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 Jun 2014 Md HUDA
leena
P or L
 Jun 2014 Md HUDA
leena
pride or love
you have to get rid of one
to keep the other
 Jun 2014 Md HUDA
Ashley Garreau
I ball up my paper fists,
As I've thrown words away like skipping stones,
To be lost forever under waves of new thoughts,
Leaving nothing behind but a ripple,
That soon disappears.
I drank my tears,
Tasting only salt that’s left from the dried up sea.
I have no ink left in my fragile veins,
Only dull scissors,
Not even able to cut through my paper wrists,
In order to squeeze out drafts,
Of every shriveled word I have left,
To write,
Gasping for life,
From the recycle bin in the corner of my mind.
My brain is a tomb of lines,
An elephant graveyard of the bones of ideas,
A dumpster full of still born thoughts,
Stanzas aborted that were never brought,
To light,
But I leave them a rose,
And give them a stone engraved with my blood,
And hold it tight within my paper fists,
My nimble grip,
Getting ready to skip,
Across the tides of growing lakes.
I’m waiting for the damns to break,
And release the raging flood,
Held back with the weight of memories,
Of what I've lost,
And all the heaviness,
Of what I've loved,
And then,
I’ll write about it.
 Jun 2014 Md HUDA
Meenu Syriac
A tear for the fallen
A shadow hiding behind the cover
A dew drop on a leaf
Blown out into the open by the wind.
A song for the dreamer
As he puts the rope around his neck
A letter for the lover
As she walks off with another man.
A kiss on the cheek
Before they close the lid of his coffin

Everything has an ending
As the colors fade into nothing
Every hello and goodbye
Every tear and smile
Every moment to behold
This life has its closing act
A scene of exit,
Where your choices, you make
As you define yourself
The way you sign your name
A billion people around the world
Living and breathing
Every act, every take
Every decision, every stake
Does it leave a mark?
Does it change a heart?
love it can be fatal when its been denied
it can drive you crazy even suicide
it can take your world fill it with despair
when the love you had is no longer there

it can be so cruel break your heart in two
turn you inside out rip the soul from you
but you must be strong. let time make it mend
dont let it get to you down send you round the bend

then love will return to your heart inside
and replace the love that was once denied
 Jun 2014 Md HUDA
Mauri Pollard
People tell me that two years
is equivalent to the speed of a bullet train.
But I think they just say that
because they don't bleed when you're gone.
And 'cause they don't hear your name
when the wind whispers through the quakies.
To them, September is when
the leaves change
and the sun dims,
but when you hold me,
September is still too hot and should never be lonely.
People tell me I'll blink and twenty-four months will have
danced before my eyelids,
But they're just saying that
so I don't have to cry oceans at their doorstep
at one o'clock in the morning
because you were busy watching metal come alive.
And letters are good,
even though handwriting is bad,
but pen isn't the same as
hearing your voice breathe
'I love you'
or
feeling it in your arms.
Two years is a lot longer than twelve days,
and because of this
I know they are wrong,
And I have every right to feel like
I am drowning.
 Jun 2014 Md HUDA
Skia Kyria
and so you are quiet again.
Playing games.
In your own world inhabited by the tales of the day. It's okay...
I also do not have much to say...

I'm  in a vibe of total craze,
in a crave for a total haze...
i retract into a mute world with a blank face...
a place where nobody knows my name
so make believe i should be ashamed.

The dark graces me with comfort in a dark blue shade...
it falls around me and takes all the pain away.
All the melancholy for which i find no blame.
All the insecurities that drive me insane.
This lousy life, what monotonous game.
 Jun 2014 Md HUDA
Mehma Kunwar
And how she wonders
that the time
when she had nothing
but you
outshines the time
now
when she has everything
but you
Hungry heart,
thirsty soul
Has all the riches
yet a poor as whole
Somebody might be missing you, love yourself.
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