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Life,
for a decent,
empathetic,
good-hearted person,
is heartachingly,
painstakingly beautiful;
for, even in torment,
underlying beauty
is often found...

Such a brave heart,
to withstand
such emotional destruction -
whilst their internal tears
are left to bounce
off the floor
of this soul's
shaky, unstable ground.

~ Brave Heart

By Lady R.F. (C)2017
 Nov 2017 Cher
shiv
Im alive
 Nov 2017 Cher
shiv
Your mouth is a gun
And each I LOVE YOU
Is a bullet, reminding me
That im alive.
 Nov 2017 Cher
Cedric McClester
By: Cedric McClester

Yo- **- **
And a bottle of ***
Watch the world’s greatest pirate
Because here he come
Of course, it’s Donald Trump
***** is you dumb?
Now I guess it’s plain to see
Where I’m coming from

Yo- **- **
And a bottle of ***
I don’t want it all
Ya see, I just want some
But when I watch his moves
It just leaves me numb
Now I guess we all wish
That he hadn’t run

Yo –**- **
And a bottle of ***
Whatever he’s offering
I don’t want none
All I ever wanted was
My place in the sun
And to avoid being shot
By a semi-automatic gun

Yo-**-**
And a bottle of ***
Everybody says that
That idiot is dumb
His ignorance is piling up
By the ton
But he believes in tweeting
And some gulfing  fun








Cedric McClester, Copyright © 2017. All rights reserved.
 Nov 2017 Cher
starchild
Irony
 Nov 2017 Cher
starchild
Is it funny how irony is every where
it comes just mere
just at the right moment
at this moment
the irony of me
me being here for her
still
but now she looses her love
she doesn't realize i have some to give
and that's the most painful isn't
when someone doesn't feel the same for you
as you do them
and thats the irony
she loses love as i have some to give
but she broke my heart
and her promise
yet im still here
irony a little much
irony is such a touch
that no one gets
so im here on my knees right behind her
as she stands infront of me back to me
back to my heart
while shes crying
and im broken holding my heart
thats what i imagine





Irony.....why?
 Nov 2017 Cher
Vishal Gupta
Scarred, wounded you.
Vulnerable now.
Impatient to glue.
the shattered fragments.

Time is always a factor.
Strong enough. to rule.
It's never a cure. But,
It's always needed for cure.

You'll heal. someday.
Healing is a process.
It takes time.
There's no rush dear.
 Nov 2017 Cher
Vishal Gupta
Untitled
 Nov 2017 Cher
Vishal Gupta
I dry up. fall down.
Each Autumn.
Reach out to you.
To bloom you.
The coming Spring.
 Nov 2017 Cher
Vishal Gupta
Unknowingness, turmoil.
Conundrum around.
Wrapped up in dilemmas.
Sinking. into mess all over.

Urge to know all happenings
Struggle to unwind each loop.
Choosing and then falling,
into pit. one at a time.

Tiring yourself. Again.
And again. And again.
With futile efforts dear.
Fruitlessly, knocking doors.

All these are not important...

It's okay to not know.
You're not here.
To know each **** thing.
Let the things happen.
Let the stones be unturned.
It's good to taste,
the dilemmas. sometimes.
 Nov 2017 Cher
Vishal Gupta
Bloomed a little, in spring.
Struggled, amidst series of autumn.
Frost of winter, annihilated.
Summer burned, less this time.
Healed, in monsoon rain.

So many nights, turned into morning.
And dawn into dusk. So many times,
The sun overshadowed the moon.
The wind changed its direction.
Season after season, passed by.

I am waiting. And waiting.
And waiting. to bloom
And for you my dear
Be my gardener. Once
And...

I'll bloom. someday.
Will you irrigate me. forever ?
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