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mk Aug 2015
i guess this is it
you've said your last goodbye
i guess this is it
time for you to fly

i want to beg you to stay
ask you to jump off the plane and run
straight into my arms
where it all begun

instead i put on a brave face
and kiss you goodbye
promise you it'll be well & good
hoping my words aren't a lie

once you're gone, i can't help but break
inside i can't feel my heart beat
i miss your smile so bright
i miss your touch so sweet

but distance is just a number
and miles do not define us
alive will remain the burning flame
of love & lust

i can't say it'll be easy
or that I'll make it out alive
but i do swear to you one thing
*I'll try my best to make "us" survive
// save the last goodbye for me, one more shining memory //
dedicated to y o u
mk Aug 2015
you smelt of
nicotine and wild dreams
tapping your feet
to the music inside your head
that no one else could hear

& as you put away your box of cigarettes
i couldn't help but wonder
what it would be like
for you to be more addicted to me
than to *your marlboros
// oh love, we want the ones that we will grow to hate //
mk Aug 2015
we may be loyal to one
but we fall in love with many
*every single day
// you're making this hard for me when all I need is to be set free //
Aug 2015 · 829
list of lies
mk Aug 2015
"i love you"
"i miss you"
"i care"
"i need you"
"i want you"
"there's no one else"
"only you"
"forever & always"
"i'm here for you"

you've turned me into a *
liar
// love made a promise that i couldn't keep //
mk Aug 2015
she handed over different pieces of herself to different people
but never could find anyone willing [or able] to take her whole
// do the right thing, cut the rope & let me fall //
mk Aug 2015
tell me why I always fall for
the skinny boys with long hair
dark eyes and strong arms
they’re always hiding behind a veil
of fun & frolic
always looking for acceptance
in the world where
they feel like a stranger
always outside the candy store
they never had enough toys as kids
and they’ve never gotten over that
they crave the luxury life
and they’re doing everything they can to get to it
but they pretend like they never wanted it

beautiful boys with beautiful souls
beautifully broken, that is,
they suppress their emotions
until it comes out in
boiling rage and hot tears
they never fit in
they know that better than anyone else
and even though they claim
to be proud of the whole ‘lone ranger’ persona
all they’ve ever wanted is to fit in with the crowd

tell me why I always
fall for the damaged ones
there’s something about
the way they’re messy inside and out
scattered all over the place like stars in the night sky
lacking love & attention
they’ll stick to anyone who looks their way
“I need you”
is a line I’ve heard oh, so often
they’re fooled by the thought
that love,
and only love,
can save them from the torture
of this world
all too ready to become a husband and a dad
just because what they’ve always lacked
is unconditional love
and they’ll take whatever they can get
inside, they’re still just little boys
waiting for their mommy to kiss them goodnight
the kiss that never came

it’s funny because they think
a teenage girl
is what they need to fix
their deep rooted problems
as if my kiss
will be an adhesive for their
broken soul
as if my arms around them
will keep them whole
when I, myself,
have not been able
to fix my own world


tell me why
I always fall for the boys
who taste like impossible dreams
and burnt hopes
deer caught in headlights
reality is seeping in
and they can’t handle it
they have so much they want out of life
and things never seem to go their way
but, ah,
when their mouth is on mine
I swear I couldn't care less
they could be devils of the night
but their hands on the arch of my back
feel so right

I fall for the ones who stand out
and then wonder why my life
is such turmoil
when my ideal has always been
the 4.0 gpa star of the school
tell me why
I always fall for the school reject
when I know
it’s never going to be enough
it’s never going to last


but, hey,
who cares, right?
live and let live
and don’t ever consider the fact
that the reason I fall for them
is because they remind me so much of
**myself
// nothing new, except someone new //
Aug 2015 · 1.3k
r e g r e t
mk Aug 2015
i don't know what i regret more:
loving you
or
*letting you walk away
// raise up your glass to broken hearts //
Aug 2015 · 575
7w
mk Aug 2015
7w
"what's wrong with me?"
                 *
"too many memories"
// har martabaa tu chaahiye //
Aug 2015 · 547
sadness
mk Aug 2015
the very worst
and very best
thing about sadness is that,
no matter how hard they try,
**no other can ever truly feel the extent of your pain
// & tonight, i am sad //
Aug 2015 · 3.8k
said ana, to little me.
mk Aug 2015
"so once again
you're creating artwork on your skin,
crying yourself to sleep
& puking every thing you eat?

