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Douglas Goins Feb 2018
For some reason.
It will always bring us closer.
In ways no one wants.
But everyone needs.
To be able to realize.
Life is short.
One minute you are here.
The next you never know.
So cherish one another.
Be thankful for one another.
Be kind to one another.
Because once the other is gone.
Don't let their death be the reason you return.
You'll never forget.  
What you once said you'll never forgive.
To the ones who have left us.
From the celebrities.
To the teens shot just for being there.
Or just the friends we saw around christmas.
I wish you only peace.
Because we will never be able to.
Now that you are gone.
Douglas Goins Feb 2018
Life with you.
It's bitter sweet.
Sweet bitter I should say.
Because it's a cycle.
One that I can never predict.
Maybe because when its good.
It's amazing.
The *** is unforgettable.
The talks are indescribable.
The love is untouchable.
But there are days.
When it gets touched.  
When our talks are rough.
When *** is absent.
Those days.
Are the ones I see more.
More than your smile.
More than your bliss.
More than your love.
But more than see.
I feel it.
Pushing down on my head.
On my heart.
Pounding away.
With every ill word.
Every childish fight.
Every let down.
As if I'm a nail.
With you being the hammer.
& all you do.
Is bang away.
Until I'm deep into the wall.
& not your heart.
Which means when its bad.
It's horrible.
I'm left wanting & wishing.
For you to just relax.
& let your pride go.
For you to just understand.
That you fighting with me.
Is what's going to **** us.
That you getting jealous.
Is what will destroy us.
Because I can't keep going through it.
I can't keep taking your ****.
I won't.
Because i'll only go so far.
Plus.
There is only so much.
That I can take.
I'm not made of steel.
I can break.
I can feel tired.
From all the yelling.
From all the lies.
From all the pain.
Exhausted even.
Because after awhile.
You just want to sleep.
& have the days pass you by.
Until the bad turns to good.
Bitter to become sweet.
Exhausted to become well rested.
But most of all.
To get pulled from the wall.
& back to your heart.
Nayana Nair Feb 2018
I can’t hear your sighs

while you think I do not care enough.

I would love to bind myself and my life

around you,

Had I not been so sure

that freedom is the only measure of happiness for me.



The love they talk about

is not in my heart.

I can’t harbor such sweetness.

I can’t live in surrender.

I was not made for that.

My heart was made to be loved,

but to be cherished.

I won’t settle for anything less.

I do not ask for anything more.



My idea of love was never

the protection or sense of safety I always lacked.

Or admiration true or false

that could put to sleep the complexes I have.

Or to be touched in ways

that make human hearts race.



My idea of love was

to be so precious to someone

that they you never

change me or break me.



You changed me.

You broke me.

And I only remember the sighs you took while doing so.

Making me feel less than what I am.



But still, I breathe the same air as you,

Cause,

Once,

You almost loved me.
Leila Valencia Feb 2018
Maybe I can - said she
The little petals seemed like crowned jewels...
And I breathed

Something more.

It felt like connection
Sense
This deepness

I have never known
And I felt I could.
The stars seemed like guides.

And. I knew — where my compass....

Directing me
Slowly

Blows my sails
When you are beginning to have a deeper understanding of who you are to you.
trump - hide and run for headline cover before armageddon

