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 Jul 2015 Anya
moon-kissedstar
My heart is as pale as this gray sky could be.
... as cold as my fingers during winter.
... as brittle as your mother's favorite vase.

But,

It could be brighter than the Sun.
... warmer than the flame.
... stronger than the pain I had.
 Jul 2015 Anya
Earl Jane
Sometimes
 Jul 2015 Anya
Earl Jane


Sometimes,


                       People just disregard each others value,



                                      Throwing dirt at each other,

                                                 Pointing fingers to one another,

                           Bashing words that doesn't even exist,



They just don't understand,

                        That somebody are breaking inside,


But those shattered people,

                                                   They just don't show it,

                                          'Cause they want peace and harmony,


                                                      ­       But they are crushed,

                                                     More than you can imagine!






Sometimes,

                        People are just so selfish,



Doing things that just benefit their own selves,

               Not even thinking of the consequences it may turn,




                              But for those people who are breaking inside,



Whom they have bombarded with pain and sorrow,



The coin seems to not favor to them,

         But time will come,

                 It will just flip to theirs.








Sometimes,

                           People are just so watchful,



Of the mistakes of others,

           Even though they have not known them,




Like a dog barking on complete strangers,


                                          Then just like a blinking of an eye,



Overlook all the good side of those people,


                                  'Cause of their own "observing wrong" habits,



They just can't even observe,

      About how people sees them?



Are they pleasing or not?

But sadly,



They aren't admirable,


   'Cause what they are doing,

            Are never gratifying,







Sometimes,


                    People just look into this worldly pleasure,


Wealth and FAME,


          And can sacrifice every dignity they have,

                  All the friends they have,

    And all of the good they have,


                                         Just to obtain this stuff,


The world devoured them,



But remember,

                                No matter how much WEALTH AND FAME,

       That we will possess in this world,

                             If we don't have a heart,

                That loves all humankind,

                         That loves appreciating people,

                 And that has God inside it,




Remember,

All are just nothing.






Sometimes,



                          Peop­le lack these words


LOVE, PEACE, and RESPECT.




                                                  S­adly,

Sadly....







                                  © Earl Jane
                                    ♥ E.J.C.S.
I know people are not perfect,.. i knew that there are just factors that contribute and that push them to do those to others...

Indeed, This is what I just observed, and I am not pointing to anyone,..

and note: when people start calling and talking about GOD, it doesn't mean that they are showing themselves as SELF RIGHTEOUS. It just mean that they are sinners, and they accepted the fact, that's why they draw near to God.


This just breaks my heart, as the first stanza, just happened to me..

Let's have harmony and peace people... start appreciating people no matter how we don't like them, or hate them... just being positive won't hurt... we need to consider others feelings, too... we are humans, i knew it, and we does feel HURT, TOO... :(
 Jul 2015 Anya
Idiosyncrasy
Like their story,
When we met
It was magical
As if fate brought
Us together.

Like their fairy tale,
We danced
And swayed
As if we will
Always be together.

But unlike theirs,
We were given
More than the hours
Before midnight
Never happily ever after.
When fate gives us just one chance.
 Jul 2015 Anya
GieAn
Ironic
 Jul 2015 Anya
GieAn
To fix yourself,
You made me -
*broken.
And I understand. That's life.
 Jul 2015 Anya
DarkDepriment
It's funny because as poetic as I am
And how much time I spent thinking of him in the wee hours of the night
I could still only think of one word to describe him
And that word
Is
Heartless.
 Jul 2015 Anya
Rae Harrison
It wasn't committed by knife, or battle axe, or saw
Yet the softest words cut the deepest and left it bleeding raw

It wasn't committed by pistol, or shotgun, or even a rifle
Yet bullets are often shaped like the sweetest words you can stifle

It wasn't committed with poison, and chemicals, and bleach
Yet it's the simplest words that taste like the worst kind of speech

It wasn't committed by natures course, or time, or heavens plan
No, this ****** was committed on my heart by a **lying man
...don't tell me you love me if it's a lie...
 Jul 2015 Anya
gd
Liar, liar!
 Jul 2015 Anya
gd
I would be lying if I said
it didn't bother me that you were smiling
because of someone else's sunlight.

I would be lying if I said
that my heart never pulls apart
whenever I catch you in places I thought you wouldn't be.

And I would be lying if I said
I was over you choosing fear
over me.

See, the thing is, I thought I would never see you again.
I thought the second you walked out my door
would be the last time I'd see your eyes.

Yet, yesterday ironically, ours locked like two metal puzzle pieces
and the clashing of steel left ringing in my ears
and sparks flying out of my sanity.

I don't know what it is about you.
There's this sort of unexplainable heat
on the rims of your gaze that leaves a sort of branding.

And every single time your aura enters the room, I feel like the walls
are closing in on my mind, bring me down dark narrow paths
whose light you blew out whilst dousing the flames of my heart.

And maybe it's the thought of you
becoming everything I would've wanted you to be
that leaves me biting my tongue full of envy.

Because I would be lying if I told you
I was proud that all it took was the elimination of me
to make you happy.

gd
{a year ago was so different}
 Jul 2015 Anya
Wretched
Acrophobia
 Jul 2015 Anya
Wretched
I was leaning over the railings
Of your condominium's 11th floor fire exit.
It was a beautiful night, just a clear sky
Filled with stars.
I was smoking then while
You were just standing right behind me,
I leaned a little bit more.
You told me to stand back
"Aren't you scared?"
I told you that i have conquered
My fear of heights
Long before we spoke again
After weeks of complete silence.
I wasn't lying.
I wasn't afraid of falling—
dying anymore.
But that morning,
Your hands around my waist,
Lips on the nape of my neck
Just breathing,
I drowned.
My throat closed up,
My lungs filled with your scent,
My heart got heavier.
Your touch wasn't supposed to make me
Feel every inch i loved about you.
I was falling again,
Dying for your love;
I thought i have conquered my fear.

"Aren't you scared?"
Terrified.
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