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  Jan 2018 mumu
empty seas
sometimes
i want to
s c r a t c h  m y  s k i n  o f f
peel it off my body
in a desperate attempt
to set free the
self-hatred and anxiety

sometimes
i want to
t a k e  a  k n i f e  t o  m y  f a t
carving it away
shaping my body
into something
that won't disgust me

sometimes
i want to
s t a r t  o v e r
take an unforgiving blade
to the girl i used to be
run away until my lungs burst
and i'm finally set free
mumu Jan 2018
All hearts are beautiful.
They are all different,
But all of them are beautiful.
There are hearts
That are so pure.
Innocent,
Need to be kept.
Some are fragile,
That faces so many pains.
So, handle it with care.
There are hearts
That is so strong.
Can stand alone,
But still wishing for protection.
There are also scared heart.
Mad heart.
Sad heart.
But,
Whatever heart
You have inside
Remember,
All hearts are beautiful
And so, it must be loved.
I'm still figuring out what kind of heart I have and I guess I have the "scared" one. But when the time that I figured out what kind of heart I have, may someone be there to accept it. :)
  Jan 2018 mumu
Megan B
I hope when they tell you I'm pretty
you tell them about my kindness,
about how I donated my birthday money when I was ten
and refuse to listen to anyone's negative self-talk.

I hope when they tell you I'm pretty
you tell them about my passion,
about how I put my entire heart into everything I do
and my eyes light up when talking about something I love.

I hope when they tell you I'm pretty
you tell them about my intelligence,
about how I could discuss neurological models all day
and see each academic challenge as a puzzle to be solved.

I hope when they tell you I'm pretty
you tell them how perfect we are for each other,
about how we both think that morning is when you wake up, regardless of time,
and fully accept each other for who we are.

I hope when they tell you I'm pretty
you tell them, "Oh, but she is so much more."
mumu Jan 2018
One day morning,
The birds are chirping.
The flowers are blooming.
I say "Hi" to my friends
Laugh with them.
One day morning
I am okay.

That day afternoon
The sky turns to gray
Cold wind blows
Rain starts to fall
I don't want to see my friends
That day afternoon
I'm not okay.

That evening night
No moon shining
No stars twinkling
I am ignoring my friends calls
I just cry for no reason
I feel empty, I feel nothing
That evening night
I know I'm not gonna be okay

But,

That evening night
I'm still wishing to be okay.
With or witout depression, we all wanted to be okay, to be in peace. One day, we all can be. :)
mumu Jan 2018
a woman shouldn't be called by sweet names,
'cause she can also be bitter when neglected.
a woman shouldn't be called a princess or a queen,
'cause she can also be a knight when hurt.
a woman shouldn't be called love,
'cause she can also use her intelligence to know of you are cheating.
a woman should be called by her name,
'cause it is the most lovely thing she will hear from the man she loves.
Personally, if I get involved into a relationship, I prefer to be called by my name. I just love the thought that man you love says your name over and over with such love and affection :)

PS. I really enjoy lower case in writing my poems. :)
mumu Dec 2017
This is who you are.
Beautiful—
No. You are not.
You are Ugly.
To be specific
You are a girl full of insecurities.
You are a girl full of envy in veins—
Yes. You are.
Are you Self worth?
Are you Confident?
You are not.
Are you the girl who always compare herself to others?
Are you the girl who cannot standout?
Are you the girl who cannot make her own light?
Yes you are.
Are you loved?
No.
You are not wanted.
(Don't forget to read it backward :))

This new year, let us have a new perspective about your self. You are beautiful. Please remember that.
mumu Dec 2017
Go ahead, sing your heart out
      from all the pain and miseries.

Go ahead, cry out loud
      to take away the sadness.

Go ahead and shout
      all the madness you have.

Go ahead and live now.
      That's how life really works.
It is may be clichè but somewhat is true that life is not a series of happiness, actually, most of the time it is a series of sadness, madness, pain and heartaches. But after those, smile and be happy and proud that you overcome all of it. :)
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