arc de triomphe interesting facts

if zee al chemist trump doth win go hide in the bunker
to save your ***
brace yourself as this don holed
confabulates that gold iz brass
and conjures prestidigitation
like spinning false hoods in2 truth - crass
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a synonym force head fabricator -
will threaten democracy, thus be afraid
as this pompous voice quotes
from hiz playbook, which = a charade
the ******* truths, he
(who i liken to the plague) doth evade
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and dreams up fault of Barack Obama
for extinction of dinosaurs,
crucifixion of Jesus Christ
down fall of the Roman Empire,
or far tethered Fred Flintsone ca fetching an escapade
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yea...this rip pub lick'n presidential contender
evinces a psyche frayed
building and monopolizing castles in the sky -
nonexistent as a grade
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school fib - or donning role
as play ground bully teaming with ivan
the terrible to dominate the greensward
in the above fiction, but...man
that loose canon dressing his
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"make america great again" gag line - whar i ran
and mid eastern countries will rise
as one cheering him as star of global hit parade
despite any raging oppositional pandaemonium
birth er ring a conflagration
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kenya believe the world acquiesces
to thine projected masquerade
blocking im grate shunning crowds -
which number of people rival in size  
taller (if stack one atop thee other)
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than the trump tower casino or high rise
with his signature - hm...mebbe funds provided
by drug lords, the swedish house mafia
or terrorist ties???
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whom security details silence by tossing a hand grenade
sham on you Potemkin village people for quaffing draughts
from elixir purportedly to transform visage with trademark
swept back, wavy and coiffed hirsute.
Ivan Brooks Sr Jan 2018
Rise And Shine, Make today thine
For most perfect days like mine,
Promises no perfect tomorrow
For time is a perpetual arrow .

Rise and shine, now is the time
Slay your way to the borderline
Cherish your days and every great moments
Embrace your life and own all the moments .

Rise and shine, It's happiness time
Say aloud the world is now mine
Enjoy the rays whilst it lasts
Yesterday is now about our pasts .

Rise and shine, make time thine
Shine like autumn in summer time
Put in play hours and make it yours
For a day lasts but just few hours .

Rise and shine, make for yourself time
Allow yesterday and time to intertwine
Today is here, Tomorrow still awaits
Shine.for a borrowed time never waits .

twitter@ivanclapers
#IvanBrookspoetry
The first step towards anything is to rise up...purpose
Evi Dent Halo Dec 2017
Her King

Her father

He, a God in his own right.

-

An emissary for peace

He; loved by all, and had no counter-part

He was her father

And she his princess.

-

Long after still these memories stirred

She being carried on his shoulders

Shortly so, and rightly so

So was love, and love thereafter

She his princess and none thereafter.

-

This woman with no master

Had her father's will

She was bound by spirit strength

Bound by indomitable will.

-

And so the king lived,

Carried his princess upon his shoulders

And soon thereafter- her time to lead

Was still carried upon his shoulders.

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And she thereafter had sons, in this- this studious manner

And so there was peace in this land, and all they touched thereafter.
A daughters love for father

FINV "Her King." v3 (11/13/17-11/21/17) - by Evi D. Halo
Uka Nov 2017
Sad of wood
We step the Many
Seen of people so
Forgotten stop of Few
But the magic that shows
We as people
Never get to see
Such light of plenty
From a height so pure
From a height so sound
I as a story
And I as spoken
Person of steps and miles
Can’t take an hour
Or moment to long
Foreseen by Few
But left by Many
A table or chair
With word to share
So simple a connection
To the Many
Many, Few, Many, Few
The numbers unseen
Or ones we can
We value such
For we as people
Can’t see the Many
But cherish the
Few we experience
Baby girl
You can take my stars
As long as you don't go too far
And leave my doors ajar
I'll be content
I have immense fondness blossoming in my heart
Knowing you'd treasure something so seemfully undeserving
Of an angel
I won't let these vines untangle
If it's in the right place
The first time we met
I'm not so sure, I won't regret
But you prove me something...
Something that I will never forget.

You teach me how to smile,
And did'nt make me cry,
With you right by my side
I feel safe not only for a while.

For everytime I am with you
I started to felt something new
Is this love what I felt?
I think it is, so I thank God we've met.

You treat me so special,
And love me for who I am
That's why nothings gonna change
Like the first time we met.

©2008 John Vincent Obiena. All rights reserved.
Remember that first day you met this special person that turned your world up side down? I still remember that day and from that very beginning I am glad we are still together.
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