**welcome back, I've missed you."
// i bet you kiss your knuckles, right before they touch my cheek //
Aug 2015 · 1.4k
color palette
mk Aug 2015
you're blue,
i'm red*

& purple is my favorite color
// ajeeb rangaan di tu hai bari; lage alag hi jahaan di //
Aug 2015 · 1.7k
pretty little liar
mk Aug 2015
losing my mind;
no wait,
**i'm "fine"
silly little cliché poem
mk Aug 2015
i do not see the glass
half full or half empty
i see the lipstick stain
on the side
and wish
your mouth
was on mine
instead

i refuse to
wear red
but
i let my
wrists drain
the color
because
i like the way
it contrasts
against
the marble
bathroom
sink

i'm the
thorn on the
rose

I'll never admit
how i
dance
at 3am
when the world
sleeps
my clothes
on the floor
except
the black lace
around
my hips
wishing
instead
they were
your
lips

i won't
gloss my lips
and
wish for
yours
to do the job
for me

i taste
like
a
sad
50's
blues
song
you can't
stop
listening
to;
try for yourself

but buried are
these thoughts
and hidden
are the desires

lock & key
return to reality

awaken
9-5
sleep
die

i will die
with
a petal
hidden
where
no one
can find it
to signify
all
the love
which
never
came
my way
// syncopate my skin to your heart beating //
mk Aug 2015
would it be a cruel joke
for me to ask you
*how you're doing?
// babe, misery loves company //
Aug 2015 · 1.3k
my l u n g s are collapsing
mk Aug 2015
too soon
too fast
falling

i'm no good
...with heights

suffocation
r u n

once more
tumbling
off the
cliff

too soon
too fast
falling

asleep
awake
numb?

"look at what you've done"

blame game
my fault

my dreams
cannot handle
y o u

too soon
too fast
falling

catch me
no!
don't touch me
i hurt

fragile
oops
shattered

liar
liar
liar

too soon
too fast
falling

i'm no good
...with heights
mk Aug 2015
i.
you will flinch everytime someone mentions his name. actually, you will flinch anytime anyone says anything which even vaguely sounds like his name. sometimes it seems that half the town has his name, when the truth is that you're just oversensitive about it.

 **ii.

when someone touches you accidently or stares at you for a moment too long, you will feel the need to rush home and scrub every inch of your body until it bleeds because you feel so disgusted with yourself, inside & out.

iii.
when someone makes ***** jokes about you, you will look at the floor & listen to every word silently because a part of you still believes that all you are good for is your body

iv.
you feel the need to delete every conversation, every call history, every account on social media, every mark of a past with anyone and everyone because you're afraid that somehow, it will be used against you

v.
when someone asks you for a picture of you (even if they're in the picture with you), you will be incredibly hesitant and will have to force yourself to send it over. you don't want anyone to have any living proof of contact with you. you want to hide away.

vi.
whenever you are in a situation where you are not 100% in control, you will start having severe anxiety attacks. you cannot let yourself go. you cannot relax.

vii.
in relationships, you will always want the option to walk out because you feel claustrophobic the second it seems as if there's no way out. even if you never plan on walking away, you need the option. you need to know you're free, and for once, not bound to anyone forcefully

viii.
the thought of promising someone to be there's forever scares you because the idea of being tied down suffocates you

ix.
enclosed spaces will scare you. you will be unable to breathe and/or function in situations where there is no way out of a specific area such as in an elevator or a plane. you never had an issue with closed spaces before him.

