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1.1k · Feb 2016
Dagger
I'm just a work of art,
Tough as steel,
But elegant within hands.
I enjoy the paintings,
With sharp lines,
I create many.
I love strokes I make with my brush,
It's only a carving done on human flesh,
A beautiful curtain call to one's life.
And I'll be polished to new,
Tough as steel,
But elegant within hands.
I'll enjoy another painting,
Cut out a rose,
To draw on their hearts,
And devour on lives to create art.
The world will fear me
It's personification, enjoy ^.^
776 · Sep 2015
Boat Ride
I want to go on a boat ride.
By myself,
Soaring through the waves.
The sunlight,
Beaming from the skies.
The distance,
From everything but the seas.

Up and down, up and down,
The waves would make me feel.
Was it right to be like this,
Away from all I had?
Stuck in my own mind,
The sunlight disappeared.

I want to go back to shore!
Where all my friends would be.
The laughs,
We will always remember.
The hugs,
That brought us closer.
Ourselves,
That brought us together.

But when I slip on the sand,
I know I can't stand.
Stand what? All my mistakes.
Was it right to come back,
And give a second chance?
The sand turns to stone.

I want to go on a boat ride.
This poem repeats itself.
763 · Jan 2016
The Greatest Gift
Isn't the world beautiful?
The sun rises, the birds chirp,
The friends we laugh with,
The hope we receive.

"No, it's not,
There's nothing to love,
I'm screaming inside,
For fearing the unknown."

Lighten up, there's so much more!
You can hold the world in your hands,
But only if you take a stand.
So why stay in the darkness,
When you can see light high up above?

"Why, you ask?
'Cause this is where I belong,
Look at earth, look at the sky,
I see horror and terror in people's eyes,
You can't see the future,
For it's already destroyed.
The world is not beautiful."

But this is what we can have now,
So much potential,
So much beauty,
So much love.
The world can be beautiful,
Just look at it with your own eyes
I wrote this poem for a class, and we had to title it "The Greatest Gift" so this is what I came up with.
738 · Oct 2015
Wishes
From fables to fairy tales,
To folk tales,
To my heart,
I thought wishes come true.

But when I think of you,
My wishes become a curse.
717 · Sep 2015
Bird
And that bird sang to me,
When I would cry.
Joyful tunes from that tree,
To make me smile.
But I left the bird alone,
And died inside.
Didn't listen to its tone,
He loved me.
Another part of a song that I never finished
657 · Oct 2015
Quicksand
Now it feels like I'm drowning in quicksand,
Why does it hurt to love you more?
You made it hard for me to stand,
I'm so close to reaching the core.
I only wanted you by my side,
Pull me close, hold me tight, wrap me up.
I didn't think I had to lie,
But now I'm drowning in quicksand.
A few lyrics I decided to write!

If you ever felt like you had to lose something you really loved, I hope you find this relatable.
591 · Sep 2015
Hopes
When you're pretending,
To be the one that I need.
And I'm alone,
Letting all my love bleed.
The walls are screaming,
My wounds break them down.
My fears had grown,
You made me that ghost town.
Verse 1 of another song (still a rough draft but oh well)

I'll be posting chorus' soon ^.^
574 · Sep 2015
Faith
Who,
Who are you?
What have you done to me,
The girl I used to know?
God,
Are you real?
Then why is my heart gone?
And you let me drown.

Please,
Help me,
I'm so sick of falling.
Please,
Save me,
I need your love to stop me.
I need your love to stop me.
I need your love.....to stop me.
This is the first verse of a song I'm writing.

People say you should never share a first draft...oops c: Give me feedback though, I'd enjoy that!
496 · Sep 2015
Criminal
Sorry love, I have sinned,
And there’s nothing you can do about it.
All my ****** got me overjoyed,
I would never wake up without it.
Go and leave me, I don’t care,
Break my heart and leave the scars.
******* and your ******* life,
I’ll be the criminal that I am meant to be.
I'm so sorry, this guy is convincing others that I'm an awful person.

