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ac 7d
but never in my life
did i think
i’d be standing here
without you
and be thankful for it
Carful what you say about the Israeli’s.
Try not to comment on the criminality of their intent.
Twitter and Facebook have had it with free speech! So try not to pay attention if you’re easily angered by acts of supremacy, anger is not who I want to be. I’m proud that they suspended me!
Traveler Tim
Peace activist
since youve been gone im no good at all
i wake up at night and your name i call
i reach out to hold you like i used to do
nothing is the same since i dont have you

you were my everything  my heart and my soul
always made me happy made me feel so whole
all i ever wanted all my dreams come true
you were my first love only love i ever knew

all i ever see is lonely nights and days
miss the love we had and your loving ways
i look at the pictures when there was you and me
the first day when we met how love used to be

hoping may one day we can love once more
put right all the wrong share the love we had before
take away the heartache take away the pain
bring back the love i knew let us love again




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For so long, I thought I had to break myself to fit in.

I destroyed myself piece by piece, to earn my place in life
And sometimes, simply to survive.

I thought, to be worthy of love, I had to mould and shape myself to meet the approval of another, even if they did not deserve me.

And when just being me was not enough,
I thought of myself as a failure.

For so long, I broke myself to fit in.

Until, I found myself.
I found my broken pieces, and put them back together.
At first, it was messy,
At times, I almost gave up on myself,
BUT
I never did.

I fixed myself and built myself back up, and I now realize,

I have so much worth, grace, power and softness, just simply living as myself.

My true self, not for anyone else but me.

So now, with all that I have and all that I am, I scream this to the universe,


I.AM.ENOUGH
Isaace 7d
The effigy— laden with strange malice—
Collects its roots from amidst the leaves,
Fashioning crude doll from old ceremony.
And it seems— as if stolen from dream—
To possess the countenance of ancestral steam.
when
thy
heart
is
broken
thus
torn
please
whole
me
in
your
sweet arms
to
keep me warm
and
shower
me
with
love
again
the
love
that
i
need
within
wh­en
the
lights
turn on
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