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 Oct 2015
Kristie Aragon
I did not give up. I let go. They are two different things. Letting go is the opposite of giving up. Letting go is moving forward. Letting go is going against every single heartbeat, swallowing every tear, cutting every string. Few people realize this, but letting go takes more courage, more strength, than holding on.
 Oct 2015
Babu kandula
Greatest things will suffer hardest criticsm

And Rest all is history
 Oct 2015
Cíara McNamara
waking up everyday knowing
you can be anyone
and everyday choosing to be yourself
is what makes you beautiful
It's quite hilarious
When you say "I love you"
When in fact,
love is a verb
not a noun

©IGMS
 Oct 2015
nivek
Pounding tarmac, streets of Man
fading to muddy slip sliding tracks.
A Woodpecker sounds out loud
in the woods you become tribal.
Everything has its history etched
into millennia of striving survival.
And you a puny naked human
have no real memory of freedom.
 Oct 2015
nivek
******'s no doubt have their place in the great scheme of things
but I doubt they will ever be remembered for anything good, useful, or beautiful .
wasting my time no doubt..... you know who you are, ******'s always do!
 Oct 2015
Joseph Paris
This July, the thought and creativity that I would have given to a Fourth of July poem were reserved to help save a kitty's life. A frequent front-porch visitor, Princess knew nothing of "amber waves of grain," "purple mountain's majesty," and "rocket's red glare." Rockets shot high above her five-word world, that had little to do with patriot's dreams and everything to do with the promise of tomorrow. Right now, I am the only man in the world who cares about this cat's existence. The truth is I am just as stricken, and we lie side by side equally dying.
 Oct 2015
Saparonia Holliday
Sometimes I think of past lovers
It makes me feel lonely
Then I think of the implications

I wonder what they think
At this exact moment of my thought
Being an optimist
I hope they are all happy
Mostly they were the best, good guys
Fondness in my heart for them all

As for me there's no turning back
Love with it's highs and misery
Love with it's sorrows and guilt

Discarded it long ago
When my lover killed his other lover's lover
I walked away from love
 Oct 2015
Saparonia Holliday
Nameless was my friend from old times
His girlfriend young and lovely
She fell in love with my guy
And my guy killed Nameless

I was lost, realisation, trauma
So bad
My friend of old took me to the coast
It was her birthday and I fell asleep on the train

Half sleeping I, murdered Nameless came
He showed me white stones, big pebbles
Told me to build them by the sea
So that he could be free

We wandered by the sea
I think I spoiled her birthday
I could see no white stones
She went into a shop with the children
I sat on a bench in an old harbour wall

Then, a man with a child came walking by
He pushed the pram, child walked in front
Child was carrying a huge white pebble
Walked to me and threw it on the ground
At my feet

They passed by
I picked up the heavy pebble and looked around
Friend and children said where was it from
I said I don't know they came this way
We backtracked to where the heavy tides wash against the seawall

Carried them in our arms to the point where sea darkens sand
Built a hollow tower
A child wrote goodbye in the sand

Sitting until the sea came and washed it away
No-one touched it
Not even dogs
Not the seagulls who circled it
When it had gone I knew I had freed him
 Oct 2015
nivek
The art of solitude
is measured in eternity
Writing graffiti
and finger painting walls
 Oct 2015
Saparonia Holliday
This grove is my sanctuary

The air is clean

Only the wild things and I

And the fairies who live here

My friend the tree stood here

I wept for it

But I'll tell you about the tree


Once Jan and I came here at dawn

I for the peace him to make love to me

We laid together under this tree

I was looking up into the branches

I knew they were there but he didn't know

It began as a few drops of water on my face

I giggled, he thought to him

Then it was a deluge

Rain almost, much more than dew can do

On naked skin

Jan jumped up dragging on his shirt

Freaking out because

It only rained under the tree

Nowhere else


The tree is where I first met the others

Face to face when they tricked me

Caught me like an animal being tagged

I in fury following because they stole my child

They in joyful testing games of peril

Let us go again

Took us to the rainbow bridge to walk from there to home

Bond of immortal love

Stronger than emotions

Transcending life and death

When my universe expanded
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