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34.0k · Apr 2014
Coffee
A Apr 2014
Let's sit around a campfire
And condemn coffee together
31.4k · Apr 2014
Poverty
A Apr 2014
Emaciated bones
Shivering in shrunken clothes.

Wrinkled faces,tired eyes
Watching the sun is their only prize.

Tears burn their cut up skin
Work injures up their shins.

They cannot speak for they weep for their farmlands
They are so used to work,even with their old hands.

They are dying,dying like flies
Because they are poor and these are their lives
14.6k · Apr 2014
Monsters
A Apr 2014
Monsters sit on rainbows
And dine in daylight
They don't pester the darker things...like we think
13.5k · Apr 2014
Cant you see?
A Apr 2014
Cant you see?,
When you cry a piece of The rainforest dies
13.2k · Apr 2014
Winter
A Apr 2014
When its winter the cold is not appreciated.

But when the sun beats down and rubs us in sticky sweat,we miss that little cold and that coat of white
12.8k · Apr 2014
Grass
A Apr 2014
Why can't we be like grass?
When it gets stepped on,it gets back up
12.3k · Apr 2014
Skin and Bones II
A Apr 2014
Just skin and bones...I can almost taste that image

Just skin and bones I can see it so clear

Just skin and bones,the dream I want to attain

Just skin and bones,the woman on my wall won't look so smug now
9.6k · Jun 2014
Perfect-Imperfections
A Jun 2014
The only perfect thing in this world
Is its constant imperfections
8.0k · Apr 2014
Skin and bones III
A Apr 2014
It seems like whenever you struggle to look yourself in the mirror.
Whenever your skin irritates and appalls you,
You find someone who could spend a day in front of the mirror
Someone who treats their skin like a temple
7.3k · Jun 2014
Love Is Blind
A Jun 2014
Letting love lead
Is like letting the blind lead
You know you are going to fall
You just don't know when
7.0k · Apr 2014
Constellations
A Apr 2014
The stars dotted across the dark blue sky remind me of the multitude of my scars.

All spaced out but all connecting to form constellations.
6.3k · Apr 2014
Shyness
A Apr 2014
There once was a girl so young and naive

She was kind and her heart she would give

But she was also shy and hid behind her hair

Because lingering in her mind was constant fear

She tried for years to beat the timidness

But all her dreams were crushed by her shyness

As a result no one got to see how huge her heart was

And eventually,she became a lost cause.
5.8k · Mar 2014
over thinking
A Mar 2014
In bed..over thinking
5.1k · Apr 2014
Slumbering knife
A Apr 2014
He was the knife that slumbered in your back
3.8k · Apr 2014
Winter...
A Apr 2014
Winter has a brother,and its you
3.5k · May 2014
Death
A May 2014
Like a fog so thick and consuming
it comes when you least expect it
When your children are tucked in bed
And your lips are tucked in red wine
**Death
3.5k · Apr 2014
Rain
A Apr 2014
When the rain comes I can't help but smile

Because its mending my cracks all the while.

When the sky rumbles I may wrap a blanket close

But the lightening is the best dose

The clouds are gray and the winds are a band of terror

I just have one wish,that this bad weather will break the mirror
3.4k · Nov 2014
Little Village
A Nov 2014
I am a little village surrounded by trees that ignore me
Surrounded by cities with bright lights and woundrous tales
I am a little village surrounded by the lush spring flowers that tempt the winds with their scents.Telling them to carry them off into a forgotten land where they can share pieces of each other undisturbed
I am a little village,yes a little forgotten village with a tiny population I can count on my fingers and barely enough to feed my tattered soul
Yet I am a little village that sings the loudest at night
3.3k · Apr 2014
Pluto
A Apr 2014
I'm like pluto,
Rejected.
No longer belonging with the others and their fascinating qualities.
I'm like pluto,
Rejected
Just a mistake
3.3k · Apr 2014
Loneliness
A Apr 2014
Loneliness is like being hit with a ton of bricks everyday,only you don't die
3.3k · Apr 2014
Beast
A Apr 2014
You keep repeating this,
But I never once saw this "beast"
Maybe its because I didn't get hurt enough?I don't know...just like you don't know
2.9k · Apr 2014
Canvas
A Apr 2014
I am a canvas,but some artist left me
In front of an open window,while a storm approached
2.7k · Mar 2014
Over thinking part II
A Mar 2014
I lay here again.Quiet and distant as my little thoughts multiply and lay their eggs in my head.They grip with their tallons into the walls of my mind,making it incredibly hard for me to slip away.

