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 Jun 2019 skye
m X c
Endless
 Jun 2019 skye
m X c
and if today is my last
i am still thankful,
and if today is my last
I will be free,
and if today is last
the pain will finally fade,
and if today is my last,
and if it's my last
please help the others, who have like mine.
I've fight for a long time, and until the last minute I try harder,
and I will try harder.
i will fight as long as i can
 Jun 2019 skye
Khoisan
The sun has got mountains to climb.
 Jun 2019 skye
Micrography-Mike D

Love is the currency of life

Without it 'living' becomes 'existing'
and anything of value (real or perceived)

Becomes worthless and meaningless
Written: August 16, 2018

All rights reserved.
 Jun 2019 skye
Naveen Tiwari
A writer writes to hide his pain.
And a reader reads to find someone who feels the same.
 Jun 2019 skye
scully
I want to write about what hurts because I think it will
Stop me from hurting. If I put these words on
A page then they will be easier to digest.
Poetry isn't curative by creation, it is
Just confession. Still, these remedial
Lines are what I turn to when I am holding
Too much in my hands. Right now, I feel
Like I am overflowing onto the ground below me.
For the first time,
I don't want to write about what hurts. I want
To keep it inside of me and let it burn me. I want
To carry it in my palms for as long as I can.
I should write
About how we've said goodbye so
Many times that it turned into a threat, a weapon
We made with our tongues.
I should write
About how I lied and got away with it,
How you got caught with
Your hands tied and no one to blame.
I should write
About how it was over before we waved the white
Flag, and I know what it means now
To hold onto a sinking ship.
I've never had anything to die for.
I should write about how I've never wanted
Something so much that I devastated it completely.
We loved in harsh conditions, under sun and darkness and
I don't know how to write about how
The love didn't save us.
I don't write about letting go as much as I write about
Holding on, and I want
That to change.
I don't want to write hurt just to feel it.
The next poem I write about you will be
About me. About how I held on and how I let go.
It won't be about your love, it will be about
Mine. It won't stop me from hurting, but
It is how I make it out
Of my love alive.
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