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 Jan 2015 Beeha
DC raw love
Came from the poor
Became an addict
Always working
To support my habit
Never stole
Very young
I moved one day
2000 miles away
I didn't have a clue
What to do or who to be
I made it big
And owned companies
My habbit found me
Was a function addict
Had many good friends
Always giving
Always caring
I went to prison
To get rid of my habit
I started writing
5 times a day
It was about my feelings
And the life that I had
I'm now away
From that style of life
I still have my companies
And I now have god
I help with the teens
I give to the poor
I teach drug awareness
I manage rap groups
And I'm always caring
I give nothing but love
To people I don't know
I would change my life
For nothing in this world
 Dec 2014 Beeha
Gul e Dawoodi
I am a girl who stays at home all day long.
I go to college but still act like school kids.
I like to make weird noises and weird faces in front of the mirror.(and my room locked)
I am very shy.
I never have any idea about anything that happens around me, always lost in my lame thoughts.
I like to  text my friends but they don't reply instantly and that makes me mad.
I am so dumb and feel like I am never going to be perfect enough for someone.
My friends think that I am a nerd. I don't know why they do that.
That's all :)  :p
Note: it's a challenge.  If you like it then write about yourself a little bit. And      
don't forget to use these hashtags. :)
 Dec 2014 Beeha
Nicholas
Before the evening came,
The dusk spoke up to my spirit
'bout the redemption it brought to beautiful lives,
I got sunk into the ocean, in a minute
& the memory of my heart walked out into the ashes... to darkling nights

The ashes of my heart flattered across the street
I smoked for a while
& a glass of wine stole the breeze
My eyes glared at the pages written by me late-night
I tried so hard to arrange but every note got flamed up into the pieces of my life.
Yeah... December`s up so is my writing! ;)
 Dec 2014 Beeha
Erenn
Hollow
 Dec 2014 Beeha
Erenn
This body depriving me within 
Tints of sorrows conjured up-
In stains of abstinence of pure hollow
I couldn't breathe last night
My blood clogged up by my sins
Impasse on notions of my denial 

These paths lead me to dusk
At dawn I break just to fall again
I tried my best only to be drowned- 
Repetitively in this weir of waste
These eyes have not seen the world
Only norms that understood my roots of pain

I hid in places that no one knew 
Its host brought me to this ecstasy of elation
Only to realized it’s a transient rapture 
Only to torment & torture my desires
I saw my reflection inside these glinting bubbles
Scars of contempt & disgust
Filled my heart with pure dejection

**Is this what I’m left with?
Will tonight be my time?
Will I be free incessantly?
Are we all really free?
Choose before you lose,
Your mind.
 Dec 2014 Beeha
Erenn
Bipolar
 Dec 2014 Beeha
Erenn
The mind has its boundaries
Taking every life to its pasture
You often deny your existence is valid
Drained to flout all the people-
That tried to alleviate your worst outcome
You can’t foresee what’s imminent
Yet your past hinders you to move forward

Motions of the night sky
Appeases you within
The stars glinting like they know you exist
Taking every setback that you had
Full of misery & regret
You fathom what if you didn't live
It doesn't make any difference
To be conceived into eminence or filth

The fear of disappointment escalates
Disappointing your loved ones resents you
You concealed every skin of-
Impetus that espoused
Knowing you could be
Abundantly stronger than this
Yet fluctuation compels you
To cower in distress  

'Why can't I be normal?'
You questioned this in your head everyday
Fragments that made you elated dissipates-
Every time you tried to defeat yourself
Falling again & again

You’re afraid of losing your conscience-
Into the abyss that kept drawing you in
You conjure up notions of ingenuity
Just to rupture it repetitively

*Is this who you really are?
Is this what you really wanted?
To infinitely hate yourself?
You are better than this
I know it's not easy.
But, go out! It's not easy overcoming the enemy.
When the enemy is you. I get it. But this life, the life you're breathing has so much more to give. You have so much love to give. Let the hate out.
Be free. Don't let it end you,
knowing you're better than this.
(I repost this cause I think it deserves the recognition to spread the message that i wanna bring out)
 Dec 2014 Beeha
Erenn
Starbucks☕
 Dec 2014 Beeha
Erenn
He was reading
So was she
She was giggling
Full of glee
His heart stopped
When their eyes met
She knew it'll be the first
She would never forget

He tried to approach her
But to no avail
His heart pumped faster
He knew he would fail

She was eagerly waiting
Wondering why he didn't move
Is there something on her face?
Did something came loose?

