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  Apr 2018 GulRukh
Brooke
Once upon a time,
the world seemed like mine.
In a garden of black gold,
an unknown story yet to unfold.
A bud so newly born,
rose guarded by its thorns.
Freely basking in the Sun,
I became the chosen one.
To live another day,
better to be plucked away.
Spreading Roots fail to grow,
rot begins to take its blow.
Fungus slowly eats you through,
relentless efforts failed you.
All that was withers and fades,
taken by its shearing blades.
Lost forever to a fortune unseen,
a fate no one would ever dream.
Fibromyalgia ~ Feelings of being taken over... What was no-longer is... Nor will it ever be...
  Apr 2018 GulRukh
katarina
they say true love is unconditional.
so who's lying
them or you?
  Apr 2018 GulRukh
Amanda Kay Burke
I love him after all this time
I want him to know the pain I went through
But I am sure his eyes will never read this
So it does not feel right saying "you"

We will never have a relationship again
He made that fact perfectly clear
I must go through this life alone
I have no one to hold near

I think it is better off this way
Iron cage built around my heart
Miles of highway between him and I
To ensure we stay apart
This is another oldie I just found. Sometimes what you want most is the thing you need the least.
GulRukh Apr 2018
When I look into your eye
They are deep like a lie
unpredictable you and I
like a cold day in July
let's spread our wings and fly,
let's be together forever or just let me die
I am a big bright star in the night sky
and you are the full moon of 22nd July
I am roaring wave waiting for you to dive
Standing in my window
Your presence make my feelings ignite
Maybe your love is the only reason why
I survive
then I ask for password of your Wi-Fi
you roll your eyes and deny
I shut the windows after saying goodbye
Short Lived Love
  Apr 2018 GulRukh
tc
of one thing
i am sure
and that is
that i am
unsure of
myself
and it’s funny
how i can’t
sleep but my
chest closes its
eyes and hums
with a heartbeat
that is unsure of
itself, too.
i try to morph
into a body
i don’t feel
belongs to me
just so i can
fit somewhere
fit in somewhere
and i tell so
many stories
about the
universe, it
forever feels
like i am trying
to remain lost.
i am unsure
of myself;
connecting the
moles on my
skin as if they
will spell out
something bigger
so i can feel
like i matter,
at least for
a little while.
i sleep beside
myself, stare at
a reflection
so unfamiliar
i couldn’t even
identify it in
a crowd of
strangers, but
i am trying.
and one day
i’m sure i’ll
be sure
of myself but
until then,
i’ll morph into
someone i can
be proud of
and hope that
the universe
sends me back
to myself.
  Apr 2018 GulRukh
Amanda Kay Burke
If I could turn back time
I would hit Backspace all day,
Id put on Caps Lock
and SHOUT what I say.

I'd use the whole Alphabet
To tell you hello,
Press seven Numbers
Til you picked up the phone.

I'd Tab through the comments
I didn't want to hear,
And use the Arrow Keys
To drag your body near.

I would Delete the harsh words
I didn't mean to speak,
And Insert the "I love yous"
I before couldn't leak.

I would use Ctrl to
Keep reigns over my heart,
And I would Escape lies
That tore us apart.

I'd Print out your photo
And kiss it goodnight,
Use the Calculator
To check that we were right.

I'd Paint you a picture
of us, you and me,
Then I'd hit Enter
Just so you would see.

Those are the things
I would do in my strife,
If only Backspace
worked in real life.
This is the first poem (that I have a copy of) i wrote that I actually thought was good. I was in seventh grade, twelve years old, and I wrote it for a newspaper competition. I knew it was really great but I didn't think I would beat all other applicants in the state in my age group. So you can imagine my surprise I'm sure when I DID win! That is the first time I was proud of my writing. So this one has a lot of special sentimental value. Thanks for reading.
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