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han Feb 2018
I’m tired of hearing
the same things
“you’re amazing”
I don’t want to be told
I want to be shown
that I’m captivating
of your attention
that I’m worth your days
Words mean nothing
without the feeling
behind them
that evokes them
in the first place
February 26th~han
Domina Gamboa Feb 2018
Flowers? I won’t give you flowers ‘coz you are the flower...

Like a sunflower that brightens up my day.
Like the rose petals as soft as your skin, I say.
Like the colorful tulips, so showy like your kindness.
Like a jasmine, very fragrant and full of sweetness.

Like the daisy, sweetheart of everyone you meet.
Like the purple orchids, you are my most favorite.
Like a lily, fleur-de-lis of purity and fragility.
Like a stargazer, watching over in tranquility.

But of all the flowers, you are the most unique.
Nothing can ever surpass your beauty and physique.
Your values are very clear and very outright.
Not to mention your nature is as beautiful as the sunlight.

I hope, like every flower that blooms each day,
your splendor will always be the same.
Because happiness radiates from you.
It’s so contagious, that it affects me, too.
And yes! You are already the flower.
I hope one day, I’ll receive one or even two.
Snizzlefish Jan 2018
I cannot take a compliment.
Or so I've been told.
Yet I still have to accept them, like unwanted gift cards on my birthday.

Compliments.
They are not taken.
They are given.
Even if they are not needed.

I've been told all my life I can't take one.
Then why must you insist of giving them?

I understand, I do.

A close friend speaking from kind admiration is sweet.

But listen.

A wildflower does not need validation.
It grows despite any spoken words.

Dandelions require sweet nothings,
The whispering kindness of desire.

It takes little more than a breath to blow them over,
They break underneath anything other than quiet breaths.

I am a sunflower.
I stand tall and proud beneath a hot sun.

I grow to my own height and no one else's.
I sway beneath unkind assaults, and it takes more than battering words to break me.

So try to understand, I don't need your reassurances.
Tell me not what I am, but what I do to you.

In a world full of weeds, try to grow a little wild.
Bella Nov 2017
Has anyone ever told you that you have a beautiful nail bed?

I was once told that if you give people compliments they don't usually receive they'll remember you better
So...

Has anyone ever told you that the freckles on your cheeks remind them of the Galaxy in the sky?
The galaxies that I thank God for every night because they're how I know that there's something bigger than me out there.

Has anyone ever told you the waves in your hair remind them of the Fibonacci spiral?
The one found in flower petals.
The one that so perfectly balances Beauty and nature and science.

Has anyone ever told you that your deep brown eyes look like they hold all of Earth's purity?

And that the Shimmer in them looks just like the Moon's bright light?
It isn't actually shining itself, but whose light comes from something much bigger
and much brighter
and much More Beautiful, than the tiny glimpse of light seen.

Has anyone ever told you that when they see the Shimmer in your eyes they know that the reflected light is coming from your soul?
That it is so bright
and so beautiful
and so endless, that it has found a way to shine into your eyes and out into mine.

Has anyone ever told you that watching you love something is addictive?
Seeing The Unbroken attention
time
and heart, you put into it is mesmerizing.

Has anyone ever told you that your lips look as soft as silk?

Has anyone ever told you that your hug feels like it could cure a heart attack?
The way you're so calm and so warm.

Has anyone ever told you, that they want you to remember them?
No explanation needed
Stewie Nov 2017
All the men,
they call me beautiful.
In their minds,
they think they are doing me a service.
I wish they knew,
that I wish to be called something more.
Penetrate my mind and my soul
and then I will let you penetrate my body.
I am simple.


-Don’t call me beautiful
they say,
"**** kid you write so much"

i say,
"how could i not when my home
was stripped off words
for so long -
so ******* long that my lips cracked
like aged paint tearing off walls.
and i thought my voice
will forever be lost in these desolate rooms
that i learned how to scream
without having to make a noise."

and maybe if they say,
"**** kid you write so well"

i'll reply with a shrug,
"maybe for you...
but i never thought about it
all i know is that i've felt empty
for so long -
for so ******* long that now i let myself write.
write whatever. to fill the empty
rooms with new, colorful paint."

-n.c.
Just wrote this and didn't even edit it or check for errors. I guess sometimes being impulsive in writing lets us surprise ourselves with what what we truly feel inside.
Jas Aug 2017
The melanin which coats my skin so effortlessly
Propagates poetry, completely faultless
I am empowered and feared
Like an electric fence surrounding the perimeter
Of a jail house or asylum
Both on either side recognize me
As something without entry or exit

"You're cute for a black girl"
Is what they say to me -
Though my knees fastened in position
Standing tall
I am supposed to bend and bow,
To accept this "compliment" and condemn
Others before and after me
To accept is to limit the scope of beauty
Because I am
The exception;
Why?
I'm "cute for a black girl." 

To all of the people
With an outlook on life
That only encompasses the width and length of a rabbit hole
I salute your stupidity and arrogance
Your firm belief in marching behind those
Truly one of a kind, 100% seen faux compliments
That I am not supposed to be offended by -

When we all know every offensive statement begin with "no offense,"

How about
You're cute for an *******
And
You're absolutely **** for an imbecile -
Who needs abs when you've got this?
For anyone who has received this golden compliment of the highest order, do not let the giver slide away so easily. "Compliments such as these need to be burned and burried.
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