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The kind of words I love to read
Are words that inspire
Words that spark an ember
That flashes into a fire

Words that encourage
And words that edify
Are easy on the mind
And pleasing to the eye

Words that are motivating
Within their ebb and flow
Can be to someone transformative
As they forward go

A word of optimisim
Can bring forth a clearer view
And be so very refreshing
When you think it could be true

We should always guard our mind
Against negative word intrusion
Allowing only what builds up
To have in our mind inclusion

Every word we read affects our life
In the context of its composition
For all words read hold the power
For mind and thought transition
I saw my ex today.
we're friends now you see,
but the attraction still lingers between us
like a magnetic field,
Even though we've both moved on.
Sometimes I regret leaving him,
because when I was with him,
like a bird soaring the sky,
I felt free.
maybe it's because deep down inside,
I want to go back to him,
but for the first time in his life,
I feel happy to see him with someone else.
His finally decided to settle down.
I'm trying to go there,
I'd like to be somewhere,
I'd like to have a grey hair,
or two.
I'd sure like to say I'm a science buff,
I envy those who say "I don't have enough!"
when I'm the one with nothing looking rough.
I filed for FAFSA today and felt like expressing how I feel.
I've been through hell and back sometimes kids my age or older or younger for that matter, irritate me because they complain about how hard it is and how they don't wanna go to school, it makes me livid, if only they had seen or been through what I have, even just a tenth of what I've experienced and they would surely love to go to school as I would.
It's raining luck
And I'm sitting here under an umbrella
He would stick all his dreams inside a bottle
Then throw it away into the sea
Watching it slowly being carried away by the water
Reaching to a being in the sky if he'll ever see tomorrow
He keeps gazing at the bottle
Hoping it would stay afloat
So he could share his dreams and hopes
With another lost soul
But instead the bottle sinks
And doesn't seem visible from the far
So now his dreams are kept secret
Only the bottom of the sea knows how he feels
My brain is a very dark place.
Our love is a road trip
We take long rides to the unknown
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