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  Jan 2016 Jane
J
People try to right the wrongs in me,
Eventually I have to agree.

After I make my change,
Oddly, it’s always kind of strange.

People end up catching on my bad habit,
Change doesn’t happen too rapid.



*but eventually people WILL change
why do I even change to adapt to people
  Jan 2016 Jane
Ignatius Hosiana
You take credit for my poem
You've stolen my emotions,
my heart,my hurt and my notions
But you deny yourself the opportunity
Of being you for with my poems
It's me,whether it's your name
Underneath or above
Write your own, write something you deserve
For plagiarism is climbing a mountain from above
Try the slopes, hold to your hopes
Listen to that voice inside
One day you might become a poet
I wasn't one either
But stealing someone else's didn't get me here.
  Jan 2016 Jane
J
The thought of losing you,
Was unbearable knowing it’s true.
I’m still unsure of what to do,
Should I just let go too?

It’s so confusing to think,
Every happened with a link.
Time with you, went by in a blink.
Maybe we just didn’t sync.

My feelings are so mixed,
Somehow there’s something that can’t be fixed.
My mind still thinking a midst
More time is what I wished.

I’ve made a million mistakes,
If there was another chance, I’d retake.
But these scars will remain.
At least until my life’s bane.

One chance was all I had,
Took it for granted, don’t be mad.
Kind of felt a bit glad,
That you didn’t feel sad.

Whoever the other guy may be,
I hope he opens his heart to see.
The beauty in you that has yet to flee.
Just that someone, will never be me.

My mind said that, It’s over.
My life needs a turnover.
Deep down, in my heart.
I know that I still love you.
well,
Jane Jan 2016
And today I lost a friend,
It's a fact I can't comprehend.
But you're a person I can no longer depend,
And this is how it ends.
  Jan 2016 Jane
J
I got friends and family who care,
They were always there.






*At least they were.
Just not anymore
  Jan 2016 Jane
Ignatius Hosiana
You ask why I no longer write
Well,my heart ran out of ink
My mind can no longer think
The boat of my dreams did but sink
The wells of inspiration are dry
Thus no matter how much I try
Can't find enough to drink
And I'm caring no more,broke that link
For in my armour emotion was the *****
Yet my passionless thoughts ****** stink
  Jan 2016 Jane
Estherzz21
The beeps didn't seem to revive,
The bumps didn't seem to arise,
The heartbeats that weren't alive,
And the body that's deprived.

Those nonexistence drops of tears,
Those never-ending blisters,
Those eyes gleaming once with fears,
Yet now it dies with no hints of cheers.

Terror was what kept you warmed,
Love was what made you wile,
Hatred was simply deformed,
But Death was what made you smile.
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