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 May 2014 Fatıma
Andrew Durst
I'm going to continue smiling,
opening the door for others,
laughing at my mistakes and flaws,
enjoying what I find interesting,
and being polite even to those who probably don't deserve it.
But I am not a judge
nor do I have the power to dictate what anyone should receive.
So,
I will try not let anyone's
bitterness or intolerance
prevent me from being the good person I know I should be.
It's not "being stepped on"
It's understanding that not everything goes as planned.
 May 2014 Fatıma
Andrew Durst
You're nothing like
a good back massage
after a really long day.

You're more of a toe
that has been stubbed
off a coffee table
at 3 am;

You **** me off.
Sometimes I think I'm funny.
 May 2014 Fatıma
Amitav Radiance
The obvious obfuscates the mind,
The obvious sometimes we not read;
The obvious, from we dare not veer;
The obvious is always so ubiquitous,
The obvious is what misses the mark,
The obvious, from we always try to hide;
The obvious fails to ring a bell of caution,
The obvious is what we choose not to see,
The obvious, we see through tainted glass.
The obvious reason we miss out on truth;
It is obvious of our nature to create our own,
The obvious cannot always mar our perception;
The obvious is not so obvious, like an apparition,
Mistaking the obvious for a hallucination;
And not dwelling on the obvious, but everything else.


© Amitav (Radiance)
 May 2014 Fatıma
Hayleigh
You told me I wanted it,
But still to this day,
I don't think I've ever wanted anything less.
The feel of your hot breath
Against my *******,
Is a feeling I will never forget,
Though if wishes come true it'd be one of the few I'd chose
To lose.

You tore off my trousers
And in that instant,
You snatched away my innocence,
Like a thief in the night
And it was night,
Only thieves steel objects, not
Metaphorical representations of childhood.

This wasn't love making
This was sin,
And the devil danced in victory, between the sheets.

Tears laces my cheeks,
And dropped down my neck
And you lapped them up
In a split sec
Ond.
You trespassed all over me
With those poisoned lips
Those soiled hands
My hips didn't respond to the demands
You imposed and
I tried so desperately to close you out.

But,
You came in anyway,
Like a supermarket,
Despite the sign clearly lined to remind you
That it was out of hours.
Despite the plaque that said keep of the grass
You trampled on it anyway
And the hundred showers
I drowned myself in after
The fake smiles, the laughter
Still haven't succeeded in
Washing you out.
Of everything.
You seep through the cracks
Every night, as I hold myself tight
I have to remind myself
You're not there
You're elsewhere.
And people wonder why I struggle to sleep
My answer
I forgot how to count sheep
After the night you sliced up my dreams and threw me into relentless nightmares.
 May 2014 Fatıma
pastelflowr
Hatred
 May 2014 Fatıma
pastelflowr
You don't like me?
You hate me?
It's okay
It's doesn't bother me

Everyday
Every single minute
You talk about me
You bad mouthed about me
Telling everyone
How disgrace I am
How I don't deserve to be alive

You slowly stabbed me
With your words
Like a sword
Rupturing all part of my body
Tearing every single cell in it

Are you happy now?
Are you satisfied?
Does it worth?
Are you done talking about me?

Now, it's my turn
Let me talk
Let me say
All the words
All the things
That I've been holding these days

Let me talk
Let me say
All the words
All the things
What I think of you

"I feel pity of you."

'Cause
The hatred
Fill the emptiness of your heart
The bloods flow into every part of your body
Full of hatred

"I'm grateful to you."

You cared about my life
Every part of it without any miss
You noticed all mistakes that I made
Even the tiniest one
That cannot be seen with naked eyes

"Thank you."

You opened my eyes wide
Make me realise
Who's the real friends
And
Who's the fake one

You let me know
Who's my friends
Who's my foe

But
Not every devil is a devil from the start

So now,
Tell me
Tell me why
Why you're doing this?
Our life is short..
We don't have times for hating anyone..
Spares your times for the precious one..
:)))
 May 2014 Fatıma
Momo
Perfection
Is
Just
A
Myth
From
The
Pits
Of
Insecurity
Oh, the somber wind blows
the ice and the snow.
It’s a different kind of cold
that chills to the bones.
Bringing self doubt to what we think we know,
when all we want to do is just go home.
But when the world says no
you’re left with nowhere to go.
Lost and alone,
the somber wind blows.
I just wanted to try to write something with the same rhyme all the way through and this is what I came up with. I'm not terribly pleased with it but I thought I'd share anyway.
 Apr 2014 Fatıma
thinklef
I met him at the grocery store,
his arms so strong Like that of a stone,
he looked so stunning miss he said,
you look like a bunny,
let me give you a ride,
I think its sunny,
I was ashamed,
who cares when offered me a shade,
at least he could share,
he sounded so amazing,
I was freezing,
weeks gone by,
I placed him in friend zone,
after we got back from ozone,
he hardly spend,
but keeps complaining his bank account is red,
as a girl of class,
I was fed up of him bringing bread,
funny enough,
he never asked us to go to bed,
my homies,
said he was a zombie,
soon enough I drove him,
weeks gone by,
I saw him in a Lamborghini,
with my best friend,
who said he was lame ,
I'm all to be blamed,
I will never forget her name.
C:2014 Apr24
 Mar 2014 Fatıma
hello
Hands
 Mar 2014 Fatıma
hello
I really like hands
They show how much a person
Has been through
How old they are.
When you hold hands
You feel love
When you fidget your hands
You feel nervousness
When someone plays with your
Hands or fingers
It's a crush.
Soft hands
Old hands.
You make music with hands
And touch people with hands
Like how eyes are the windows
To the soul,
Hands are the connectors
To our inner self.
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