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Yusuf May 10
Here you are.
Running and running,
you stand here at a border.
One of vessel and mind.
  
Oh, mirrored child!
How you have grown!
Still...
too tame, too wild.

A paper without a pen.
A frown devoid of rage.
Your words are vibrant.
Your value is undefined.

Static as a variable,
dynamic as an organism.
You have friendly masks,
yet volatile insides.

A friend?
A foe?
Brutality or mercy?
It is time to choose.

Oh, my best friend...
my oldest enemy...
how do you do?
Mia J May 8
Something that needs more attention and convo.
I’ve known about it since a youngin’
But I didn’t understand it then.
Now that I do,  
there’s confliction.
I’m straddling the fence with this.
My husband is supposed to be the man with the  
key to my body.
I’m years from marriage plus  
my mind thinks of the act.
A lot.  
Apparently, this is wrong.  
I thought I was only human.
Don’t they understand *** is everywhere?
Isn’t the thought better than the action?
I made the decision to wait.
Not because of the past teachings.
This is my body, my choice.
I can’t bring myself to give away
my most cherished part
away so easily.
Is the choice easy?
Even in singleness, the thoughts
and temptation is everywhere.
I could find a guy.  
Any guy.
And have fun.
But would it mean more to me than him?
Is the choice fair?
I can’t argue with the Word.
But I have free will.  
The main thing I want to avoid is soul ties.  
Those can’t leave me as quick a bad
fun session.
Will my wait be worth it in the end?
I hope so.  
This may not be easy,
Let alone fair.  
But in my eyes, it’s right.
-Mia J
10-8-2019


© 2019 Mia J
This was composed in 2019
diamond star May 6
In a distant land, a city bright,
Where olive trees bathed in golden light.
Fields of oranges, ripe and sweet,
Where children’s laughter filled the streets.

The markets buzzed with joy and song,
With bread and sweets the day stretched long.
And in the air, so soft and near,
The call to prayer, both calm and clear.

A boy named Adil, young and free,
Kicked a ball beside the sea.
His laughter rang through ocean’s roar,
His joy, untouched, his spirit pure.

The sky, once bright, shattered apart,
A deafening BOOM that shook the tide.
The earth exploded, a deafening roar,
Shaking the heavens, tearing the floor.

Adil, still laughing, thought it was a game,
Chasing his cousin, calling his name.
But with each step, the world shook more,
And childhood crumbled to the floor.

His cousin’s grip was all he knew,
They ran, though neither understood.
“What game is this?” young Adil cried,
As they fled with nowhere to hide.

They ran through streets of bloodied cries,
Each corner echoing with broken skies.
Adil, with innocence in his chest,
Held his cousin’s hand, still thinking this was a test.

Where once stood a shop full of sweets,
Now rubble, fire, and twisted streets.
The joy he knew had turned to dust,
The city crumbled—lost to rust.

Still, Adil ran, his mind confused,
This had to be a game, he mused.
“Mama,” he whispered, wild with dread,
But this was not a game he had been led.

Through empty streets, they ran in vain,
Until cold metal came like rain.
A machine, massive, towering high,
Once seen in movies—now his sky.

Adil stood, still thinking it’s a race,
The terror too real, too much to face.
“Is this the game?” he thought in fear,
But the nightmare pressed far too near.
This poem reflects the innocence of childhood, and how quickly that innocence can be shattered by the horrors of war. It was inspired by the ongoing conflict in Gaza and the devastating impact on children caught in the crossfire. I wanted to show the heartbreaking reality that innocent souls, full of hope and joy, are forced to endure such unimaginable pain
Phia May 6
Everything is fine
Then one Sunday afternoon
The dam between your teeth
Starts to crack
And all my flaws
come pouring from your mouth
I wish you would say what’s bothering you sooner. Let’s talk about it rather than explode
Today I was tired
And we picked the wrong time to argue
And I did what I do best, silence
Not to punished you
But I don’t want to hurt you with my anger
Be patient please, wait until I’m ready to open myself again
Zeus and Hades Dispute the Soul of Man

Upon Olympus’ storm-crowned throne,
Zeus spoke in thunder, wrathful tone:
“Let me shape them, bold and bright,
With minds like flame and hearts of light.
They’ll build with stone, they’ll climb the skies,
Their dreams as vast as eagles rise.”

From shadowed halls and molten floor,
Rose Hades, Lord of Death and War:
“You give them fire, but I give fate.
Each heartbeat ticks toward my gate.
You build them high, but I make whole.
What good is man without his soul?”

“They are not yours!” the thunder cried,
“They breathe beneath the open sky!
Let them rejoice in song and feast,
Let love and war be theirs at least!”

Hades laughed, in low despair:
“And yet, they whisper me in prayer.
You give them hope, I give them truth
The mirror time holds up to youth.
Their gods may lie, their hearts may roam,
But every man comes crawling home.”

“They shall defy you!” Zeus proclaimed,
“With temples, towers, songs unnamed!
They’ll name me Father, King of Kings,
Their lives uplifted on my wings!”

“But when the wine runs dry,” said he,
“They’ll find their way from gods to me.
Let them rise but not forget
Their roots are born in ash and debt.
For what you raise, I shall receive
The last to hold them as they leave.”

And so the world was born of strife
Between the spark and end of life.
One gave will, the other doom,
And Man walked bravely toward his tomb.

