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Lokenath Roy Sep 30
Brittle bones,
knackered backs
look where have we been,
steaming
bickering
all within,
faltering legs slipping through the streets,

this man;
would you still greet?

Ashen lungs, falling through
bruised hands;
brimming of stench
been home late,
lately—

this man;
would you still put arms around?

old shirt pieces,
spectacles of destiny
uttering broken-frames;
for a new sweater
weaved into his soul-born.

this man,
would you call a miser still?

Look at those fingers,
go across the keyboard—
Look at the tubelight
light those eyes up
all night.

this man
would you still smile for?

For once,
let me know—
this man,
and his tears;
would you bear upon your lap?
--dedicated to the men of every family who have smiled after a long day
silvervi Sep 30
It's alright, baby,
Just the way it is,
No need to change a thing.

It's alright, baby,
Just the way it is,
No need to fall apart.
A spontaneous song I sang. Probably to soothe myself.
Jeremy Betts Sep 27
I have no tongue left to bite
A gruesome sight
It's been cannibalized
From accepting your lies
That hit a raw nerve
"That's what I deserve"
You know that's on my mind
Hit with my own issues on the side that's blind
You take advantage of my choice
Willfully giving up my voice
But now this one sided desire
You set on fire
And blame it on me
Because it's so...
Friggin'...
Easy

©2024
In order to perceive yourself as worthy;

How many more achievements must you accomplish?
How many more ‘wins’ must you have?

How many more followers must you have?
How many more likes must you have?
How famous must you be?

How many more characters must you create?
How many more images of yourself must you envision?
How many more masks must you wear?

How many more versions of the ‘self’ you need to create?
How many more ‘to become’(s) must you be?

How many more times must you reinvent yourself?
How many more times must you meet yourself?

How many more of your parts must you hide, silence, ignore, suppress, and crush?

What more must you consume to come to know your worth?
What more must you pretend to be till you allow yourself to ‘just’ be as you are?

There is no amount of ‘doing’ that elevates your self worth
There is no amount of sins that can ever depreciate your worth

The ‘self’ is eternal
The human’s ’worth’ is a sacred eternal gift
A gift that can never be robbed

In this acceptance
There is no longer a chase to actualise the true authentic self into this world

In this acceptance
The magnificent self emerges

Thank you for being here.

By NwK
Perfect
Desired accessories were never necessities
Born as you were, are as you’re meant.
LewisVC Sep 19
A difficult year for all to see: breakup, betrayal and travesty.
Yet through that pain our hearts connect, our spirits soar, a love unchecked.

I look for you, in all I see, and in that find sweet harmony. You are my love, my precious girl, your smile lights up my little world. This corner of life, in which we share, you take away pain and despair. And in its absence bring joy and love, as if an angel from above.

Not all is easy, sometimes we fight, we shout and scream, cause pain and spite. And though I yearn for better days, you do too, and so we’ll play, the game of life, and it we’ll win. You by my side, my sweetest sin.

Or so I thought, but was so wrong. It seems love cannot conquer all. The pain I feel, it burns so deep, but know love must be put to sleep. And fade away into the night, like sweet songs you used to sing to my delight…
A poem dedicated to the girl I hoped would be mine forever. In a strange way it now makes sense why I could not find the words to end this piece. I was trying to write a happily ever after that did not exist. I'm sorry
Uzziah Ruffin Sep 12
Drifting through the clouds
On the blackest of nights
Fixated on the moon
Exquisite and bright

Amidst the silence
As the air slips by
I shut my eyes
Yet betray no fright

The chill of the wind
Calms my soul
The swifter my descent
The faster slumber's hold

Scenes of the past
Reveal my falls
As my form meets the water
I'll be numb to it all

I'm sinking
In an ocean of sorrow
One last glance at the moon
I won't live for tomorrow
Bekah Halle Sep 9
Acceptance is sweet,
But takes time
And is hard to achieve.
It cannot be worked on like a muscle;
Quantity is not the answer,
Time is.
Acceptance comes like a timid mouse,
Rather than like a herd of elephants.
Walk the journey,
Traverse the landscape,
Feel the sensations of emotions.
Be present.
Grief is a vital ingredient.
Embrace it with both hands, and
A warm heart.
It’s time for winter to thaw, and
Spring to have its way.
Feel the joy of new life,
Harness its power;
Acceptance is a force to be reckoned with.
Antonia Sep 6
awareness or
the lack thereof
there is a self,
regardless of
the stupid things
you wish to be
and all those masks you hide behind

a sens of self
is all there is
it’s not a gift
that you receive
it’s that,
the only thing there
is

that’s all you got
that’s all you are
enjoy and swim in it
till dawn

it’s more than life,
it’s cheating death
it simply is,

the sense of self.
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