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 Dec 2014 Dylan crafton
Shanijua
What does it mean to be tragically  beautiful?
My life is not beautiful!
A tragedy maybe, but never beautiful.
Why must they try to make
everything beautiful?
There is nothing wrong with the nasty, putrid,
repulsive things that are this world.
 Dec 2014 Dylan crafton
MKF
I Think
 Dec 2014 Dylan crafton
MKF
I think you're hard to get over
I think you could still be mine
I think you're a super nova
I think you make the world shine
I think you're made of stardust
I think you know that you are
I think that love might destroy us
I think that you're near yet so far
I think you know that you're perfect
I think you know that I'm hooked
I think if you left I'd be heart wrecked
I think you can't be overlooked
I think I'll love you forever
I think you've stolen my heart
I think I'll follow you wherever
I think we should never part
I think you know that I love you
I think you might just be scared
I think you might love me too
I think this love might be shared
For Trevor
How can I love you
when you don’t love me?
Like everybody,
I am a human
And I have a heart,
a selfish heart
which wants me to be happy
So,
Is it possible to love you selflessly?
I don’t know….


Lying in the ground,
If I stare at the sky
and the merrily flickering
white clouds,
I think of you.
And, when the cloud flows
with the help of zephyr
forming your sketch
in the colossal blue canvas,
I adore the view
that leads me to you.


At the nights,
as the cricket sings outside,
I remember the cool autumn nights
when I used to sing
love songs for you.
My voice used to pierce
the soft part of your heart
and with teary eyes; you
used to kiss me at the
pale moon light.
Ah! My love,
that was my paradise.


And Now,
My heart shivers in pain
because it misses you,
your divine touch of
your lips on mine,
and the  warmth of
your soul.
My trembling body
rushes towards the window,
and I gaze the shimmering
stars and the glistening
moon.
Each reminds me of you.


But how can I keep on
loving you,
as the very crystal moon
and the gleaming  stars
never remind you of me?
How can I keep smiling
when you sketch the face
of some other person
but mine,
on that very lovely
moonshine.


For how long should I try
to be strong,
and
avert myself from
doing something wrong?
No matter, how selflessly
I did start,
I am finding it sore,
to hush
my egoistic heart..


If today I try
to run away,
this breeze with your
aroma
comes my way.
And,
reminds me of you,
Once again.
Once again, I
crave for your touch
and the tears will only fall
with the golden memories
of such.


I want you to know this,
If you decide to leave me
and keep me waiting for you
stranded all alone,
I may no longer be selfless.
My pounding heart may
break into million pieces
and, my love,
tell me how can I still love you
with that shattered heart?

I am not that strong……
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 Dec 2014 Dylan crafton
Alex m
Smile
 Dec 2014 Dylan crafton
Alex m
They say I have changed that I need to smile more
I used to smile everyday without care of what others say
But now I must work to show a smile
I must push myself so that people stop asking  and telling me the things that hurt me the most
"Are you ok?" "You look depressed" "You make others happy"
When is it someones turn to make me happy?
Why must I work so hard for people that do not acknowledge my pain
The answer is because they can't
The smile has permanently left my face and a new one is drawn over it
My tears have been washed away just so they can be replaced with more
So I will be here making others smile just as I always have
But I wonder if they will truly miss me when I am gone?
If you had a bad day today
I just wanted to remind you
That you are wonderful
And you are worthy of life
I am here if you need to talk
I am here if you need to vent
Nothing anyone ever says
Nothing that ever happens
Is worth tearing yourself apart over
because this life
is yours
don't let society
take your life
away from you
you are a beautiful soul :)
To the people who had a bad day today
Elementary school taught me the popular pinky promise
An action that ensures you keep your word
Middle school taught me that promises weren't always kept
So did high school
And so did you
You wrapped your pinky around my neck
Choking out my tears
And then looked at me like I was to blame
I only blame myself for believing you
Over and over
Promises are elementary my dear father
Why didn't you learn that lesson?
WRITE FROM YOUR HEART AND NOT YOUR MIND
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