x.
when someone brings up topics like domestic abuse and **** and shrugs them off as if they're nothing, your heart shrivels inside as memories flood your mind. but you have to remind yourself that not everyone knows that you're a survivor. and just because to you it seems as if there's a red label on your forehead saying "look at her, look at the disgusting things she's done", doesn't mean the label actually exists

xi.
every sector of your life will be influenced by the scars he left upon your mind, body & soul

xii.
you will never forgive nor forget

xiii.
some nights, you still won't be able to sleep in fear of waking up next to him

xiv.
at times, you'll still feel him on your skin

xv.
you will still feel him deep within

xvi.
this is never going to end. it'll never get easier, you'll just learn to live with it.

xvii.
& they'll call you a survivor, but all you'll ever be is a broken kid forced to give up your innocence long before you even had the chance to learn how valuable innocence is

xviii.
you'll never be the dictionary definition of "okay"

xix
what scares you the most, however, are the thoughts which enter your mind late at night, making you question whether, after everything has been said and done, *you still love him
// this was incredibly difficult to write but I thought that if I remained quiet about it, I would be telling others that this is something to be shameful of. if you are a victim of such abuse, know IT WAS NOT AND NEVER WILL BE YOUR FAULT & that you are never never alone. every 107 seconds, another ****** assault occurs, there are too many people in the world affected by it to not speak out regarding it //

note to those who haven't been through this personally: domestic violence/abuse/**** are all major issues & have to be dealt with on a very serious note. please be careful when you speak regarding them and never ever joke about them. you never know who amongst you has been through the vile torture of such activities.

p.s. these are just my thoughts/opinions, others are free to disagree
Aug 2015 · 1.3k
there's this girl i know
mk Aug 2015
she spoke in ballads
her soul made of poetry
her very being was
a work of art
just to be observed
from afar
too valuable to touch
too invaluable to buy
one of a kind

you cannot own
a girl like her
she belongs
to the whole wide world

she adds meaning
and beauty
to the lives of others
hiding her away
will cause them to suffer
// don't you wish someone would speak of you in such fond words? //
mk Aug 2015
sometimes i wonder
what life would be without you
& honestly-
the thought doesn't sadden me
solely because
the thought does not exist at all

i cannot in my wildest dreams
imagine another voice
calling me 'baby'
singing to me over the phone
or telling me to stop dragging my feet when i walk
i cannot hear
any other laugh but yours
when i say stupid things
i cannot picture
another face to wake up to in the morning
or another smile to brighten my day
any other eyes to sparkle in the dark nights
i can never even think
of feeling at home in anyone else's arms
being able to cry on anyone else's shoulders
not in my craziest thoughts
can i ever think
of kissing anyone else's lips
(they'll never taste as good as yours)
no one else's body
will ever fit the way yours does
with mine
& i cannot fathom the idea
of anyone else trying


because once you've tasted perfection
*how do you settle for anything less?
// no other shotgun rider besides me, singing to the radio //
Aug 2015 · 890
it's my birth right
mk Aug 2015
i refuse to deny myself
the simple pleasures in life
like being able to ****
on someone's bottom lip
or tasting their tongue
in my mouth
// 2 minutes is just enough to keep you craving more //
Aug 2015 · 722
l i v e s
mk Aug 2015
what saddens me is the fact
that we only get one life
when, infact,
there are so many lives
i still want to try on
// i feel so constrained //
Aug 2015 · 558
is it?
mk Aug 2015
is it crazy to sometimes wish
that we'd never gotten together
in the fear of
having to one day be apart?
// so tell me, is the low or is this the high? //
Aug 2015 · 726
oops
mk Aug 2015
mistakes**
i am sewn together by mistakes
// hamartia //
Aug 2015 · 1.1k
deteriorating love
mk Aug 2015
january
"i love you"
"i love you too"

march
"i love you"
"love you too"

june
"i love you"
"you too"

december
"i love you"
"too"

