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 Apr 2015
Denisse
Two strange jump but collided in the same way
Months and years of for keeps
The memory of having each other
Seem like everything will be okay.

Intertwined destinies in the paths of ecstasy where regrets and tragedies have no place indefinitely
Tears in pairs in joy and sorrow
fears impaired in fogs of hollow despairs as loved is shared in the friendship declared

Crazy, silly, happy and all extreme feelings
Stepping together in the sane destined path from the universe
Oath of having each other's back
And their galaxies explode into a beautiful disaster
So here's another collab with Jamie King. It's really fun to have collabs. It's difficult but tha magic is two ideas cooperate with another then it results a very nice poem.
 Apr 2015
Victoria Queen
Bring me your pain;
the hollow aching of your tired heart and the scars that run deep down to your bones.

Bring me your sorrow;
the loneliness that anchors you,
the hopelessness that has built its way into your core.

Bring me your suffering;
the silent storm that crushes you,
the infinite emptiness that consumes you.

Bring me your brokenness,
the sharp and scattered pieces of your dismantled self.


Come to me in fragments,
and let me love you whole again.
 Apr 2015
Erenn
Tears streaked down her face like lemon drops
Her freckles akin to constellations
Glistens as they sparkled like diamonds
Even in her worst state she looks ethereal
Believing in her onus of relegated contempt.
She knew she was right
But she couldn't move on.
Remembering yesterdays will only be grim.

She can never forget his sudden demise
How she wished she was swimming on whims.
Her conscience reminded her this was the best,
"The past will never be rewritten,
Fate is condemned
And it will never be changed
It will never be forgotten"


But she forgot she's still breathing
Her life endlessly bounded
To her heart's profound.
She's the master of her own
She can't change fate's surprise
But she can bring it to demise
She finally broke free like a lark
From speckles of lips that only tweets
But never succor in sustenance's bleak

She ran and flew
As high as the skies mimics the ocean's bare.
As darkness lurked forever hidden
She's finally free to go anywhere

To seek what enacts happiness
To solve jigsaws of desired puzzles
To breathe this life like forever has a last
To love and be loved again
To live the way she wants to live



Erennwrites
Something that just popped in my head.
I miss doing solo writes. so here I am.:)
You can't change the past.
But you are the master your own fate.
 Apr 2015
Timothy Brown
Hold on.
I have to clean this up.
I don't want your soles to get cut up by my lack of ambidexterity.
I'm right-handed but I thought I'd try this out with my left
And I'm not as deft with it, especially in the moment, but I thought I'd give it a shot anyway.

It's my fault... I don't know how to juggle.

I'm usually good with rotation but
between the dilation of my eyes and the inflation of my ego,
the sensation of being flippant left me in a painted tuxedo

And it's raining...It's been raining.

I'm not complaining but the paint
is running and bleeding; An apotheosis of Leonid Afremov
needing emotional content to prove I exist.

*I don't mean to be like this. I don't want to be like this.
I feel like it is missing an ending. All suggestions will be considered.
 Apr 2015
Mohd Arshad
If my dreams were full of wings,
I would sit in their cockpit,
And soar up and high in the day
And when the whole heaven is lit!

I would never stop flying
For life is ecstasy and errorproof,
And no arrow of failure *****,
And not below is the roof
Notes (optional)
 Mar 2015
Kalon R
I am Emma Bovary
I am Prufrock
I am the Underground Man
I am Gretta

I'm trapped in my mind, wondering why I am in this situation...
I'm unsure of myself and my feelings...
I needed to dominate but now I realize what I got isn't what I want...
I'm judged by my past and still wanting to re-live my glory days...

I too am Baumer...
I'm fighting but it's time to rest
Oh Dorian! why am I so perfect?

Tomorrow, I'll be at breakfast and won't see the girl who made me feel this way, I'll give up hope
and continue lying saying "I'll elope"

Besides, she'll think I'm ugly and I'll feel alone and ashamed

I too...



Am Decaying on The Inside
"She was eaten up with desires, with rage, with hate. The rigid folds of her dress covered a tormented heart of which her chaste lips never spoke"
 Mar 2015
Mohd Arshad
Happiness
Can't
Grow
Where
Ego
Is
Watered
Down
The
Groundp
Notes (optional)
 Mar 2015
Lana
Shards of memory
still draw blood,
razor sharp reminders
of another life,
when you loved me
and I loved you.
I could sense gravity on my skin then,
hear the color flush into the blooms,
anticipate the grasshopper's solo
before its first note–
but that was back when
you loved me
and I loved you.
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