It's mean to be a rock song...but I'm not the best at writing those.
483 · Apr 2016
Tunnel of a Shattered Heart
I feel like you live in a tunnel.
The gloomy night couldn’t explain the darkness inside,
And you scared away everyone only because you cried.
All the droplets of water plunge below the unknown,
Soon you’ll be calling that place your home.
You’re dying to have flames dance around your lips,
And fall in love with the taste that causes you to slip.
When you think you have all the balance to stand,
And take a step towards the way out of this maze,
You’d step into a trap and then sink into quicksand.

Your shattered heart feels like broken bones,
And broken bones came from thrown stones.
The words that echo through your ears,
Leave your mind quickly with tears.
Please sign a note to your parents and friends,
With all the blood covering your colorful pens.
Please keep your fingers around my palm,
I would never ever let you drown.

I feel like you live in a tunnel.
The gloomy night couldn’t explain the darkness inside,
And you scared away everyone only because you cried.
I’ve entered this shelter of yours,
I brought a light to this shelter of yours.
Although it’ll take days upon days, I will find you,
And when I do, I’ll paint your skies blue.
I’ll show you what it’s like to smell fresh air,
And treat your heart with gentle and care.
Please keep your fingers around my palm,
I would never ever let you drown.

You’ll be okay.
No one's gonna read this but oh well
481 · Oct 2015
I'm Sorry
I'm sorry.

"What?"

I'm sorry I left you,
Not because of me,
Not because of you.
Because I was selfish,
And I didn't listen.

I'm sorry I felt pressured,
Not because of me,
Not because of you.
Because of my friends,
And I chose them over you.

"No, no it's—"

I broke what was already broken!
I let you stumble down a path,
That we tried to climb together.
And we could've gone up together.

Then I made a turn,
And I didn't help you there.
You fell down and broke your bones.
All because of me.

"It's—"

Now I made us both shattered.
With the other parts that can't be found,
I made you this way,
I made myself this way.
This is where I brought you and I.

"I—"

I'm sorry.
I miss you.
I love you.
This is a scenario I created in my head,
If I could ever meet him again.

He won't come across this poem,
He doesn't even know this site, sadly.
480 · Jan 2016
She
She
"Talk to her."
She stopped crying,
She talked to him.
She was laughing,
She was smiling.
I noticed her.
I wanted this.
Not everything is lost.
This is a blackout poetry from a personal anecdote written by Naomi Shihab Nye. I shared this with her and she absolutely loved it ^.^
477 · Oct 2015
Existence
I felt empty,
I couldn't help myself.
You pulled me down,
Saving me from heaven.
But you threw me down,
And I couldn't escape.

You're the superior one.
Since you didn't follow my path.
Since you forgot my existence.
468 · Oct 2015
Burn
Yesterday, I got a burn.

Embers rushed through my throat,
And into my lungs,
My pain cracked a smile.

Oh, how joyful it was to be twisted,
As parts of me turn into ash,
Then burn into my heart.
A mark,
That would stay,
Forever.
398 · Oct 2015
Contrast
Through her eyes,
You see brightness.
But through the screen,
You see darkness.
386 · Feb 2016
Fear
I fear loneliness
I fear the ocean
I fear failure
I fear the judgement
I fear violence
I fear the adrenaline

I fear life
I fear reality
I fear me.
What do you fear?
347 · Sep 2015
Creativity
I cannot write.
I cannot write.

My hand shakes,
My head aches,
I cannot write.

My mind's blank,
My heart's black,
I cannot write.

My love's blind,
My eyes' find,
That I cannot write.
You see, I'm not a great writer. And now you see why.
336 · Sep 2015
View
Gold night, pretty lights,
Roads you took with me,
Darken at my sight,
When I walk by.
Whispers and talking,
Join them with sharp eyes,
Now you got me running,
From my own life.
It's the first verse of a song I wrote.
311 · Sep 2015
My Heart
I’m not single,
I’m not taken,
I’m simply reserved,
For one who deserves,
My heart.
My opinion: this is so cute
302 · Sep 2015
They Don't
Every morning feels the same,
Waking to the sound of a tone,
From a dream about you.
You called out my name,
To buy me an ice cream cone,
But dreams never come true,
Do they?

— The End —