"I just want to sleep" I beg them,but they are to selfish to let me go.

So as I lay here,red eyed an exhausted I wait patiently as I do what I always...over think.
Over thinking can be a task that becomes hard to keep up with but you're just so accustomed to it....
2.6k · Apr 2014
Goodbye
A Apr 2014
And so shall my presence be gone
Upon the wind and never return.
2.0k · May 2014
Float or Blend?
A May 2014
In the sea we call the world you have two choices

You either float and let yourself be seen for who you are

Or you try to blend in and end up being swallowed whole
1.8k · Apr 2014
Art
A Apr 2014
Art
I have the gift of art,but I can't put it to good use.

Creativity blurs my mind but when I touch a piece of paper with a pencil,a pen,a brush it still remains empty.

I'm too scared to even attempt to let the art flow,because I know my paintings,sketches,scribbled messed up drawings would only land me in handcuffs
1.8k · Jan 2017
Women's March
A Jan 2017
Rooms have been silent
Now they are filled with our voices
The silence is gone and our rights will be born
Conceived by the notions of our mothers
And birthed by our sisterhood and determination
Yes my sisters,
Together we will give our hopes and dreams life
1.7k · Mar 2017
Untitled
A Mar 2017
Remember when the sun kissed you darling?
No?
Look at your skin and the memories will come flooding
1.7k · May 2014
#BRING BACK OUR GIRLS
A May 2014
Our girls deserve to be home
Bring them back
Let them be free!

They deserve to walk as free girls and breathe that way

We cannot sit back while they cage them like animals

Set them free!
Please keep the nigerian girls taken In your thoughts and prayers.we need them home.
1.6k · Apr 2014
The Dead
A Apr 2014
I write letters to the dead because they are quiet and they listen.

I write letters to the dead because they like the night as much as I do.

I write letters to the dead because they never write back.
1.6k · Apr 2014
Poets are mad,crazy
A Apr 2014
Poets are mad,crazy because they can speak of their lovers lips and how those lovers collar bones curve perfectly so you may drink from it.

Poets are mad,crazy because they can speak about bones and how they can dance through your skin to reveal you are weak,frail nothing but fragile memories.

Poets are mad,crazy because in a pub full of people a single leaf that may try to escape winter would catch their eye.

Poets are mad,crazy because even in their sleep words swirl and dent themselves in their minds.

Poets are mad,crazy because whenever the wind blows,whenever the lips of someone loved moves they un code them and wrap them round their lungs.

Pets are mad,crazy because they cannot breathe without a pen,or a computer calling softly to them.

Poets are mad,crazy because they can write about things they have never experienced but still they come out like coins of silver.

Poets are mad,crazy because they can write about cemeteries and how ghostly streets  can be on the 26th of december.

Poets are mad crazy,because someone mere may just see the sun as a yellow piece hovering above,but they see it as a golden orb that signifies all life and love.

Poets are mad,crazy because no matter what they go through,no matter what they lose,no matter who they meet and what they experience,words will always be their first lovers and first friends.
We are all mad here
1.5k · Dec 2014
Abandoned
A Dec 2014
i honestly never understood how they can say you cannot breathe without someone.Oh you can breathe but the point will be that the breathing will be so painful you may start to wish you lost that ability.Because it will feel like a thousand universes are sitting on your chest yet your eyes are shut too tight to see their beauty,and you are okay with that.And maybe that is where the danger really begins,when you are content with seeing gray,blacks and white and you have put a ban on the colour spectrum threating to rip reds and blow up yellows.Then mountains begin to make homes in your head and their peaks begin to snow on your heart that had already forgotten what a warm ribcage felt like.The stars at that moment that had forged within your eyes over the months start to die out all at once and you are left standing alone in the dark once more,clutching unto the air as though it is a banister that can save you as your knees give in.Finally,finally every part of you gives and you are still awake as the weeds begin to grow on each part of you that their touch always brought to life.
1.5k · Jun 2014
Upon An Honest Mans Grave
A Jun 2014
Upon an honest mans grave they danced and joked

