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 Sep 2017
martin
here can lay the power
if you are receptive,
to let you see the world
from a new perspective

it can be the filling
or icing on the cake,
send you off to peaceful sleep
or keep you wide awake

it can liberate your thoughts
from a recess dark and deep,
make a poor man rich
or help a mute to speak

by your side all the time
like a faithful friend
it can stay with you
to the very end
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why we love flesh so much?
forgetting the eternal Soul
what is wrong with our goal?

Written by
~~~Jawahar Gupta~~~
 Aug 2017
Sarita Aditya Verma
A Plagiarist In Inheritance
Originalist, In The wealth of Progeny.
 Aug 2017
sage
Tonight,

I looked at the stars like I do every night,

and I cried.

because this time,

I remembered

that some of them are dead.

and I realised

just how envious I was,

that I was not as beautiful as a star,

even though,

I too,

was still there.

yet also

so

very

dead.
I've lost my love and I don't know how to get it back.
 Aug 2017
Sandoval
I was not born a

poet.

I was broken into

one.


*Sandoval
 Aug 2017
lex
I don't know
how I feel.

It's hard
to put a label
on what
I don't know.

So, I'll remain here
sitting
contemplating
and
crying

all over you.
 Aug 2017
Alber
I am White and Black
Red and Yellow
Doesn't matter a wise man says
What color is the soul.
 Jul 2017
Rianna
i'm your weakness,
your own personal drug.
I'm your high,
You're my low.
Probs gonna delete
 Jul 2017
Kelly Rose
Your belief in me
Gave me the courage to
Believe in myself
You always give me the
Priceless gift of acceptance
I have no words
For the love and gratefulness
That I feel for having you in my life
Except…
I love you and thank you.

Kelly Rose
© June 29, 2017
 Jul 2017
Amaranthine
Under the spell
Of that heavenly taste
Welcome to hell
With an angels embrace

I will watch you
**Bleed
 Jul 2017
Shylah S
no, I'm not talking about the ones with big noses
or greasy hair

not the ones with bad breath
or round bellies

no, I just like them raw
a little broken, a little sad

the ones with scars
a story to tell

I sure know how to pick em' you might say
but I'd never give them up any day

a whole adventure in a person like the outdoors
one with canyons and mountains he would let me explore
only ugly guys give themselves all at once
no parts hidden, everything is exposed

vulnerability is thought to be a weakness but in reality it's bold

I like ugly guys.
So go out there and be real, often we hide because we fear getting hurt. But in that fear we miss out on the world, we miss out on living, and worst of all, love. So even if we may get bruised, get to the lowest of the low, you'll one day stumble upon something that embraces you as you are, something that cherishes your ugliness unconditionally, something that inspires you to be better, whether that be a passion, a person, or something as simple as a smile. Is it really worth hiding if you miss on the chance to experience that?

Edit: I am very grateful to everyone who took the time to read my work and am in disbelief a piece of mine chosen as the daily pick for the very first time! This community is amazing :)
 Jul 2017
Bianca Reyes
I am a realist
I hold onto facts
Tighter than I hold onto you
I toy with the idea
Of making you my world
But I am a realist
So I settle on the idea
That you're just toying with my heart
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All rights reserved
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 Jul 2017
Mya
So many past names
And almost given last names
Too much to ever keep track of
Who the hell are you?
Who am I supposed to become?

Too many passing glances
And familiar faces
To ever keep straight
I'm sorry, do I know you?
Do I even know myself?
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