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 Sep 2017
Rebel Heart
She grew thorns...
Not to lure him in
        with deception
But to keep him out
        who was deception
For as beautiful as she was,
She was dangerous within
Her petals holding secrets
No world could bear...
She grew thorns
All to protect
Her fragile heart
From unleashing
Her sins...
A rose picked by any other would've been sweet... but it was he who was a sweet poison on her lips that turned her petals dark...
 Sep 2017
Shrivastva MK
चला जाऊंगा एक दिन मैं इस दुनिया से
तुम्हे अकेला छोड़कर,

फिर ना मेरी याद आएगी तुझे
ना मैं आऊंगा वापस लौटकर,

पता है मुझे उस दिन ये पल थोड़ा उदास रहेंगे
मेरी कसम तुझे, ना याद करना मुझे रो- रो कर,

चंद शब्द कई बार रिस्ते बना देते है
तो कई बार चले जाते है तोड़कर,

नजाने क्यूँ ऐसा होता इस जहां में
सच्चा प्यार भी होता तो सिर्फ डर-डर कर,

इस इंसान की बात क्या करे साहेब
ये मुस्कुराता है किसी  इंसान का ही दिल तोड़कर,

इस दुनिया मे गमो की कमी नही है मेरे दोस्त
मुस्कुराते है लोग यहाँ गम भूल कर,

याद रखना जिसने भी दिया है धोखा मोहब्बत में
वो भी रोया है एक दिन आंखे भर कर,

तुझे पाने की तम्मना नही है हमारी
जी लेंगे हम भी तेरी मुस्कान देख कर,
तेरी मुस्कान देख कर........
Meri dost mujhe pta hai aapki es muskan ke pichhe bhi mayusi aur udasi hai....
Par dard to bantkar hi bhulaye ja sakte hain...
 Sep 2017
Emily B
Spent the afternoon
In bed
On my regular
Scheduled
Day off.

Kept dreaming
That people
Were trying to
**** me.

My folks
Are saying
I don't look good.

Maybe tomorrow
Will be better
 Sep 2017
Jellyfish
I want to hide my face and cry,
I'm tired of no one understanding why.
I bluntly say what's on my mind
and yet you say that I've lost my mind.
Nothing will change, because really
my feelings don't matter.
 Sep 2017
MP Martinez
That summer you left me
Leave a burnt scar in my heart
I will never forget how you smiled that day
Like the busy city lights I always see
Blinding in the night
Yet when day comes it all fades away


That summer you left me
Like the water balloon I got in the festival
Diffused and the waters gone
Your touch still lingers like it was just yesterday
But it’s not there like how you are not here
All were just vivid dreams of past I always relived


That summer you left me
I thought I heard the cicadas cry
Mournfully buzzing through my ears
As the train already departed, I stood still
And I started to cry


That summer you left me
The skies were filled with fireworks
Beautiful as it lit up the night
But as it disappeared inte the thin air
It reminisce when my tears fall


That summer you left me
I was trapped seeing that moment
Like repeated flashbacks of a broken movie
Your goodbyes and farewells stuck on every wind
I keep hearing when summer comes back again


That summer you left me
As this spring is about to end
Will I see you one more time?
Those sunflowers sways gently
Just as how I was that day
With the coming summer wind,  I look back
But still, I can't  find you
Inspired from Joe Hisaishi's Summer
 Sep 2017
wordvango
writing whispered softly heartfelt mostly weightless
dreamlike adjectives and suppositions
I calmly fall through the skies into a white
blue pillow
of metaphor
close my eyes at impact
wake up again up
far high
over the clouds
hover near under angels
wings
higher than I fly
wingless only small
energies a
few synapses firing now
my soaring exploding all over
the atmosphere
I get high
I love that
I feel again
I laugh cry
normal like
but I fly
full of all of it
 Sep 2017
r
I do not know whose eyes perceive
my finite movement toward light.

Each letting go, a small cry,
each forward move my life's
migratory assurance of what
none of us can ever know.

The genetic certainty of cells
propels the forebrain
with its stumbling feet,
while a heartache of hope
wins each moment even
as it is lost to the next.

And we must accept
the impermanent flow
that is like air, necessary
and sacred; tears are not
the only salt of sorrow.
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