Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Grey May 2020
All I have ever
wanted is to have my own
love story... but I
guess even that one thing is
too much to ask, isn't it?
5/14/2020
Everyone's talking about April, but what happened to the first half of May??
Lara Apr 2020
Somedays I live on a cloud ☁️ out of Stars ✨
High up in the sky - not worried about falling down.

But somedays isn’t always
And always isn’t somedays.

Everybody has to decide for themselves if they want to fly high up in the sky or take the risk of falling.
Darsh Parekh May 2020
I would do everything she would ask,
Because  shes someone who has always hidden her pain with a mask,
Without seeing her my day is incomplete,
Because she’s  the reason why my heart beats .

For me she’s someone who has sacrificed everything ,
Because  she’s more powerful than a king,
For what she has done I would bend all day to touch her feet,
Because she’s the reason why my heart beats.

Sometimes she kills her wishes to complete mine,
Even when she’s sick she says  she’s fine,
From skipping her meals to make me eat,
She always gives a reason for why my heart to beat.

Whenever she sees me crying,
I see the inner her dying ,
Because  she’s  the one who feels the heat,
She’s truly the reason why my heart beats.

The day I was born,
There was a lady who got all her smiles on,
She was the first one to take me in her hand,
And till date she has always taken my stand.
I can’t ever thank her enough,
Because she gave my heart a reason to beat.
                                                 -Darsh Parekh
# mom
Tu Anh Apr 2020
So yes he left us
Left this life on earth
Marking his completion
A circle of human life: being born and death

I met him in his
Thirties , young ; yet, not that sweet
I met him in his
Early mid-life crisis (?)
Returned home from his
Years serving Military service

There, he found two kids
And their iron lady-in-chief
Struggling with life to feed
the two little birds
All he wanted is
Stay home and be their dad
And that’s how we grew up
Having sweetest, most kind-hearted, loving dad
And an opposite : iron , nothing can break , lady of our place.

It’s said, you know, daughter is daddy’s past life love
The bond between us
Was instant and ferocious
He hold me tight in my burning feverishness
He braided my hair from my early years
Till I went to college
He made me those most beautiful artworks
For my school homework
He was my hero, was everything I wish
For my future man to be

Life then parted us
as I wanted to leave
As far as I can, from their protective fondness
I detached myself, stopped having them
As a important factor of my life
“cause deep down I know they would do everything
To steal me back and shape me to their “ideal” happiness

We struggled as we grow
Life got us back together sooner than I know
And in its most devilish method
Three women crying next to his dying bed
“Is there anything you wanna leave?
For your daughters as their inherit?”
“I have nothing to give” exclaimed him through a soft breath
We burst out crying as we said
“Daddy you gave us all your life
How can we ask for more, please rest in the light
Of inseparable love , we promise”

So here we are, this is the first TET
We would undergo, without your exist
Wherever you are now, my dearest dad
Lets celebrate this incredible fate
Of having each other , of sharing life-long companionship.
SheWritesForYou Apr 2020
Too stubborn to let go
Too hard to keep
Oh dear love
Don’t you bleed
And i hope one day
You too will  let go of me.
A Apr 2020
He'll come back
He always does
Finding his way back into your bones that carried him for so long
Returning to your blood, leaving it burning and cold at the same time
And even your hips will remember his hands, as they reach up towards them
Whilst your stomach will feel the exact same revolting butterflies as it used to

You'll find him everywhere
You'll see him in your words, the ones he taught you to say
In your chest, when it's getting harder to breath
You'll even taste him in your mouth from when you breathed him
From when you let him get into every inch of you
And now he'll always come back
Not for you, but he'll always come back
Em MacKenzie Apr 2020
Let your mind slip for tonight
forget who and where we are,
alter the wrongs to make them right
return to the sky each faded star.
We could succeed in changing time
turn a foe to trusted friend,
is it even really a crime
to repair what was never meant to bend?

Even when the sun forgets to rise
you’ll be there lighting up the skies,
hypnotized by the galaxy in your eyes.
And if the world can no longer turn
you’ll see that the fire continues to burn,
and learn that there’s no need for concern.
You’ll know you’re irreplaceable.

This is just part of who we are,
we couldn’t escape it if we tried,
and even when you’re so very far
you still know I’m by your side.
It’ll be like this forever,
no matter what we do,
things change just like the weather
but never me and you.

Even when the sun forgets to rise
you’ll be there lighting up the skies,
it’s both beautiful and tragic how fast time flies.
And if the world can no longer turn
you’ll see that the fire continues to burn,
you were worth the wait and necessary to earn,
you should know, you’re irreplaceable.

And I carefully watch the constellations,
that take form within her deep eyes.
A million blank pages of declarations,
impossible for me to ever summarize.
I measure love from ground to mars,
and how I’ve never felt so complete,
but it spans all across the stars,
the same space where our souls meet.

Even when the sun forgets to rise
you’ll be there lighting up the skies,
you’re the one exception to every rule, none applies.
And if the world can no longer turn
you’ll see that the fire continues to burn,
you’re all I want, I long for and yearn,
you’ve always been irreplaceable.
Eli Apr 2020
I am hungry.
If it weren't for toxicities,
I'd swallow the change in my pockets.
Will I ever fill myself?

My expansions seem to be dimming.
I will remain empty forever.

My neglect is my biggest regret.
I argue and I am prone to loss.
I neglect my stomach like I neglect myself
Akira Apr 2020
You're a book,
a good book
that will
never be
forgotten.
Books are remembered if it's good.
I will always remember you, my love.
Next page