Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
 Aug 2016 brian bernales
Chuck
A year is long enough for the world to change
Some friends have passed away
Others have married and are now new parents

A year is short enough for nothing to change
I'm working at the same job and living in the same house
I might have changed my hair or lost weight, but my face is perfectly recognizable

Rather the former, the latter, or somewhere in between
My soul is my soul, my heart is my heart
As long as I have breath, you will be with me
For all of my HP friends
 Aug 2016 brian bernales
Deyer
embrace the bruises. embrace the aches that emanate from the surface of your skin. embrace the broken bones that come from the sum of your experience. embrace life's tattoos, the proof that you have used your time; the proof that you didn't just cruise through, unscathed and unafraid.
embrace the disease that coarses through your veins; embrace the pain that brought you here today.
if we were meant to end, heaven sent without a scrape, don't you think that scars would fade away at day's end?
I wish for her - and wishing's not my wont -
then moments later ween my wish too much.
To see her, hold her hand, is all I want
to wean me of her distant love by touch.
So I must words most tenderly select,
-to woo this wish from her I deem most fair-
write them, speak them, fight them till correct.
Ascendant recitation, be my prayer:
Give me this day, an hour of your time,
forgive me if affection makes me bold,
but tempt me, lead down paths to verse and rhyme
and I'll deliver beauties yet untold.
     Unlock this gated garden of the heart
     and henceforth ever play the muses part.
As ever, in progress.
Dearest pineapple,
Often times you mumble
Yet I know how much you like to talk
Specially when it's just the two of us who walks
Like me, you have millions of stories
As well as numerous worries
But worry no more
I'll join you and together we shall explore
Today, your special day
I wish for luck to always come your way
I know there are more storms to come
But for you a lullaby, I shall hum
To lull you to sleep to let you rest
And to remind you that it's just one of God's tests
Otanjoubi omedeto tomodachi.... hihihi... :3
 Aug 2016 brian bernales
Aoife
the nights you call lonely
are the nights i spend
reading and writing and drawing
and loving my own company
i enjoy dreaming of possibilities
and laying in complete silence
you see, my mind is so loud
louder than the party you're at tonight
and for me that is enough
i balance it out by being quiet,
by producing shambles of poetry
and endless jumbles of words
to try and understand
that it is okay to love the silence
and the mystery of who i am
you find yourself in bright lights
and loud music
i find myself in the dark
we have been afraid of our whole lives
it is the darkness and the silence
that make you so scared of us
but we are simply introverts
trying to fit into a world made for you
while you are dancing your heart out
ours are pounding in pride
as we proofread our writing for the 100th time
your open arms and our open minds
embrace in harmony
you see, i started writing us instead of me
because i know i am not alone
on these nights you call lonely
i call lovely
Next page