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MacKenzie Warren Jul 2018
it is so, so easy
to write about cold beds
and tear stained cheeks
yet, it is difficult
to write of memories,
                                       of thoughts,
                                                       ­      of happiness
the things that could illuminate city streets
so for now,
i will lay my head to rest
and come morning
i will write about the bright,
the stars that shine despite the night
John Mendoza Jul 2018
What’s trust, when you never want to feel the bottom, oh no

What’s trust when you never want to feel the bottom, oh no

As I tried my hardest to balance out the signs, while trying to draw between the lines, that were constantly changing with the times

But who knew, I could turn my pain, into something beautiful but yet

What’s trust when you never want to feel the bottom, oh no

When searching for something more, meant offering up your soul for something worth more than gold

As we all hope to escape the illusions, caused by those that hope to confuse us, and love those that wish to abuse us, while we search for the thing, that will forever eludes us

But it’s once we learn to embrace the pain and smile through the rain,
We’ll find the means to get past even the darkest of days

And though I tend to try and lift the world with all it’s weight, deep down I know I’ll always be straight cause I chose to let go of all this hate
Pat Adamek Jun 2018
She said “I wish somebody would have told me then that we were living in the good old times”

Here’s the trick
These are the times, right now while you’re alive

These are the times
They don’t have to be old to be good
And it may have been a long time but it must be understood that even up until then
it’s not the end

The only guarantee about time is that old friends are good friends
You don’t even have to be good friends
By good I mean close, or speak often to know
How the times have changed you both

so much

I think of you often but never draw you close or touch
Or come close to the words I want to find so much

You are living in the good times now

If you choose to let nostalgia become the largest component
I’m not living in the moment

It’s standing up and not using your feet
It’s thinking these thoughts and not choosing to speak
It’s feeling this love but choosing not to believe
It’s different for everyone
Its here before me

These thoughts may seem scattered and why does he keep changing the pattern?
Life is a quilt of different times that I quit
Then started again
Getting back to your friend
Give her a call, you promised
Friendship
LUNA Jul 2018
Why does that girl come here so often with those sad eyes? She passes by and stares deep into the café, always seeking for something. She does not seem like be looking for someone, it is more like she is looking for herself reflected on the glass. I am so sorry for her, she is not gonna find anything more than some broken pieces of her old self.
Sky Aug 2018
i found myself,

waking like walking like talking and looking at morning like noon and like evening, and i think like i thought, like i think i will think-- through days like a dozen, or hundred, or nothing.

i wish like a wish never made upon,

want like a want and i don't really need,

do like i did and i will
and i will
and i will

and i guess (like i guessed)

"that will do"

so i walked like i walked

and never found myself
again
Anthony Mayfield Jul 2018
Perfectly imperfect
I’m that kind of man
Happily unhappy
That’s how I stand
Chaotically peaceful
That’s my jam
Jovial anger
Is that what I am?
Obedient resistance
It’s time for a renaissance
Time for some changes
Tribhu Jun 2018
The universe said that I will change,
My heart shall break, I cannot mend
As pure as I'm inside
Just a kid of five,
I laugh away their words, I shall be the same.
My friends would say that I will change,
Distance might break us, only the memories will remain
As youth flows through me
Just a girl of thirteen,
I ignore their words, I shall be the same.
My parents would worry, did I really change!?
A reckless mind inside, a wrecked heart in pain,
As frustration invades my spirit
And I'm just a girl of eighteen,
I break down and cry
I claim that I've gone insane.
I told myself that, "You have changed,
You have a broken heart that will never mend."
As lost I was, I look for a way
The universe conspired against my soul,
And I know I've failed to stay the same.
"So what? You shall break free and find your soul!" Said a voice from deep within.
As overwhelmed as I was,
Just a girl from the past,
I find that kid inside of me again
And embraced all my fears of change.
Changes are inevitable in life. But it cannot change your root if you desire to stay the same in your heart. The universe may scare you, blame you even break you, but you hold the power to make the changes worth your life.
Braxton Fuller Jun 2018
"The Perfect Storm"

The rain won't last forever,
The light after the dark, sign for the better.
Constantly stressed and feeling alone,
Going to your house, that's not a home.
I understand your emptiness,
Wanting love, a little tenderness.
You're Craving consistency,
Giving love, receiving differently.
You have so much to offer,
You're writing the perfect story, you just need a co-author.
The storm is just passing,
Starving for love, feel like your fasting.
Work is stressful and taking a toll
Taking a part of you, making you less whole.
I know what you're going through with family,
It kills you, like it kills me, but zero casualties.
Because we're stronger than we have to be.
Full of stress, reaching full capacity.
Looking up to sky, and the sun's shining,
Once the clouds clear, you see the stars aligning.
Just know there will always be better days,
The rain comes and goes...
                     but it never stays.
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