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moria May 2020
Society’s standards collect me.
They grasp me by the hand and they drag me down to the ground
They hiss at me and treat me like ****.
They call me names and test my wits.

Society’s standards deteriorate me.
They hold down my neck with force and pin me against the wall.
Because my body’s 70% water and daddy’s getting thirsty.
So they pin me down and force harsh words at me until I break, releasing all of my fluidity and

To society, I am a child.
To society's standards, I am an adult that needs to comply.
To both, I am a fragile woman that can and will be dominated for or against with or without my consent.
And that needs to change.

Society’s standards are never told off, but we can erase them completely.
Nobody can hiss at me and treat me like ****,
They can't call me names or test my wits.
The ****-hole that is society’s standards.
No idea why I wrote this or who I wrote it for, I guess my finger just slipped. oopsie
Jaxey Oct 2019
Your harmful words
Pass through me as I bath in
My own compliments
reverse poem; it's all based on perspective
jl Feb 2019
You are smoke.

You are smoke.
Impossible to touch,

You are smoke.
Because even though you slip
through my fingers,
And I can't hold onto you,

You suffocate me.
You make it hard for me to think.
You seep into every inch of my lungs;
You are harmful.

You are smoke.
Evaporating vapour;
And all I want to do is breathe you in.
"Love is a smoke made with the fume of sighs." - William Shakespeare
Leila The Kiwi Nov 2017
It is not true,
don't believe it.

Your brain is being a *******,
put it in its place.

It's there to serve you,
not the other way around.

A message I sent to a friend that I may need to stash away for myself.
Leila The Kiwi Oct 2017
Love can be beautiful,
Yes, it can.

But love's also a drug,
And just like any addiction
It can cause more harm than good
Depending on the dosage
and the environment in which it's taken.

Some drugs give you a buzz when you're with friends,
Others leave you in the gutter all alone.
It depends on the strength,
The dosage
And who you're with.

Love can be beautiful
But it can also get out of control.

You always learn a lesson from it, don't you?
Love alone is harmless and magical,
Don't get me wrong.
But you also have to think of the situation...

I don't remember when I wrote this but it was a long time ago. It's a message I sent to my first boyfriend, I think it's fairly poetic.
When a man emerge
from the dark city streets
in search of light.

Getting away from ghetto
Past remain a tattoo
I have found a path too.

But the scars articulated in my face
Will always remind  me where I  was

So I remained humble too,
Knowing today life is harmful to
Someone. Under the street light.
Seema Aug 2017
Web spun in my house
Invisible threads surround
Thou not so harmful
I hate to see them around
Silently creeps on the walls

5-7-5-7-7 syllables
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