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Amy Duckworth Apr 2018
We all need it at some point
We always need to believe in it somewhere along the road
It is here to help us move along
It is like that person who stays behind to help you up
But there is no person
It is just you
Keep it in your heart
Keep it safe
Don't let it be corrupted or corrupt you.
William de klerk Mar 2018
Loving yourself
    Is not
                    An option
Right?

Because it’s easy
To hide behind someone’s shadow.
To blame yourself
And blend in.

Was despair so heavy it broke your legs?
Is hope a faulty crutch?
Just like the “friends”
That are a thin plastic net?

Did the hurt make you lose your voice?
In the silence
Did they take your strength
Because it was easy?

So stand up with your broken leg
And limp out of their shadow.
Let your screams be the voice
That separates you from the crowd

Because you are strong ,
Worth loving
  And...
                                 your NOT leaving.
Because Life is worth living
So keep breathing

Even when it’s not easy

-M.O.I
When you hate yourself, blame yourself or lose yourself to dispair , you fall into silence. People can take your opinions and strengths and crush them when you don’t speak.
Parv Dec 2017
Oh love!
Weren't you the one who
was the flame to my darkness.
Weren't you the one who
was filled with tenderness and intimacy.
Weren't you the one who
gave the signs and the journey began.

Oh Love!
It breaks me when I see you
on those streets
Oh Love!
Tell me there's a road
which leads back to where we were
Cuz' I cant love someone else
and
I can't forget your face
Oh Love!
I miss you every single day
and the repository of our moments
is bursting your name
Oh love!
You said my actions are naive and childish
and it ain't worth it...
Oh Love!
Now when I think about it...
All the shadow kisses and cuddles,
the ear bites and nose nuzzles,
the regular gentle caresses and embraces,
It seems we were next to perfect
and were worth it.
Oh Love...


-LOVE
In the last stanza, nuzzle means the act of hitting each others' nose gently to express love.
Melisa Bernards Sep 2017
Don't give up
Don't give in
Too many battles yet to win.
I feel so frail
Full of fear
Wishing I could disappear.
I want to love
I need to live
But I don't have the strength to give.
Coward I am
Courage I lack
I hate myself, I hate this fact.
So I gave up
And I gave in
As desolation settled right in.
The battle was lost
The bruises run deep
Now I'll fade into eternal sleep.
Melisa Bernards Oct 2017
A crushing weight on my chest
A hollow ache in my soul
There's a darkness inside
About to swallow me whole

The tears seem choke me
As I try to hold them in
But they keep sneaking out
Burning trails down my skin

A sorrow I can't describe
A melancholy grief
Constantly squeeze my fragile heart
With no hope for relief

Memories haunt me day by day
Sleep refuses to descend
The light fades quickly now
I've waited for this...The End
Ann M Johnson Sep 2017
Masks we sometimes wear
Wearing a happy face when we want to cry
why do we disguise what is truely inside and hide behind these masks we wear?
A comedy mask to hide the pain and tears that we still prefer not to face after all these years
the true tragedy that we endured is buried deep beneath
We can become slaves to fear and let the mask turn to a horrific one if we let the fear overcome us.
We can be so afraid of rejection instead of seeking protection from fear itself or instead of letting someone know us for who we really are.
It is better to be real with those around us then to be suffocating behind the masks we sometimes chose to wear
It can be so freeing to just except ourselves and let others see our unique real qualities instead of a masked altered identity.
I used to some years back not let people know how I really felt and hide my feelings. In doing so I became one of my own worst enemies. It was like holding my own self in an emotional prison.
Kooky Collages May 2017
I don't want to feel this anymore-
That emptiness I felt as I walked out your door.
You were so kind when telling me to go.
Trying to make it less of a blow.
I know you meant well, but I'm two steps ahead.
I knew this would happen the second I layed in your bed.
I'm empty-
I'm crying-
And I don't know why.
It's not like we even really said goodbye.
"I'll see you tomorrow!", you assured.
But my heart still sank; I felt insecure.
With shoulders slumped, I moped out the door.
I'm a fool for even thinking we'd be more-
Than something you needed-
Than something you tried-
For a second there, I made you feel alive.
Until you were bored and sent me away.
I get it, you still love me, but in a different kind of way.
Dave Scott Dec 2016
Drip drip the rain goes
The farm rots and the wind blows
Time fades away like light into darkness
The Blackness drips come centerfold

In the realm of the nothing it can be so lonely
Dreaming about a better time with your one and only
But hope is like the poor man's change
Give it up and things will stay the same

So the black gives in to bright
The stars are shining over the night
The city glistens like a diamond rock
And you and your love wake up together
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