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joecool Feb 26
im trying
im trying to be chill
im trying to be what you expect me to be

but
i just realized

no one here appreciates me for who i really am

im done trying.
its not like you get to shape me into who you want me to be
You tell me I'm one thing,
But really you're just afraid that I'm something
Undefinable.
You believe everyone is one or the other,
But whats the beauty in that?
Maybe one day I'm
'They'
The next I'm
'She'
Then the day after I'm
'He'
Don't suppress me for being
Everything.
Nothing.
And
Me.
I am undefinable
Relieve me from this label,
I cannot belong in this cramped space
That you decide I fit in
I don't understand why anyone would want to be confined
To just one thing.
You tell me I'm this,
Not that.
But why can't I be both?
Or neither?
Why conform?
Why conform when I feel so free just being
Me.
Why conform?
Brett Nov 2020
Him
Oh, does a man wonder
If he can ever taste love again
For if he did
Would the ink run dry from his pen
Would his metaphors fall overboard
And sink to the abyss
Oh, how he fears the kiss of warm lips
May deaden his words
And if his manic musings would even be missed
For the only time his wandering mind feels alive
Is when the flowers that bloom
Lay dead inside
Through pain is how he explains
The beauty of a dessert
Longing for rain
He’s played many a game of chess
With the author of his own death
It’s how he learns
The difference between
A cold December nightmare
And living out his dreams
His reality is seen
Through the lines we read between
Labeled aloof
You would be too
If you sat with the truth
And understood
He would rather be him
Then pretend to be you
Imagine a man at peace with every dimly lit street
For even the shadows speak
Subtle, discreet
Lend an ear
Give them a listen
Oh, darkness
Forever painted as the villain
He finds hope in those lonely cold winters
Depressed or obsessed?
For maybe he lives life
As if life were all he had left
Often out of step?
Or unwilling to die on a bed of his own regrets
If only you could feel the fire of passion
That burns in his every breath
We all fade
So, he would rather slow dance with life
On the tip of her blade
For your only ever you
When you forget to be afraid
Long, but I just could not stop writing.
Sarthak Ghatkar Oct 2020
I am not normal
I am something different
I am something unique
I am a tide of change

'Cause in a place I live

It's okay to be who you want
It's okay to choose who you are
It's okay to love who you like
And it's okay to ne true to you

'Cause I have grown up in a garden of love

Far away from the fists of hatred
Far away from the eyes of misjudge
Far away from the jaws of insult
Far away from minds too old

'Cause I have nurtured in the hands of god

I preach to love all the same
I plead to break all the barriers
And for once realize
We are all the same blood and flesh
Accept and Love all People
Adi N Oct 2020
You caught our eye,
sticking out
in a bed of old red and pink flowers.

What's your story?
Perhaps you were just a red or a pink flower
who chose to be yourself.

Or perhaps you were put there
by forces beyond,
to blossom into a messenger.

Thanks for making us think,
and offering a choice to change
while we still have time.
Caage Gaber Sep 2020
Individual;
such a gorgeous and grand word.
Though dull, it's visible.
It took me a while to figure out, but I love people that throw away the act that the world expects you to have and plays as themself.
Dharatal Sep 2020
Once I asked myself ,
Why did I loved others so much that after using me they left me ?
Why don't I loved myself that much?

Why did I cared so much about others that they forgot my value?
Why didn't I cared about myself ?

While thinking these all I cried a lot, because a question raised in my mind that what did I get after caring about others to much that I lost my everything?
Care about others ,but don't care to much that at a time they start treating you as a servant.
Roberta Moshe Jul 2020
They say I do not fit,
Like a square peg in a round hole, I shouldn’t be.  

They say I ought not exist,
Because who I am does not match their script.  

They say I do not belong here,
For ‘difference’ is not a word we understand here.

They say “we do not want you",
So, run and hide like the ones before you.
  
In their eyes, I am a pariah, an outcast, a loner, a target, I am many things,
I am a guitar without the strings  

On the basis of my uniqueness, I am ostracized.  

For I am coloring outside the lines,
I am something they can’t define.

I am crisscrossed, zig-zagged,
I am not exact.  

I am jazz, wild and unstructured,
They say a bit fractured.  

I am disruption, I am chaos,
But that’s the stuff that makes us.  

I am not a perfect symphony,
But really, who needs to be?
This is for anyone and everyone who has ever felt like they don't belong.
Kyle Jul 2020
Be
Be a light that shines bright;
Be a mighty knight.
Be strong and fight;
And be a person that brings the world with delight.
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