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I'm never scared
That's what I say
Because deep inside, I scream lies
And that's why I'm this way.
My soul holds all these secrets
While my heart silently cries
Everyday I try to let go of this chaos
That my better half tries to hide
I appear to be together
But inside I'm a mess
I blame my twisted thoughts and dreams
That bring me this distress..
I blame those hurtful memories
That gave me this despair
"How fortunate" you reply to me
When I say I'm never scared.
 Jul 2015 ylruceiram
maxine
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 Jul 2015 ylruceiram
maxine
You can crave to have someone elses qualities while in the meantime someone else is longing to be as gifted as you in some way.

Never fully satisfied with yourself, you want to be bigger and better.

Because you choose to hear out the people that think you aren't good enough and need better characteristics, and not the ones that think you are beautiful just the way you are.
You are you for a reason. ;)
 Jul 2015 ylruceiram
Asim Javid
you try to search
beauty in complexities
of nature....
when it takes a
SPECK OF DUST
to beautify you
for eternity
She is beautiful.
Not because her hair is flawless or her skin is soft.
Not because she is tall nor because her smile reminds you of dandelions.
Not because her nails are painted and her clothes are all so clean.

She is beautiful because she understands you and loves your soul. She is beautiful because she truly loves you, and after all; what is more beautiful than that.
 Jul 2015 ylruceiram
Deanna
.     what was the first line you let him
                              cross?
                  what was the last?
         when exactly did you decide  
            to lose yourself to him?
     when did you start to lose respect  
                       for yourself?
         when did it finally come back?
                            has it?
           why do you still miss him
        when you have someone new,    
                     someone kind    

       why was he the first person you    
                       wanted to call
            when your grandmother
           was sent  to the hospital?
         why is every ******* thing
                          you write
                centered around him?
             when did you become so    
             disgustingly emotional?
                        shake it off
                          grow up.
not even really a poem im just emotional and i had to get it out
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