He broke through enmity
Believing it could be more
He got up and accidentally-
Yelled his name out!
"CAN WE BE FRIENDS!?"

She laughed so loud
He thought she was like the rest
He was about to leave
When she pulled him
*"Hi, my name is …….."
(This was surprisingly based on a true story)
2 years ago to be exact:D
 Dec 2014 Beeha
Erenn
Hand Signs
 Dec 2014 Beeha
Erenn
It’s not easy when I was five
It’s not easy to grasp everything
Learning these new ‘signs’
So others would empathize
Demoralized only to be scrutinized
Wondering why they always laughed
I never knew how it sounds like
But it hurts me deep inside

It’s not easy when I was ten
They wrote on the board
How I always pretend
I keep smiling despite everything
I did pretend
Pretending tomorrow
Everything will end

It’s not easy when I was fifteen
Almost everyone doesn't comprehend
These hands I use to eat & speak
I can read their lips saying,
"FREAK, FREAK, FREAK!!!"
But this time I didn't pretend
Mama always told me before she left
"Your voice is louder than the rest!"

It’s easier now that I’m twenty
It actually gets better if I believe
I found true friends along the way
They get furious if I get played
Diminishing negative thoughts to dust
I know now life has its eminence
There are more others like me

What my mama meant before she left
Help those who are in need
Especially to those who are-
*Special like me.
(I didnt expect it to get featured as the daily poem! I'm so happy I get to share this message with everyone. A better understanding to these gifted individuals:) And if u have a friend who's deaf or learning ASL. Let them read this:)
And once again. Thank you so much To everyone who liked and comment!)
Give your love.
Even if you're the one being received.
I just had to write about this.
And i don't see it as a disability,
I see it as a gift.
(Dedicated to this young girl i saw in the train helping a guy in a wheelchair. She was showing directions! I stood there appalled in awe)
P.S: I need a suggestion whether to name this title 'Gift' or 'Hand Signs'??
I think both stood out.
Comment below.
And I also would like you guys to check out this website.
If you buy their headphones you would be giving hearing aids for the   less fortunate.
http://www.lstnheadphones.com/pages/givingbackamplified
And I'm not sponsored to do this. I just want to make a change and help to raise awareness:)
If you can help them, please do.:)
 Dec 2014 Beeha
Erenn
It's Yours Now
 Dec 2014 Beeha
Erenn
This much I know now
My heart's been crying forever.
It stopped, when
It
heard
your
heart

beating to the 
same rhythm.
Dedicated to someone I've fallen deeply on HP:)
 Dec 2014 Beeha
Erenn
Glass
 Dec 2014 Beeha
Erenn
Translucent yet transparent 
Simplicity in its eminence 
Fragile yet fervid to uphold
Reflections sometimes blur to unfold
In any shape or size, manifold
Don't get blinded by the blinding lights
Beauty in its elegance, be mesmerized
Refracting spectrum of rainbows
Emmiting colors of alluring ardor
Rays of sun burning stains of tallowed sorrows
With H2O and soap, impurities gone

Akin to your heart 
That could break anytime
Fragile in its name, 
Maimed, stained with pain
Pumping but barely breathing
**Only you can choose 
To fill it full or to drink it all
To die or live again.
Just like the glass the heart could break anytime. You can filled it with all kinds of emotions. When it's too much you can either drink it all or don't. There's always a choice. Inspired by a Japanese film I watched. I can't remember the name.hha
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