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CE Nov 2015
1am
It's 1 in the morning and I'm trying to decide how I want to die

But I don't want to die, of course not.

I want to live.
I just want to live in a way in which I feel good..

Hell, a life in which I feel anything would be great.

"Pain is the only thing that reminds us we feel"

sure, okay!

I don't even ******* dream anymore.

What does life mean when you don't even want anything out of it?

If you can't dream or aspire then what is the actual point ?

What's the point of living as a ghost ?
What?
mk Aug 2015
promise me that when i’m gone
you won’t cry, that you’ll stay strong
promise me you’ll never compromise
on health or education
& you’ll never stop caring
about your people or your nation
promise me you’ll exercise
drink lots of water and eat well
promise me you’ll make the most of every day
and not see this world as a living hell
surround yourself with positivity
stay away from all the hate
always trust your instinct
and never give in to fate
kiss your mother everyday
give your little brother hugs
sit outside and breathe the fresh air
drink herbal tea out of cute mugs
do things for yourself
but never forget your duties
you are a great person with great potential
and with that comes great responsibilities
make a change in this world
be loyal, honest and just
find someone to live your life with
someone to truly love, not just lust
find purpose and meaning
and do things with good intentions
offer your help to strangers
every time pain or difficulty is mentioned
promise me just one little thing
that you’ll take care of yourself and others
promise me you’ll always be
the kind of son dreamt of by your mother
be true to yourself
that’s all i ask
never let your personality
be veiled by a mask
promise me when i’m gone
you’ll continue on
show the world your true colors
& *make me proud
// tonight we stand, get off our knees. fight for what we’ve worked for all these years //

-tum mujh mein kaheen baqi rehna.
None existent words describe emotions I thought were long extinct

But the feelings still linger on

In mind and soul

No one can truly know what you're thinking

And even you may struggle to understand how you're feeling

Just know that others have been there

It's been done

So always remember

You're never the only one.
Sometimes you're the only person that can make you feel better.
Matthew Rousseau Feb 2015
One can build a house,
Or even a thousand more,
But still they're a mouse,
Hide under the kitchen floor,
To see above would drive it mad,
The wonders are divine,
The fear numbs one and they're not sad,
The knowledge makes us blind,

But aspire to be,
Know you're small, but stretch sea to sea,
Claiming land you all can see,
But can you all be?

A question old as time,
strikes the clock and we rewind,
Oh no our fates have fallen,
We were grand, but never mind.
Luna Elora Dec 2014
Aspire to what you believe in
Not what others say you can do.
Rhianecdote Nov 2014
Her aspirations were her only inspirations.

So tell me, once they'd
been realised what was she to do?

*What is a dreamer without a dream?
Oh Jackie

Do you think it’s easy

To fall in love with just a kiss

Now every day I miss that natural

Curl of your lips

I can’t explain your beauty

Maybe it’s just a kink

Something I saw in a dream

Of beauty Aphrodite esteems

And maybe some ancient time

You’re shape was aspired

You were molded like clay

And heaven laid the lines on your face

I so admire

Every glowing smile

And forever linked

In a web of my little kinks

I fall hard for beauty

Carved like a goddess from maybe another life

When I’m drunk I wanna call you up

And say, **** it let’s go elope

Be my wife

And I’d never say these things to your face

For all you know I’m just another disgrace

A missed connection, you could never give a ****

For every text and every kiss that I miss

And you can find something else?

I wish I knew what it was

Cause when I met you

I just wanted to run away in the sun

And find you a place that I can truly say

The beauty only compares

To the curl of your lips

And the rose of your cheeks

And the soft, caress of your kiss

Forever imprisoned

To find something comparable

This feeling has taken me over, it’s unbearable

I can only lay, here, here in the sand

And hope to god a love like hers

Will find me somewhere?
To a woman whom I believe found this poem on my blog
And never texted me back
I believe it was a fine two weeks of mad lust :)
www.eugene-moon.weebly.com

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