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 Apr 2019
Ciel
Look at me
and see me.

See me for what I am,
For who I am.
Not who you think I am,
not who you hoped I would become
or who you want me to be,
not even for who you've been told I am,
but for who I truly am.

Even though it might break your heart,
disappoint you
or crush your soul,
accept that I grew up to become my own person
with my own beliefs and values.

Look at me
and see me,
the real me
not a younger you.

That is the greatest gift you could ever give me.
 Oct 2018
John-Paul Richard
I don’t want to be a, “Good Person”
Or rather,
Not if you have to tell me.
I’d rather die,
Then hear someone tell me I’m nice,
You’re so nice,
You’re a good guy,
Gratefully with twinges of gluttonous ego I accept,
In spite of myself.
Perhaps I’ve been groomed
Act nice to be complimented.
Humans never cease to appall me,
With ways to be unwarrantedly wareful,
And secretly subconsciously submergent,
So I remain watchful of myself.
 Oct 2018
Naomie
You said I wasn't lady like
Then I didn't understand what it meant
Then I run by male validation
It felt like I had failed at being a woman
That I was supposed to behave in a certain way
That I was supposed to do things in a particular way
And I didn't

Turns out you had a problem with who I am
You didn't like to be challenged by a woman
You didn't like a woman who wasn't a pushover
You wanted someone you could control
Someone to do as you say, no questions asked
To you women were there to take care of men
They weren't supposed to oppose anything
Or give their candid point of view
Or express disagreement with your ideas

For years I beat myself up
For standards you set
Making me feel I wasn't good enough
Yet you were the one who couldn't admit faults
Took me a while to learn
To form my own standards
To be proud of the person I am
To not shape my opinion of me
From the opinion of others on me
 Oct 2018
Alfa
666
whispering rain tapping on the window
flooding my ears with sound, fluorescent
light screaming inside my brain, lift
your hands towards me again, you
won’t see me de nuevo. Wilt
beneath the demanding life you’ve beaten,

and maybe your fear will agitate
you, into a comatose state you
had put me in.,and hidden
me away from the world, mauling
innocence out of me with incremental,
unwanted touches that cannot be undone.

from handcuffs on wooden poles, foaming
mouths pouncing on my skin, melting
within myself as you drowned wearisome
unhinged fantasies onto me, and use
children for your pleasure to continue
terrorizing freely while we all trickle.
Abused as a child, here is my testimony about my abuser. Six lines in each stanza, she truly was the devil.
 Oct 2018
zelda rangel
between these dried leaves
in the middle of a forest
we create monsters inside us
as waterfalls overflows
dec, 2017.
alternative name: visions, bubbles, blurry eyes
 Oct 2018
AE
Do something, do nothing
Is what the head goblins say
Say something, don't speak
Is told to me day by day

Make a change, do nothing
Is what the head goblins yell
Write something, write nothing
As they bury me deeper into hell.

Make something, destroy everything
Is what the head goblins request
Walk somewhere, sit somewhere
Ain't they just a pest?

Love her, hate him
Is what the head goblins demand
Talk, speak, riot, reek, isolate, permeate, mediate, violate
The head goblins have me buried in the sand.
 Oct 2018
SomeOneElse
Thank you sis for being there
Showing me how much you care
Always there to cheer me up
Telling me not to give up
Making sure that I'm all right
Encouraging me to write
Sending wisdom and kind words,
Pretty pictures, trees and birds
Never judging me at all
Making sure i do not fall
Thank you sis for being there
And for showing me you care
Written for an indian lady who adopted me as her little brother even though I'm sure she is younger than me
 Oct 2018
Olivia Daniels
You are
a new, exciting challenge.

With the games you play,
I'll never be able to tell
if I'm winning or not.
(but you can bet your happy trail I'll try)

Are you really
as cold as you seem?
Distant and Reflective

You are water.
Forever breezy—
go with the flow
and float on the ripples.

And I am plexiglass.
I don't break—
I shatter
but it takes a lot.

If you think about it,
(and I know you do)
the best container
for reckless water
is a plexiglass tank.

and it can hold
a myriad
of different things.
 Oct 2018
Madelynn Nieves
Curiosity has gotten me
Tongue tied
Twisted
Over the mystery of you
Wanting to know
Every facet of your character
Your mannerisms
And what makes you laugh
So I can strive to be that person
Every moment of the day
I am lost and swimming
In possibilities
 Oct 2018
Misty Meadows
Where's that dress I like on you?
Wear that dress I like on you,
At my funeral.

You'll look so beautiful.

And with your heart full of pain,
I'll have no blood in my veins,
At my funeral.
We'll look so beautiful.

It's the death of me and the death
Of us.
The death of life and the death of
Lust.
Who are the ones that you really
Trust?
You won't understand 'til I return to
Dust.
'Til I return to dust.
Life and death's a must.
We riot then rot.
Let the reasons rust.

I won't argue with you because your
Lies are just.
But if I'm dead, I can't even fuss.

At my funeral,
You'd look so beautiful.
And it's okay to cry.
For real, it's crucial to.
I ain't never met someone as
Cool as you.
I hope your last glance at me ain't
Unusual.
 Oct 2018
Natori
I am still upset about things in the past,

their is things that is still a mystery to me,

I am tired a lot of crap into my life,

I am tired of lies,

I am tired of a lot people lying to me in social Media,

I am trying to find out things that was a mystery to me,

I tried to let go,

It just that my heart wants to know the truth,

and it needs it so I can be free,

Like an bird that can go where ever it goes.
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