january
"i love you"
*
"..."
// according to newton's third law of motion: what goes up, must come down //
Aug 2015 · 408
mk Aug 2015
time  
goes  
by
&
love
dies
but
not     
with
you
&
i
// because sometimes you get tired of writing about deep feelings & dark nights; trying something different for a change //
Aug 2015 · 850
queen of venus
mk Aug 2015
that warm winter night
the stars they shined so bright
but they were still no match
for the twinkle in her eye
// i miss stargazing almost as much as i miss stargazing with you //

inspired by: http://hellopoetry.com/poem/1282628/prickly-pear/
Aug 2015 · 27.4k
hate thy brother
mk Aug 2015
racism
sexism
colorism
discrimination
over
disability
sexuality
religion
creed
class

so many fancy names
so many false excuses
given to justify the need
of the human heart
to *
*hate
// intolerance at its peak //
mk Aug 2015
one word from him
means so much more
than one hundred from you
// nothing to relive, its water under the bridge //
Aug 2015 · 709
it's been a long day
mk Aug 2015
i need
caffeine,
***
& sleep

*[note: items have been listed in order of importance]
// 12 hour shifts got you like //
mk Jul 2015
going back in time
revisiting the past
memory after memory
if someone were to
appear on my timeline
so often
i'm glad
that someone
is you
// i won't hold my tongue, i'm not okay without you here //
Jul 2015 · 464
you know it's real when...
mk Jul 2015
you miss him deeply at 3am
when you're by yourself, all alone

but even more so

at 3pm when you're surrounded by people,
but are still *all alone
// you're not just late night lust, you're early morning love too //
mk Jul 2015
your witty remarks
and hearty jokes
aren't very funny

i thought i'd tell you
before things got
out of hand

i don't appreciate you
calling me
"sweetheart"
"baby"

or
"darling"
you are no one to me
and those
nicknames are
reserved
for those who
actually know
how to treat me
as a human
not a plaything

just because
i was born a certain gender
does not
give you the right
to feel like
you have the right
to call me
what you want
and treat me
as you please

my ******
(yes, i spoke the forbidden, sue me)
does not
make me
better
or more
than any
other human
with
any other
*** organs

so next time
you're about to
open that
big mouth of yours
or
put your
arm around my shoulders
or
wink at me
you'd better
think
twice

i'm using
my words
nicely
but
i'm not
always going to be
so nice

unlike what you said earlier
i'm not overreacting
this is a natural response
to everyday sexism
and just because
society has become used to it
adapted to it
accepted it
does not mean
i will give in
or give up
or ever conform
to these
downright disgusting norms

i am a woman
that does not make me
inferior
to those of other genders
nor
am i superior
to anyone
well...
except, maybe,
**you
// thank you, doctor, for showing me that no amount of education can take the filth out of a sexist barbarian //
Jul 2015 · 822
thanks to him
mk Jul 2015
thanks to him
I'll never make the first move

thanks to him
I'll always let you love me a little more than I love you

thanks to him
I'll never really tell you what's on my mind

thanks to him
I'll forget the bitter truth & tell you all the pretty lies

thanks to him
I'll make sure to be the first to apologize after you hurt me

thanks to him
I'll agree with you when you tell me im worth nothing

thanks to him
I'll always agree with everything you say

thanks to him
I'll always let you have your way

thanks to him
I'll never really be okay
// let's play the blame game tonight, shall we? //
Jul 2015 · 663
grave
mk Jul 2015
i imagine my grave to be in my backyard
under the old oak tree
no marker or stone
just soil sprinkled over me

close to the house full of memories
where my children were birthed
anniversaries, birthdays, family dinners
my favorite place on earth

i want the birds to build their nests
and their young to sing their songs
above me, they shall rejoice
remind of when I was once young

please grow daisies on my grave
the yellow ones are the best
they'll bloom & spread
and provide tiny creatures with a place to rest

don't worry about visiting me
i'll be as happy as can be
just knowing you're living your life
with purpose, happiness, productively

when, however, you miss me so
come sit at the bark of the tree
tell me about your worries & joys
let it all out to me

i'll listen & my response will come
with the waves of the breeze
you'll find rest in that heart of yours
and we shall both be at peace

eventually spring shall come & flowers shall bloom
then turn into autumn then summer
i'll silently watch the beauty of each
& watch the warm breeze turn into winter

when winter comes and the trees are bare
i'll enjoy the warmth deep down
i'll picture my loved ones near the fireplace
and my face will brighten with a smile, not a frown

i ask for nothing to remember me by
no need to even leave a trace
just know that under the soil of the old oak tree
*there's a smile on my face
// with flowers on my grave, for once, i may look beautiful //
Jul 2015 · 955
the reason i love(d) you
mk Jul 2015
was because I knew you didn't love me.*

