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Never call yourself a corpse while you still have a chance to live however bad your situations are,
Never refer yoursel a carcass fed by worms while you still got a chance to breathe,
Never lie to yourself that your dying even when a single centimeter to the grave, while you stil can live,
Never see yourself poor while you stil have a big chance to gather wealth,
Never accept that you are useless and helpless while a million chances of bouncing back are waiting for for you to pick and move along strong,
Never say things are done when still you got some points to rectify and perfect,
Never give up feeding a cow that give no milk while still waiting for her own fruits to mature,
Never change a positive coarse, just because it has taken long time, while still can make to its optimal maturity,
Never ever give up, while still have a think about an issue,
Perception has killed many dreams that would have changed the world,
Shortcuts have killed the most infuential and suggestive successes people had,
God had a purpose for problems, gender parity, living classes, age difference and so forth.
Delayed success is still success,
Being dutiful and mindful can change everything.
#never ever give up.
I'm charged to inspire,
The low in spirit can be the most waited transformers of this worled,
The least can be the most,
So help me inspire my poem!
Erin Nicole May 2019
I’m just tired. Tired of being broken. Tired of being forgotten. Tired of being used. Tired of feeling lost. TIred of being nothing. Tired of fighting myself to eat. Tired of feeling empty. Tired of feeling alone. Tired of Tired of doing everything for everyone; But getting nothing in return. Tired of being pulled back into this dark place. I’m just tired. Tired of crying.. Tired of breathing.. I’m just so tired..
There’s a cliff
You’re standing on it
Saw that image many times in my head
It was always sundown
And salt was in the air

Tried to take your hand
You let me briefly
I squeezed it gently, smiled at you
You gave me a glance
There was nothing in it
And you let go off my hand.

Edge being so so close, I slipped
Tried to grab your hand
But you weren’t seeing me
There was a new hand in yours
And you pushed me away.

Falling down, I didn’t fight
Knew it was over
And the dark wasteness waiting below
Took a deep breath, blinked
And salt was in the air
Lost Soul Mar 2019
Dear Heart,

Why do we try so hard?
They dont care about us
But yet we still pass out
little pieces of you like business cards
Im sick of fighting
For once I want to be the one fought for
Have something else to say while writing

Dear Lost Soul,

We do it so no one has to feel alone
Just like you were
When all you wanted was someone to pick up the phone
It hurts... yes it does
But if we make a slight difference
Then its worth it
We dont put ourselves out there, just because
If someone needs us, we are there
Not everyone can pull through
When they feel no one else cares
You fought, made it out alive
Some people arent as strong
To not give in to the knive
We help because we can..
We survived, now lets give that to someone else
Before they call this the end
Jenna Mar 2019
Whoever said to give up
had already gave up

Whoever said to stop
they never knew the word 'go'

Whoever said don't cry
don't know a broken heart

Whoever said your broken
is only repeating what they are

Whoever said you should die
has never climbed a step to live
Amtul Hajra Mar 2019
Stare into the void.
They call me paranoid.

Weeping
Behind the curtains,
As soon as they fall.

Can't rest
My palms
On the ground,
The shattered glass
Will pierce into
My wounds.

Engraving
The grief
Into the cracks
Of my skin.

Screams
Overcrowd
In the chambers
Of my
Dark misery.

Dripping
Down my
Anatomy,
The wine red
Fluid;
Which defines my origin.

Writing;
With my own hands.
The story
Of how
I'll give up
On life.
Luna Maria Feb 2019
what if
the wounds won't heal?
what if
my heart keeps aching
so bad?
what if
my tears won't stop
flowing?

what if
I just give up?
I want to escape the pain so much.
Arke Feb 2019
stop forgiving and cutting slack
to those who don't love you back
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