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 Nov 2015 cg
Tahirih Manoo
Grown up
 Nov 2015 cg
Tahirih Manoo
Most persons who are ageable
                                            - aren't even adults

They are just grown children

                  Who have learnt fancier words

       more serious sounding expressions

                 And
new
ways
of
secret
tantrums.

Those imposters. Caught ya.

Spider one. Grownchildren zero.
11:22 am 10 th, November, 2015

My Spidey senses are tingling. Lol.
 Nov 2015 cg
Gaye
Political insanity
 Nov 2015 cg
Gaye
If the world is truth, let us pretend to be insane
If I’m life, set my tongue on fire, let it burn
Because my paintings bleed, my tales flee
And my eyes see no meaning at all.
At impossible desires my heart wake-
Every morn and die with desires at night
The masks are all torn between the streets
And the thread that connect them to deeds.
 Nov 2015 cg
April
Opposite
 Nov 2015 cg
April
I'm trying to control the screams
but I'm covering my eyes
I'm trying to keep the tears at bay
but I'm scratching my cheeks
I'm trying to hear you're whispers
but I'm reaching the wrong way

I can't function

you're so close
but I'm so far away
its been way too long since I wrote a poem. Do you think this poem is to depressing/deep to use for a school magazine? Feedback appreciated !
 Nov 2015 cg
honest
choked up
 Nov 2015 cg
honest
some time ago
you'd be in front of me,
look at me and put on a smile
that i thought was sincere at the time,
and i'd sit there unable to bring myself to speak.

it started
when you looked
at me with those icy blue eyes
with your blonde hair under the sunlight
and smiled at me like I had so much
to give you.

i'm sorry i gave you so
much of nothing
and i'm sorry i wasted your time
with sappy lines
that you probably make fun of now.

i thought i was long over it
but there wasn't really a bridge i could cross
and the water was deeper than i anticipated
and i didn't know how to swim,
but i swear i tried and tried.

even now, when you were on the other side of the room,
so happy,
our eyes met, and your eyes had never been
so cold.
i couldn't come up with enough synonyms to tell you how i was
so speechless.
when you stared my way for a second, could you tell i was
so empty?
and when you faintly remembered i existed your smile felt
so missing.

but i can't find the words i lost
or spit out the words still stuck in my throat.
it was just a glance, but if you cared
you'd be able to tell i'm still trying and trying
to forget and look at you like i would anyone else.

but even when i go to all these places
to clear my head,
all that runs through my mind
are the things i can't forget.
#j
 Nov 2015 cg
Born
Dilemma
 Nov 2015 cg
Born
She has the coldest heart but she's warm as a devil
 Nov 2015 cg
Jaanam Jaswani
i will give myself to you inch by inch.
i will make you bored of that same inch.
i will make you crave another.
i will touch the same objects that end up haunting you.
i will make you prefer the sound of silence.
i will give you enough space to fabricate a future for us.
but not too much so that i can see you just one more time
leaving you so very confused with your bits and pieces of shattered ambitions

and then you won't see me again.
you'll forget about the pain i left in your chest - slowly, and with effort

until you see me again, happy.
or am i?
 Nov 2015 cg
Eliot York
Untitled
 Nov 2015 cg
Eliot York
The meaning of leaves in
a refreshing cool wind
He chose to live
for friendship
Not for that
other thing
Refreshing cool wind on a cross and died. He chose to live for friendship, live for survival, not for that thing any more. This is the meaning of it clung to her old leaves new myriads? Of lingering leaves
[coco, 11 nov 2011]
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