[& somewhere in my heart, a voice said:
"ah, finally, someone who sees you as the worthless **** you truly are."*]
// in an abusive relationship, you're not only victim to your s.o., you're also victim to yourself //
Jul 2015 · 3.3k
party girls don't get hurt
mk Jul 2015
babe,
you're losing me
to the darkness.

baby,
don't you see
the light
dying
in my eyes.

my darling lover,
wake up
& realize
*i'm no longer yours.
// to be truthful, i never was //
Jul 2015 · 984
just another messed up teen
mk Jul 2015
you won't admit it
not even to yourself
but you love living on the edge
you love the possibility
of getting in trouble
you love feeling like you're in control
of throwing yourself in the fire
you claim you are careful
and that everytime you get in trouble
is an "accident"
but only those who truly love you
truly understand you
know the truth
that you'll always take an extra step towards the edge
park your car
a centimeter too close to the cliff
sit an inch too close on the open windowsill
smoke your cigarette a second too close
to when your mom walks in on you
you love having the control
and the lack of it
you want someone to notice you
you want someone to yell at you
you want to be blamed and accused
as long as that means
someone will look your way
as long as that means
that someone will look you in the eye
inside you're crying
inside you're dying
you want to start the fire
anarchy is what you crave
and yet,
you're always an inch too far
and an inch too close
from the war itself
// when i started writing this, i had one particular person in mind...until i realized this applies to majority of first world teenagers today; so different, yet so alike. we're all just looking for someone to care, craving attention, even if that means setting our very being in flames //
Jul 2015 · 909
empty talk & false virtue
mk Jul 2015
don’t tell me I’m your weakness
I need a man who’s strong

don’t tell me I’m your purpose
I need a man who’s ambitious

don’t tell me you need me
I need a man who’s independent

I claim to want a real relationship
one where you don’t keep secrets
where you’re expressive,
honest
& open
however,
I realize now
how funny it is
that I don’t respect any man
with the emotional strength
of *anything

less than a *
rock
// hypocrisy: the practice of claiming to have higher standards or more noble beliefs than is the case //
Jul 2015 · 1.0k
just a thought
mk Jul 2015
homepage flooded
with poetry written
on topics such as
suicide,
hate,
harm,
loss,
pain
&
death;

we like it
and scroll down
we repost it
keep scrolling
we add it to our collection
and just like that
moments later
words forgotten
moved on

"next poem, please"
as if the poem
existed without
a person in pain
backing it up
as if behind the words
there was no soul
cracking at the seams
as if the poem itself
held more significance
than the (wo)man behind the pen

the least we could do
is acknowledge the existence
of the broken poet
behind the beautifully saddening poem
// all the best poetry is based off of pain //
Jul 2015 · 308
caesar 2015
mk Jul 2015
i lived
i loved
*i lost
// veni, vidi, vici - caesar 46BC //
mk Jul 2015
the problem with living in the moment
is that when the moment ends,
*so do you
// we lived too fast, we died too young //
Jul 2015 · 3.7k
welcome to khi
mk Jul 2015
in the polluted streets
i can finally breathe