With dreams from Zeus and dusk from shades,
A creature of both light… and grave.
This poem imagines a primordial dispute between Zeus, the god of the sky and supreme ruler of Mount Olympus, and Hades, the ruler of the Underworld. Drawing from Greek mythology, it dramatizes the eternal tension between aspiration and mortality. Zeus representing human ambition, creation, and divine light, while Hades symbolizes the inescapable truth of death, fate, and the unseen. Together, they mirror the dual nature of human existence: the pursuit of greatness shadowed by inevitable decline. In this imagined myth, mankind is not shaped by one god alone, but forged in the tension between hope and ending.
minx Apr 30
if who i am is what you see
what do you see when you look at me ?
across the room
across the world
your eyes are the one thing i catch.

the invisible, unbreakable string ties us together
holds me by the neck
your gaze grazes my lips
and you forget her presence--
october is endless.

--

ViCTORiA’S iNTERLUDE

VICTORiA, SAY iT BACK
i CAN’T BE LEFT ON THE LAST WORDS
THE EiGHT LETTERS.
WHO HURT YOU ?

BRiCKS ARE WEiGHiNG DOWN ON YOUR HEART
NOTHiNG’S EVER GOOD ENOUGH
NOTHiNG HERE COULD SAVE YOU
OR YOUR CUTTHROAT KiNDNESS

CRASH MY CAR WiTH ME iNSiDE
LiQUiD GOLD LEAVES YOU FEELiNG PUT TOGETHER
CRASH MY LiFE BUT i’M NOT MAD
BECAUSE iT WOULDN’T FEEL RiGHT WITHOUT YOU

YOU’RE ONLY EiGHTEEN
HOW COULD ANYONE HATE YOU
i FALL FOR YOUR KiND
YOU STAY THE SAME AND iT’S DANGEROUS

SO MUCH SMOKE
ViCTORiA, THiS HAS ME FEELiNG SO LOW
YOU’RE CRUiSiNG WiTH YOUR EYES CLOSED
LEAViNG ME WiTH NO CLOSURE

YOU’VE DROVE ME AWAY WITH YOUR EMOTiONS
LEFT TO FORGiVE AND FORGET
AFTER BREAKiNG ME BADLY
BLURRY ViSiON, ViCTORiA, i’M BLEEDiNG OUT AND BRUiSED.

--

victoria, what will it take ?
you were the closest thing i had to her
but now that i do have her
there’s no need for you
there’s no need to be jealous.

you’ve given me nothing.
can’t i ask for one thing,
i just wanted you to burn the strings
but instead you cut the ties.
you’ve given me closure.

i guess it takes conflict
to know who really takes you far
but no matter how far we split
our string stays tied.
haven’t we been through this before ?
she knows who she is !! mhmmm, victoria ??
Nala Alfira Apr 26
all the lords shut silent in worry
as the sky fall, how did i started it

i hike the stairs just to feel my heart race
never felt more alone, now i know it

you don’t wanna care, bye
said you’re gonna come, lie
it’s my own fight, right
caught in the storm, died

was it guilt that turned your mighty face
wanna clean your hands, hate me instead
thanks
thanks for everything

all these dark emotions unlocked
at least i let this anger out
they said i was fool for accepting
it’s fine i learned and healing
Smell the rain and watch the sky
This is what i give you
Touch the skin and taste the lips
This is what i have given you
The sand is warm and so are you
Swirl in the water that lick the shores

I have no light to guide you
So make your way by strife
I have nothing else to give you
But an ending life

Never ask why daylight dies
Why the herds head for higher ground
Never ask why i thought you to lie
And to hurt the one you love
Never ask why the night is cold
And why the wind tears in your soul
Never ask why there must be an end

These are the days of struggling
These are the days when you breathe and dream
These are the days of never turning back
What lies behind you is only black
These are the wounds i bleed from
This mortal coil drains me so weak
These are the last words of wisdom
I'll ever speak
Bard of Blyth Apr 21
I’m always teetering on the edge baby
Thirty Six feels like the new Twenty One lately
Do you love me? Or do you hate me?
I’ve got that Pinot Noir and a lit cigar
Im going Cuban in my crisis with a missile
Who you choosing? Tell me in private
I’ll invite it and agitate you a little
Let’s annotate those last lines I scribbled
The wine and cigar are a celebration
The missile is my **** the crisis is agitation
It’s quick wit and the lines seamlessly fit
Its legit I think too much about the pink
The connection I get from making you wet
Sets my mind free unlike the country Tibet

I spy with my minds eye
Something beginning with B
B Cup ******* and blue skies
Blonde beaches and blue eyes
My minds eye envisions you and I
By the sea sipping from plastic straws
Where even ordering our next drink
Feels like a chore
Finding our balance upon these shores.

Hold my hand and I’ll find equilibrium
I could’ve used balance but I chose another synonym
Semantic relation is an example of a hypernym
When I wrote that I felt like a clever clogs
But when I’m with you I feel like a God
That’s a nod to myself I have to applaud
Lord, you know how to try my patience
I patiently wait but you seem to be vacant Chewed and spat out like gum on the pavement
Have I lost my lustre? Am I Blockbuster?
If I am I wanna know who’s Netflix ******
I’m just being paranoid but thoughts flutter
I stutter and wonder grinding my gnashers
Down to the gums like nothing matters.

I spy with my minds eye
Something beginning with B
B Cup ******* and blue skies
Blonde beaches and blue eyes
My minds eye envisions you and I
By the sea sipping from plastic straws
Where even ordering our next drink
Feels like a chore
Finding our balance upon these shores.
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