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Mystic Ink Plus Feb 2018
There's a magic within you
Pulling me nearer
Nearer to my mind
Nearer to my heart
Nearer to my feeling
Words flows, when it's about you
I was not a dreamer

It started with teaching
I learned
when to smile
when to hug
when to cry
I learned it from you
The Magic within you

I was a clay, without a form
Being a potter, you mold my form
I get my life, started to breathe
Precious than paint, as it never fade
How would i tell?
you are the one who cared
The magic within you

I'm not a perfect, that's for sure
Not a perfect that you are in search of
The gift that you have given me
Is so important, can't you see?
When i look into your eyes
There are many words, i can't say
The magic within you

No matter how many words I write down
when it's about you
I can never satisfied the writer in me
You are more than a word
Much more than a sentence
How can i stop, using full stop?
The magic within you.
In memory of loving Mother.
Mystic Ink Plus Feb 2018
I feel,
no difference between us

You are,
a beautiful reality

Though, cold silence,
make me think, I am in dream.
Mystic Ink Plus Feb 2018
One may be,
A good,
Daughter/Son
Friend,
Mother/Father,
Wife/Husband,
Teacher,
Leader,
She/He
Or so many several else.
Being within connections.
One is good for.
  
If only.
  
If only,
One escapes the web,
Beyond all those several else,
With better intention,
Staying Good.
  
Thus,
Being Human.
Genre: Inspirtional
Theme:Humanity calling.
Linnea Feb 2018
Who are you and
Who am I and
What do we want and
Does it matter if
We stay where
We were before

No difference
No attachment
No memories
No regrets
Scarlet M Jan 2018
They were both
            strangely attached
            to each other,







In arms length,
            nothing more, nothing less.
I'd never hurt myself but
sometimes I get the urge to cut open my face and disfigure it
Because I wonder if I lose all attachment to myself, I’ll finally be free.








If only it worked like that.
If you need to talk to someone, you can talk to me anytime--please don't self-harm <3
A black onyx in a sea of shimmering diamonds
A devil in disguise to the whitest angel of heaven
You stole all her tenderness, her trust and her love
So that you could be entertained for one day, for one month.

You fed her white lies as she wept by your feet;
promises you never intended to keep,
actions that never allowed her to sleep
She would watch your chest rising and falling
Rendering precious breath from your nostrils
And wonder if she could climb inside
Wonder if she could rip out the beating *****
The one that you called a heart
Because on nights that she lie awake next to you
She would listen to it through your skin
Asking herself how such cruelty could be alive

Her wings were like butterfly’s; you blew off the dust,
She couldn’t leave the ground,
Though you knew that she must
You left her for months without warning
She couldn’t read your mind
You threw her innocent questions back in anger
You know, you didn’t tell her
She didn’t have a clue,
She had to make up her own stories
Uuntil you appeared out of the blue.

Did you miss her truly, was your love for her complete?
Or were you scared of losing what you knew you couldn’t keep?
Because you didn’t take away her fears, you added to her sin
You filled her up with demons that scarred her precious skin.
And on the nights you were not there
She knew you did not care.
She filled herself with ethanol and drugs that made her sick.
And the worst part is that she forgave you, because she’s still so ******* rare.

You broke her trust one hundred times
And she didn’t bat an eye,
Because she believed there was still some good in you,
But I think that good had died.
Or perhaps it was never there,
Perhaps it was all in her.
But not anymore.

Now it’s on the floor,
On the door,
In other people’s rooms,
In the girl you thought was better than her.
The girl you should have left in the bar.
You may have begged for her forgiveness
Under the shining stars
Walked her home within the rain
And kissed both of her palms
But words will never heal the wounds
That etched into her soul
Or erase the memories
That still haunt her,
That make it hard for her to grow.

Your angel is no angel anymore
You may have set her free
But you also made her scared.
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