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Shofi Ahmed Mar 2017
Have you ever thought why?
If give and take was the
ultimate measure in life
what did we give to be born
to gain the life in the first place?
Maxim Keyfman Jun 2018
Today I have many plans
Today I have a date with her
Today everything will be great
Today I will be myself

Good morning
I was born again
Good morning
I was born again

Today I have a great day
Because I have a date with her
Today everything will be cool
Today is my best day

Good morning
I was born again
Good morning
I was born again

Good morning
I was born again
Good morning
I was born again

2016
Poetic T Jun 2018
My identity is homosapian,
      evolving from branches
          that have arrived at me.
I'm only human, we have our
differences that makes
         each one of us individuals.

Where ignorant till we learn what
       is before us.  But we never look
                                                  clearly.

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Don't put the prejudice of your life
                                                on me.
Your upbringing was blind.
            don't put your  
                                  enmity on me.
Some people never look further,
for fear of what will corrode there
past mistakes. Never evolving only
reading the same line syllables in
      wrong verse of what is deceived.

Where only human, homosapian line
            of a lineage that took us from
scrapping knuckles
                             to fire
                                      and now space.
Don't blame me for your ignorance,
          look further than your lack of enthusiasm.

Read not only the book of ignorant followers,
           We know where the thunder roars,
We know where the lightning strikes.
Never in the same place unless you unlucky as ****.

Evolve don't regress to the ignorance of before,
            I want to touch the stars.
Not to be fearful of truth, and what lies beyond
our imagination because that's our calling.

             "We were born to touch the stars"
LexiSully Jun 2018
It is alright to go to sleep upset,
For every morning the sky bleeds of fire,
And you are born again.
Luis Valencia Jun 2018
I feel like
Im drowning
I’ve done things
Terrible things

I’ve exposed myself in numerous ways

I’ve given everything to someone who wouldnt give a **** thing to me

I trusted anyone who said they loved me
I gave them vulnerable parts of myself
Things I should have kept hidden

I kissed the palms of those greedy
Hands that took my innocence away

I trusted everyone with my beauty
I gave it away too soon
I let the lust and desire of love
Take control of my mind

I made mistakes

So now im trying to change
What have I done to the pure skin my mother gave im rotting
uv May 2018
Once upon a time,
There was the sound of a cry,
The Cry that made them smile with tears in their eye.

Once upon a time,
There was a movement like a smile,
The smile which bought their world twirling in a while.

Once upon a time,
There were long nights as days,
The days which were turned into their nights in ways.

And the story went on
Their adventure of life was born
Born around this joy that they lovingly adorn

Years went on and they kept on,
selfless, wise and never torn,
Their breath was each for to teach courage,
that would need to move on.

Then came a time , the sand glass turned,
the cry was heard again,
Again with those tears came that smile,
And Realisation struck as plain.
For all parents!..
Jenna May 2018
I have always been the clay
Always.
When my parents moved me from my Italian home
To Hamilton, Canada

I was the clay
I learned English
Decorated a new bedroom
Made new friends
Dressed like I was born here
I became Canadian
Without a complaint

I was the clay
When my Canadian boyfriend
Fed me Canadian food
I ate it
When he wanted me to go to the bar
With him and his friends
I went
When he wanted to watch football
Which isn’t actually football
I watched too
When he started listening to country music
I learnt all the lyrics

I was the clay
When my parents had a baby
I changed diapers
Played ball with her in the yard
Was a good babysitter
Went to the playground
Played peek-a-boo
Read children books to her in English

I was the clay
When my boyfriend wanted to take a break
I said okay
When he wanted to get back together
A month later
I said okay
When he said we should move to Edmonton
I said okay
When he asked me to make Canadian food for him
I learnt for him
When he blamed me for everything
I nodded and said sorry
When I found him in bed with another girl

I became a bird
I was not the clay
I grew feathers
Colourful and long
Then I flew
And I don’t ever plan on landing
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