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 Feb 2016
devante moore
Hate fluctuates in the air when I breath
Can you relate
When I tell you it constricts me like a snake
The angel sitting on my shoulder has been removed
His rival has crawled in my mouth
And sits in my tongue groves  
It's hard to control what I say until it's to late
My words crippling like a deceptive *****
I've lost all concept of who I am
Can you relate when I say
The reflection in the mirror has gone away
Trust use to ride shotgun with me
But I bailed from the car
When I let it grab the wheel
We would veer off an wreck
It drove me to think people could be trusted
But their words were like plastic toys
Fake
And they melted in the heat
Believing in others a mistake
It's hard to think anyone else can relate
 Feb 2016
Jenny Cerna
I wanted to see
See who you are
Who we ought to be
What we should've been
But there you go
Once again
I remember this pain
I remember your words
Your promises
You amaze me
How easily you trap me, everytime
Will I ever really let it go
Will I ever let it be enough
What are the limits
*what are our limits
Will I keep your love
Or can I give my heart a break
Wait...
Is that the same thing?
Braking my heart...
Wait no...
That's not what I meant
I meant rest
But I guess,
Why not,
Once again..
 Jan 2016
Mohd Arshad
Don't expect so much from the day!
Sometimes it's dusky
But always pray
For the better!
Notes (optional)
 Jan 2016
Mohd Arshad
Develop a habit
For going for a walk!
It is a special work assigned to you by nature!
Notes (optional)
 Jan 2016
Mohd Arshad
Enough
Is never enough!
Man can not bear enough riddle!
Notes (optional)
 Jan 2016
Abdullah Ayyash
It's a mountain
Huge rock
Life obstacle
When you see me

It's a challenge
Promising future
Beautiful glory
From my side

I am a soul
Lovely smile
Determent hope
Not a tear drop

I am feelings
Pure spirit
Nested dreams
Not a sympathy

Send me your heart
Don't walk me through
Don't hold me back
Love knows its way
© Copyright
Abdullah Ayyash
January 25th, 2016
 Jan 2016
devante moore
It's that time of the month
That makes your emotions run amuck
They seem to be like a stick shift in a truck
Never staying in one gear
Your mood is like spoiled food
As you explain how much your in pain
Lying in anguish
As each ache corse through your veins
Blame eve
For the invisible sledge hammer being lodged into your back
Crippling cramps riddle your body
Violent pain
Like your abdomens are being flirted with
Tiny incisions foreplay
Caressed by shards of glass  
Temptations of sleep a figment of the past
Blame eve
For the hormones that sprout like weeds
Appetite expand and recedes
Like the moonlight tides
The pain come in strides
Punches in its time card
Each month
And you can blame eve
 Jan 2016
Mohd Arshad
Daffodils
Are
Not
So
Tall
Still
They
Are
The
Source of delight and happiness for people!
Notes (optional)
 Jan 2016
devante moore
It pumps just like yours
But Insides an empty shell
Deserted by its workers
Who complained the job didn't pay well
The environment gloomy
With no windows to keep it well lit  
And no vents to keep the air circulated
So they gasped and choked
On the oxygen that grew heavy like smoke
The ceilings and walls peeling
Draped in a stale red  
Empty desk where the employees slaved
White papers slathered on the floor
Decorated with knocked over chairs
Hallways once active
Now empty
Filled with the sound of flickering lights breathing
A heart like mine shut down
From the lack productivity
Everyone left in a panic rush
Like the stock market crash
I have a heart just like yours
But inside its empty
And the doors still remain chained shut
 Jan 2016
Mohd Arshad
Argument
Is just the waste of your creative mind!
Notes (optional)
 Jan 2016
devante moore
Not here to be like or adored
If you don't like what I write
I don't mind being ignored
There's a reason I have a blank profile picture
In my words you will find me
All my ****** features
Between each line
Each string of my bushy hair is defined
The darkness of my eyes
While your reading
You meet my glare
My poems are a like portrait
And inside the painting is me
A depiction
An inscription
On the pages
And as you climb down the ladder of sentences you'll step on my nose
Only to reach the curve of my lips
While I recite out loud
Finally my chin
Where hair hangs like clothes
What I look like doesn't define me
If you trying to find me
You already have
 Jan 2016
devante moore
Sometimes I feel like a motherless child
Born in the wild
Raised around apes
As they congregate behind the leaves amongst the trees
Sometimes I feel like I don't belong
But there's no way to escape
I'm just another ball
Tethered to this world to be played with
Sometimes I feel like a motherless child
Who's been lost for awhile
No home to be far from
Traveled a road paved with un proportional tiles
Conceived from of the cracks I slipped through
No concept of the word love
Baptized In the faith of hate
Loneliness a stain on my jeans
Bitterness pokes me when I'm awake
motherless child
Who wasn't pulled out the womb
Unearthed from a tomb
 Jan 2016
Mohd Arshad
If parents are the roof
Grandparents are the floor
Notes (optional)
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