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Leila The Kiwi Nov 2017
He sculpted himself
Into my "perfect person"
And I loved it

Till I realized
It was an act

And I was nothing
But a toy
To play with.

l.v.s
Aleeza Nov 2017
I have never understood
why people gravitate towards light
when it blinds the eyes that cannot adjust
when it can be traitorous

how long have they taught us to reach for light
to reach for a hope that is not really there?
how long have we been fooled that it is purely good
that it will be the salvation of all?

I have found more comfort in darkness
for it does not choke the life out of the shadows
for it does not parch the lands with its severity
for it does not deprive

and i do know
that with darkness there lurks an evil
a doubt that traps you in its embrace
a danger within the shadows

i have been so afraid of such a love
so afraid that they will cast me out because of what i want
for it is not what they dream of
for the shadows are their fear

but i will stand by it
because in darkness
i have found the cure
for the unending light
LifeExplorer Sep 2017
Too many questions too many doubts. Desperate of being loved is what my heart shouts

I gave you my trust,  I gave it with lust. But you said commitment is not always a must.

You walked out the door,  left me lying on the floor. Then I remembered when you said you love me before.

I looked into your face and felt like my world turned into a maze.  You gave me your last gaze and left me confused and dazed
The Trumpoet Feb 2017
Mine eyes hath seen the horror of the rise of Donald Trump.
Mine ears hath heard his vitriol he spews from on the stump.
If you believed his ramblings, he took you for a chump.
His "truth's" near always wrong.

Lordy, lordy did he fool ya?
With his con job did he school ya?
Now you'll have to let him rule ya.
Now that your chance has gone.

He swept past sixteen wannabes and claimed the G.O.P.
Surrounded now by sycophants, and yes-men who'll agree
with whatever harmful, hateful, hurtful law that he'll decree.
His ego marches on

Sorry, sorry, such an awful lesson learned.
By protest through the ballot box, the whole world has been burned.
A tyrant's come to power, with the facts and truth adjourned.
His tyranny goes on.

But I say there is hope my friend to right this wrong, you see.
Will you rise in righteous protest and recite this rhyme with me?
And let it help remind you of the past when you were free.
With hope, we shall move on!

Glory, glory when we weather this dark storm,
glory for us once again, when love becomes the norm.
When we have ousted ignorance in every evil form.
And truth goes marching on.
This poem can be sung to the tune of "The Battle Hymn of the Republic".
You can also see this and my other Trump poems at: www.trumpoet.com
Link to video of this poem: https://youtu.be/XadPkGX9uSA
Written January 18, 2017
Nayana Nair Jan 2017
I have an idea of Myself.

And how often, in the unregistered intervals of time,

When thoughts of world avoided me

with as much  fervor as I avoid this world.

I think of what I am,

I realize that of all the people I have deceived,

the one I fooled with perfection was myself.

When I see what I do not want to,

my mind desperately grabs onto a stray thought,

to distract me from understanding

Of what I am about to realize.



But I know this game too well

and this is not a secret that I have uncovered

for the first time in life.

It is what I half-remember in all my waking hours

and all that I know of in my sleep.


I know this lie, I have been telling myself.

But today is not the day,

to shatter my Idea of Me

with one cruel realization.



The day, when it comes,

shall be the last I breathe as me.

For I cherish this Idea

more than myself.
J Valle Sep 2016
How many times,
Has my heart been broken,
By your words and your promises,
So hollow,
They resemble to my heart.

It ain't hard to believe,
That you caught me again,
Fooled me once more,
Played your games,
And ended up loosing any way.
Johannes Coetzee Sep 2016
here I stand
ripped out heart
broken soul
never could have imagined
or in denial; this is what it made me
still yearning for it- the heartbeat skipping, air seeking, andrenalin pumping yet deceiving moments
how could a golden heart stop beating?
a tender soul stop caring?
left with the results of loving unconditionally and until the infinity
a broken soul
Diary of a Lonely Teenager
Keren Jun 2016
The truth was unleashed
      when I saw you
  with her
Hands are intertwined
Staring at each other's eyes.

I was dumbfounded
   Cant even feel my senses
Everything was naked.
I knew.
**Our love was just a lie to you.
I was doing this while in class because I was bored as heck.
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