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  Aug 2016 m i a
erin
i open up
they walk away
m i a Aug 2016
so, hey.
it's me.
remember? the girl you left without saying goodbye or anything. i'm pretty sure you've forgotten me by now, but that's okay.
i just wanted to ask you a favour.
its not big. i promise.
but please, i'm begging.
all i ask, is that you leave my thoughts. my heart. just leave me.
please. so i can be free.
i'll love you always babe, always. but please, do this one thing for me.
  Aug 2016 m i a
Caroline E
I saw her one day, at school
She was absolutely gorgeous and I was too shy
She looked like a model while I just loved to eat all day and all night
I knew I had zero chance with her, but I decided to give it a try

I approached her at lunch, I said "Hey"
She smiled and started a conversation
I couldn't have been happier that day

We started hanging out together since then
But my spirits dropped when a guy much more 'fit' tried to win her heart
And one day when we were  talking he came up and asked her to be his girlfriend

I could feel tears coming out of my eyes
But of joy not sadness because she said
"Oh sorry. I'm dating this guy," and pointed to me

Later when we were alone she confessed that she liked me
I asked her "Why? I'm just curves, the kind people don't wanna see"
She said " I don't care what you look like, because I care for what's inside
Besides, there's only

One                                           Me
        
       Curve                            To
          
                  ­That      Matters
I see a lot of encouragement and support for portly girls. And yes, they're beautiful because all girls are just extraordinarily beautiful despite if we're skinny or a little overweight, but I see very little encouragement and support for the guys. No matter what, you're all beautiful too, so I decided to make something for them.
  Aug 2016 m i a
Eriko
when I was born*
I can't recall being still
for all I have ever wanted
was to repaint
*the world
  Jul 2016 m i a
ryn
We all look up to the same sun.
To the same moon we confide.
We all look at them the same...
Hoping for the light of day...
Wishing for peace at night.

Unfortunately...
It seems that they are not just.
For their light is selective.
It is not available to those
heavily shrouded in the dark,
drenched in tears.
It seemingly favour those
who'd shamelessly croon for their boon.
Miscreants who shirk
their responsibilities and fears.

I beg you...
Guardian of day and sentinel in twilight.
May your arms be kind and fastidious.
May your reach be deliberate,
purposeful and extensive.
Find those who cry but without voice.
Cradle those who've made decisions
without the luxury of choice.
Shed some love so they could see
past their laboured breaths in mud.
Raise them to their feet
so that they might
have a fighting chance to live.
  Jul 2016 m i a
NV
i know only how to wear this body like an apology.
like i'm sorry i take up too much space.
like i'm sorry,
i don't feel small enough to fit into your hands.
i wear it like a sin.
like a prayer that never feels answered.
like confessions i keep trying to change.
i wear it like a broken commandment,
because i love thy neighbour,
but i hate myself.
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