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Don’t give up, life will lead you,
it is what all now must do.
Believe in light it guides the way.
loving rays do shine today.      

Life is challenging thats for sure,
as we move on earths big floor.
But we all will surely survive,
inside love we will all thrive.        
We are sacred and so divine,
release doubts and you will be fine.

To live trusting smiles they will bloom,
and perhaps then you will croon.
To sing high inside of song
letting go past to be strong.

Burn anger and fear away.
Find great peace as you do pray.
Give your worries angels come,
grabbing them they weigh a ton.
Then its time to feel so free.
moving in light for to be.

So live your greatness, as a star,
inside life you will go far.


StarBG © 2017
Inspired once again by h m w  who writes from her heart. Thanks
i never did get to show you the poetry i wrote about you,
i never did get to kiss you as many times as i wanted,
and if i knew our last kiss was going to be our last
id go back and give you 100 more.

i found poetry within the knots of your hair,
and i found comfort within the warmth of your lips,
and if i wouldve known us doing this would have caused all this chaos
i would still do it all again
because youre worth it

-you were always worth it
written about a boy who broke my heart by the ocean.
I'm sorry my mother
I'm sorry I can't continue
But my pain is way to great
And nothing will change my mind
I'm sorry my mother

I'm sorry my father
I'm sorry I'm not that strong
But I feel way to weak
And can't carry on
I'm sorry my father

I'm sorry my sister
I'm sorry we can't sing anymore
But my throat is too soar
And I cannot use my voice
I'm sorry my sister

I'm sorry my brother
I'm sorry I can't carry you
But my legs can't bear any more weight
And I am about to collapse
I'm sorry my brother

I'm sorry my uncle
I'm sorry no more jokes
But laughter is impossible for me
And I'm as silent as the grave
I'm sorry my uncle

I'm sorry my aunt
I'm sorry I can't hear more stories
But I can't take in more words
And my ears are bleeding
I'm sorry my aunt

I'm sorry my cousin
I'm sorry we can't share more memories
But the spark in me is gone
And I am simply a burden to you
I'm sorry my cousin
Another old poem
my heart breaks a little
knowing that one day,
we'll be miles apart.

my heart breaks a little
thinking about the fact
that we'll have to battle distance.

my heart breaks a little
considering that someday,
we'll be in different timezones.

my heart breaks a little,
but as i realize how blessed i am
to love someone like you,
my heart starts to break a little less.

my heart breaks a little.
my heart breaks a little less.
my heart will always yearn for you
and i'll certainly wait 'til i get to hold you again.
 Sep 2017 stephanie burrows
h m w
He smiled at me and said 'here, take this'

It was a happy little pill of his and it would feel bliss

I smiled and gave him a kiss saying, 'thank you baby'

But what happened next forever will drive me crazy

Next thing you know I was spinning in my head

Then he wanted to bring me to a bed

His friends walked in and wanted more

So they all called me a ‘***** little *****’

My body was numb and I couldn’t move

I let out a scream but they didn’t approve

Everything went black but then again I woke

But to them it was nothing but a funny little joke

They locked me inside of a walk in closet

So if there was a stir I sure wouldn’t cause it

I blacked out again and woke in a different place

Treating me as if my soul were missing and my body were a case

Still I was unable to move nor speak

But he still said he loved me and kissed me on the cheek

I counted five inhumane beings on top of me moaning

One was even playfully groaning

I was disgusted and wanted it to end

But I knew that after this my mind would never mend

By now it would have been a little past three in the morning

Earlier I should have taken that adorable face as a warning

When they realized I was sobering up

They had an alibi saying they’d call this a hookup

When I could finally move my mouth again

I realized what had happened and felt heavy chest pain

They heard that I was muttering words that were incomprehensible

They saw me as nothing more than a body and that I was dispensable

They came up with a plan to hide my body in a ditch

I even heard one say, 'she deserved it, what a stupid *****'

I hit my head when they threw me on the ground

I only saw black in front of me and around

I woke up to a woman asking if I were okay

I only said one phrase and it was that 'I was betrayed'

What happened after that is irrelevant at best

All I will say is that I was nothing but stressed

This is my story and it happened two years ago today

Nailing an image in my mind that I was a targeted prey

I know now that I hold so much more worth

And I love myself more than anything on this Earth

Just know that these words have come straight from my heart

No matter how vile and disgusting this memory is, I can never restart

So I tried to make it a poem so it seems like some kind of art.

h.m.w
I am a ****** assault victim and I never received justice.
Self love is important
because it is impossible
to love someone else when
you can't even love yourself
so take a step back, and
look at yourself
and love yourself
because in the end you're all
you really have
 Sep 2017 stephanie burrows
Ella
She walks around in clover fields.

And dances in the sky.

She speaks a voice of summer breeze.

And eyes, no tears to dry.

She lives her life with grace and ease

You wouldn't take a second look

But behind the fare facade she keeps,

the missing soul he took.
A poem I wrote for a friend
Did I ever tell you
Why I stopped drinking?
Why I am so terrified
To take a sip alone?
How that one time after class
My heart was broken
And I skipped the glass
And drank straight from the bottle?
How I crumbled into a ball
Under my favorite blanket
My mind screaming through the halls
Fighting off the demons trying to drown me?
Of course I always want to die
That's something I've learned to live with
But never before in my life
Had I known that I could give in.
Yet there I lay crying
Wasted with a racing mind
Begging to give in to dying
But instead I went to sleep.
So when my depression intensifies
And I run to my substances
I am so terrified
So alcohol is the last option.
Because it could be my last decision.
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