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  May 2014 Fatıma
r
Before your eyes fill
with fading,
come rest them here.
Let my shoulders bear
your burden;
let me absorb your tears.
Give this day a rest;
your wounded heart
is weary.
Close your tired eyes;
you've done your best.
Close your tired eyes,
and let me do the rest.

r ~ 5/16/14
  May 2014 Fatıma
Mike Hauser
I want to read a book
That's never been read
Hear a gentle word
That's never been said
I want to sit back
And close my eyes
When I open them up
Everything is alright

I want to ring a bell
That's never been rung
Sing along to a song
That's never been sung
Pull back the curtain
With all of my might
So I can expose
Everything is alright

I want to see
What has never been seen
Take a long walk
In the hands of a dream
Reach as far as I can
The highest of heights
And pull down to earth
Everything is alright

I want a spot
Where I feel I belong
Take all that I've got
Before it is gone
I want to shine
The brightest of lights
So I can find
Everything is alright
Fatıma May 2014
And it hurts that I
Can't be what everyone wants
Or what anyone needs
And it hurts that I
Can't be what
I want
Or what
I need
Because I'm not enough
And won't be enough
And I'll never be close to enough
And I'm just so **** tired
Current feeling sick
Fatıma May 2014
Yesterday I watched
The sun touch the horizon
In such a way
That even the sky blushed
And I thought about what I'd do
To do something like that to you
From a guy's POV
  May 2014 Fatıma
Denisse
It feels like having a nightmare
It must be the sweetest daydream
But then, it turns to be a failure,
in the top of the balance beam.

Staying up all night with not so easy stuff
Being with that electric numeric thing without sleeping
Being crazy analyzing
There are loads of question marks everyday in my head.

This is maybe not for me
HE cut me down so I can see
It's not facing an avenue of broken dreams
There is just a time not to hold.

I'm falling but it doesn't mean I will stop trying.
This is one of the special poem I made for myself and for whoever read this. I have this special power called FAITH to continue with my dreams. As the Bible said: "To every thing there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven" (Ecclesiastes 3) Dream big. Let Go[D]
  May 2014 Fatıma
Amanda In Scarlet
Pathetic
But my tears are mirrored by the rain,
Lashing me...lashing myself...
Pathetic
But the howling wind is my voice
I feel it in my throat,
Reaching up into my head,
Tearing carefully nurtured calm out by the roots,
Stealing my screams.
Pathetic
But these January gales exactly match my mood,
And somehow comfort, with discomfort.
I'm in the right place
Weathering the storm,
Wearing Winter's face.
  May 2014 Fatıma
amrutha
Emotions are like colors
Some yellow, some red and green
Pour them out on paper
Paint over them with black.
What do you know?
Emotion runs behind.
What do you see?
Nothing.
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