temporary-including your happiness, including your sadness.

II. Sit down at a table for two and realize your heart is big enough to fill up both seats.

III. Cry out with the rain enough tears to fill an ocean and teach yourself how to swim.

IV. Scream their name into the wind until the wind itself decides to take it away.

V. Begin watching supernovas. Realize how beautiful something can be even when it has been dead for years.

VI. Look in the history books. Realize that even the best love stories all had to come to an end.

VII. Realize that surviving heartbreak is not as clean cut as a mathematical equation. It is a messy art.
I will survive.
 Jan 2016 Ayush B
Arlo Disarray
I thought we were here for the poetry
Not to win a popularity contest and gloat arrogantly about how loved we are
Not to make friends with multiple personas of the same person
and wait for likes and comments to come pouring in on our *******

I thought we were here for the stories penned by talented writers and for inspiration in our own work
Not to plagiarize the writing of others and steal something from them that can't be replaced
Or to bring others down by telling them they're not welcome here
To bash others openly, repeatedly, harshly
making them feel like their words are not as important

I thought we were here for the poetry
not to call each other names,
slandering the only thing that separates us from everyone else in our lives;
our words

But I hang my head as I realize we're no longer here for the poetry
We're here to make war with each other out of petty differences and jealousies
when we should be using that passion to create inspiration from each other
 Jan 2016 Ayush B
Timothy Ward
a sweet uncertain
future awaits
us all my friend
please
teach me
to forgive my
yesterdays
oh the pain
oh the pain
yet again
yet again
teach me
to forgive
dear friend
 Jan 2016 Ayush B
wyatt rabbit
it's not your fault baby bird
they never taught you how to fly.
you were forced out of the nest
while they watched you fall and die.
ᴍjᴍ
 Jan 2016 Ayush B
Amanda
don't you?
 Jan 2016 Ayush B
Amanda
I wish my heart could be
as innocent
as it once was
before it knew
h e ar t bre a k.
it was 3 AM
you painted
"darling, you’re beautiful"
on my spine
we wanted to feel the ocean hugging
so we drove to the beach
i was almost drunk
you were almost pure,
but i couldn’t remember
what your name
tasted like
i almost forgot
i was
insane
- poems are prettier when they are in blue
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