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  May 2015 Livingdeadgirl
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The things people say and do, often leave me, laughing....

The things people say and do, often leave me, crying....

The things people say and do, often leave me, bewildered....

The things people say and do, often leave me, confused.....

The things people say and do, often make me, happy....

The things people say and do, often make me, sad....

The things people say and do, often make me, hurt....

I cannot deal with stupidity, ignorance and people with a lack of common sense.

I don't like "excuses" and the words "I can't".

I have seen so much of life, I no longer get excited or stressed. Everything to me is just a thing, yet I stay wise to everything. I don't know about you, but the 2 G's drive me. God and Green $$$

Am I better then the next person, absolutely not!
Do I care what people think of me, absolutely not!

Can I learn something from anyone, absolutely!
Will I help someone if it is in my control, absolutely!

Do I have love in my heart for everyone, all the time!
Do I care about what goes on in my community, all the time!
~~
All had been removed
one by one
Take all!
But do not take away this little light
Open the window
Let the wind come

I will not protest any day
will not say against you
Even when I got empty I do not want to
Those yellow crops,
Fertile barren fields
all yours

Do not want to
Never ask you for anything expensive

But in return
I want to see those yellow marigolds,
The silver moonlit of the lonely moon
And a newly bloomed red rose,
The aroma of gardenia in the air
For my awaiting beloved,
So Let the wind come

I'll give you more!
The Hidden gold pitcher of my grandma,
The Saved Silver coin of my ancestor,
Gold, precious locket,
Antics-
The Diamond Crown
– All -

But want to return
My beloved's smile which has taken from
The golden shining day where I had left her
The very Sweet Southern wind where my Spring plays
My lost grasshopper

Lost love Song
My mother's simple smile,
The paper boats of my springtime,
My grandma's fairytale
And a piece of open sky where I take a little breath

Where my kites of dreams fly
Dances with Seven colors of love
~~
@Musfiq us shaleheen
Every single day I wait,
For nothing; In my mind.
A numb feeling is set in place,
Unremovable, and too deep to find.
I let the shadows swallow me,
So alone is all I know,
My hidden face from the world,
Too selfless to let it show.
But through the muted darkness,
I see him fall and fold,
Just beyond my touch,
Beyond me to be so bold.
Instead I let him go,
Hoping I did what was right.
He was my fulfilling purpose,
My  only living life.
I skipped a page in a missing book,
and filled myself with a lie,
I told them that I didn’t care,
I turned away and never said goodbye.
Every single day I wait,
For nothing; In my mind.
Everyday I look at myself and ask;
What have I left behind?

*Everything.
An old poem from January 16th, 2014.
For an old friend, Ahkira

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