in the unsafe streets
is where i find peace

the filthy streets
and extreme heat
welcome me
back home
// its so good to be back where i belong //
mk Jul 2015
**** boy you took on way more than you can handle you thought you could tame this wild *** driven fear driven impulsive girl you thought you could tame her unruly curls and her firey green eyes which shine in the dark night illuminated with lust and desire you thought you could make her into one of your gucchi girls with manicured toes HAH those are the kind of girls she sets to fire and watches them burn while she laughs and howls under the moonlight you thought you could teach her manners and poise when all she wants is your money and your body shes a free soul, brother, she's a wild child grown up with no one to hold her down she runs free she has no chains she has no loyalties she has no reason or purpose all she knows is that she's going nowhere and she's in such a hurry to get there you'll never be able to keep up she's barefoot while you're still shining your dress shoes
tell me when you were 17 did you ever look twice at the ***** girls passed out in the alleys? tell me did you ever help them up or ask them their name? tell me did you ever give a **** or did you turn your face away from them and tell your little brother to shield his eyes from the filth of society?
now that shes older and maybe a little cleaner doesn't mean you have the right to tame her or tie her down, boy, you can't handle a girl like her, boy, *you can't have me
// let's count our sins tonight //
Jul 2015 · 842
lust beats love anyday
mk Jul 2015
let's cut the *******;
i only want you for your *body
// we get down every friday night, dancing & grinding in the pale moonlight //
Jul 2015 · 995
we run towards death
mk Jul 2015
you'll find me
in a pile of rags
all alone
in some dark alleyway
stale cigarette
hanging from my mouth
broken bottle in my hand
faded picture in my back pocket
cuts down the length of my arms
bullet through my brain
& a broken heart
hidden under
my torn tshirt
// we all know how its gonna end //
Jul 2015 · 1.3k
dear sweet daughter of mine
mk Jul 2015
dear sweet daughter of mine,
know that from the day i lay eyes on you
i promise to love you till my last breath
and after that i will look after you
from the heavens above

dear sweet daughter of mine
know that you will always be protected
not a day will pass when you feel lonely
i will teach you all i know
and all that is mine shall be yours
know that the world is not a good place
but there is always hope
and that it is people like you who will raise hope in the darkest nights
never forget to be kind and honest and humble
never forget that only light drives out darkness
never forget that in your brightest times and in the times when you have no light
i will shine through for you

dear sweet daughter of mine
never for a moment will you be helpless
for i will be your anchor and your guide
you will never be lost
you can always turn to me
you can always lay your head on my shoulder
even when i don't have a house
you will always have a home with me

dear sweet daughter of mine*
when you will enter this world,
know that you eternally have
my heart,
my love
& my support

// dedicated to my unborn, my future //
mk Jul 2015
"all you're left with in the end are regrets, brah."
mk Jul 2015
this year,
I'll wear purple on christmas
maybe add a little blue here & there
a splash of red near my sleeves
ah, yes, that'll do well
// it's gone too far //
Jul 2015 · 662
you fell for me?
mk Jul 2015
i've never understood
how someone could
miss the smell of my perfume,
the curls in my hair
crave the taste of my lips,
the touch of my skin
lie awake at night
unable to fall asleep without me in their arms
how someone
would know that i'm lactose intolerant
but that every saturday night,
i sneak off to the nearby icecream shop
and buy a chocolate cone with blueberry icecream
or that
whenever i writing poetry
i hate using capital "i"s
because i feel that makes me seem
too self important
how could someone bother to remember
all the little things i do
like hiding my face when i laugh
scrunching my nose when i write
and biting my bottom lip when i'm nervous
moreover,
how could they look at my
swollen lips
and then still dream of them at night?

i've spent my whole life
falling in love with the little things
like the freckle under your nose
& the way you look people in the eye when you speak to them
the way you always give up your seat when you see someone deserving
& the way you pronounce some words differently
(i really love how you say "hollow" and "obviously")
i've never found it odd how deeply i cherish these little things about you
i guess i just never thought
there'd be somebody
who'd fall in love
with me too
// sometimes i wonder about how i got so lucky to have you in my life ♡ must've gone right somewhere in life //
Jul 2015 · 3.6k
cheating [summer break]
mk Jul 2015
sweet summer skies
the sun in her eyes
you're in her heart
but he's on her *mind
// its summer, we all gotta live a little, nah? //
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