Upon an honest mans grave they sighed and smoked

Upon an honest mans grave they drank their wine

Upon an honest mans grave they did their line

Upon an honest mans grave they told some lies

Upon an honest mans grave they howled and cried

Upon an honest mans grave their life became so bleak

Upon an honest mans grace they were too dead to speak
1.4k · Sep 2016
Untitled
A Sep 2016
These streets ain't safe
These ******* looking at me
Like I'm some kind of bait

My melanin
Apparently intimidating
So confused
But so used to the ruse
These men, women and in between, no definitions
They call them sins
If I ain't looking like milk
Hows that funny?
Trying to make jokes about my melanin and honey
1.3k · May 2014
Mosquitoes never lie
A May 2014
Mosquitoes never lie,at least when they come close you know they want you.Even if its just for a moment.

Mosquitoes never lie,immediately they painlessly insert their mouth into you,you know its just you and them,no third party involved

And for that moment its just you both,you gain nothing from the mosquito except its presence,it gains a food source

Then as swiftly as it came it goes,leaving behind an itch and a realization.....

Oh wait
Mosquitoes do lie,
Just like you
1.3k · Apr 2014
Lost artifact
A Apr 2014
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1.3k · Dec 2013
Black And White
A Dec 2013
I  may fall to pieces soon and you wont even be there

I may shatter in sleep and you wont even care

I may get carried by the wind and never return

But the blackness of your self and whitness of mine

can never entwine

I may dine with my dolls

Form a circle,with a fake hall

play dressup one more time before i begin to break

One more lie and one more mistake

Your black desires,my pure white intentions

are destroyed like nothing else matters

the hope,the gift

its going like a life with no spirit.
1.2k · Nov 2015
Untitled
A Nov 2015
You are too young
You are too young to know
You are too young to understand
Now tell me, when has age become the factor to determine if I understand the stars in the sky
Perhaps my height is still too small and voice is still too high
1.2k · May 2014
You were a synonym for Fire
A May 2014
Everyone told me fire was dangerous
But no one told me you were a synonym for Fire
And now my heart has first degree burns
1.1k · Mar 2014
I'll Show You My Scars
A Mar 2014
I'll show you my scars I've been hiding for so long

I'll tell you of all my pain and how it stung

I'll bleed out to you and you can watch me cry

Because eternally I watch myself die

I'm afraid though of all the judging you will do

Because I can never no if ones feelings are TRUE

I'm tired and weak gazing at the stars

As I unconsciously rub my scars
1.1k · Mar 2014
Better off
A Mar 2014
I'm better off alone
I'm better off cold
1.1k · Oct 2014
I feel like a ghost town
A Oct 2014
I feel like a ghost town
so empty
torn down doors and rancid smells
what could they be?

I feel like a ghost town
creaking hinges and naked trees
strange roads and strange noises
what could they be?

I feel like a ghost town
not a single open shop
no visitors
where could they be?
1.0k · Apr 2014
Metaphors
A Apr 2014
I love metaphors,they are all that is left in my dusty old pantry
1.0k · May 2014
Bottled up
A May 2014
I bottle up my feelings in old Ribena bottles

You bottle up yours in Gin and Whiskey bottles
1.0k · May 2014
Past.Present.Future
A May 2014
Do not try running from the past
That will be too slow
Instead board a train heading for the future
While having brunch with the present
1.0k · Apr 2014
Toffee
A Apr 2014
You're like toffee,
The sweetness so irresistible
but you're going to hurt yourself at some point
971 · Dec 2016
Untitled
A Dec 2016
Darling,
I know you are scared to **** your garden
Because you are afraid it will look too bare
But those pretty flowers you crave need space to grow
So even if it takes you a lifetime
Pull the weeds
Disturb the earth
Plant new seeds
941 · Dec 2014
Untitled
A Dec 2014
I sat alone
I ate alone
I walked alone
I existed alone

Yet now you stand here waiting for us to

Seat together
Eat together
Walk together
Exist as one
931 · Jul 2015
Undressed
A Jul 2015
If one is never fully dressed without a smile
Then I must be naked all the time
921 · Oct 2015
Dear Nightingale
A Oct 2015
Dear nightingale, won't you sing to me your sweet song?
As I watch the moon cast it's shadow unto your tainted wings?
I want to be absorbed in a world of your tune
Dancing until the sun allows us
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