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chloe fleming Jan 2018
How soon do the words escape your mouth that you realize-
It's far too late to share words that were communicated in a nod three weeks ago,
Or in a passing by kiss last year.
Now they are a hollow shell of everything you wanted to say but somehow feared.
Instead, they were written on your face of faces and spelled out the truth inside of you.
Your words are just words if they are empty and hollow,
Like bones on a corpse-
Unidentifiable.
And when I finally listened to you speak,
I knew we’d never be.
You lack the necessary element that creates me-
Meaning.
Raviha Hussain Dec 2017
T.V
They sit between me
laying down their knees

Finding entertainment
to make themselves free

Oh dear friend I
love the way you see

You don't know the harms
that might cause you dark

Just play any channel
and make the weather better

Just click,click any button
I changes all the situation
T.V button are regardless  all time
mjad Dec 2017
An old friend spoke to me today
Actually an old crush, I should say
Tall and lanky, blonde and blue eyes
Kind and smart, not like other guys
He has someone now
Lucky girl she is, anyhow
I have most definitely missed out
I rejected him over one doubt
He could have been mine
If only I didn't misread all the signs
Now I'm listening to him complain
About some class causing him pain
How I wish I could say more...
Than "yeah, that class is such a bore."
John AD Nov 2017
Malapit na ang aking kaarawan , Subalit puno parin nang lungkot ang aking sistema,
Ako nga ba ay nababahala sa nangyayari sa eksena , o sadyang di ko lang mapigilan ang naririnig sa aking mga tainga,
Nakarinig ako ng isang malungkot na kanta , tugmang-tugma sa tema,
Dala ang lungkot at sakit sa aking mga nadarama, titigil pa kaya ang pagiisip na patuloy lumalala , o magkukunwari nalang sa bawat araw na gusto ko nalang matapos na .

Magpapasaya parin ba ako ng maraming tao , para lang itago itong nararamdaman ko , o ilalabas ko ito kahit napakahirap at baka pagtawanan nyo pa ko.
Sa bawat ngiti ko na naipamamalas ay isang puntos o paraan para lumigaya ako kahit kaunti ,
Sa pagtahimik ko nagmamasid lang ako sa paligid , dahil takot akong magbigay opinyon , at baka ako'y paulananan ng masasakit na Salita na uukit sa aking kaluluwa hindi lang sa balat , hanggang sa tuluyan na nga akong dalhin ng aking isip ,
Kung saan ang dulo at solusyon ay kamatayan.
Mahirap sa pakiramdam yung simpleng bagay o salita para sayo , ay may kahulugan at di mo na mapigilang di magisip sa mga bagay na ito.
chloe fleming Nov 2017
You are my sailor,
Sailing sea to sea
To eventually see me.
Creating waves in my lungs
Till I am gasping for air
You save me,
Time and time again
From the rough and shallow waters I face
With you, life is an endless blue ocean
And you are my sailor.
Together, conquering the waters
With a smile on our face
chloe fleming Nov 2017
Please stop calling me nice.
I am not nice.
I will not be contained to a single word,
When my bones are built from metaphors
And my lips leak similes.
I am a fireball of emotion, splitting trees and men in two with my passion for my art.
I am a slurry of terror, creeping up on you at night that curls your toes right before you fall asleep.
I am not nice, I am anything but
I am alive with the summer heat that burns in my eyes and the sunlight that flows through my ribcage.
I am a warrior, a fighter, a solider in disguise.
I am the moon that hides it face in the day, only to showcase it's purity in the night.
I am the stiff wind that knocks the shallow air out of your lungs on a cold, January morning.
I am the tick, tick, tick of the buzzer right before its majestic song.
I am the obscene, the extraordinary, the menacing things in life.
I am not confined by a single word.
I
am
not
nice.
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