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bri Jul 2018
Reflecting on my life
I have made too many mistakes,
but mistakes are the most fun
without them
we wouldn't know who we are.
We do things to see if we want to so it again.
We **** up.
We heal.
We **** up some more.
We heal ourselves
& we heal others.
Life goes on,
despite all that we face.
Though I may not be innocent,
I am honest
I am true
& I will not be condemned for my mistakes.
Who gets to say your mistakes are better than mine?
cac·o·e·thes
ˌkakəˈwēT͟Hēz/
noun
an irresistible urge to do something inadvisable.
Chantal Jul 2018
This is the sign you’ve been looking for.
So live darling. Live reckless and brazen. Don’t you dare hide how you feel & never try to meet the set standards.  Don’t think, just do. Forget how it’s ‘supposed’ to go, and all that could go wrong. Disregard all the illogical cause and effects Society determines. Ignore the 99% likely outcome and go after that 1% with everything you’ve got, kid. ‘Cause if something or someone makes you happy or gives you a sorta feeling you can’t explain, even if it’s just for a little while- ignore all the ‘advice’ & the whole doing the ‘right’ thing, and hold on to it till your lungs give out, regardless of what form you get it in. Here’s the truth darling; life’s too short for norms and logic. Too short to hide your feelings and god knows, way too short to spend even a second unhappy & restrained due to fear and the abstract ideas that things are meant to go a certain way. So if you love someone, scream it at the top of your lungs, and if you feel like crying, collapse and shatter. Live impulsively because there’s nothing purer than the desires of the heart.
-c.j.m
She said “but it can be acceptable

You can be responsible

For that station, you must be able

Stays at you are

Satisfy with the fate

Change to your look

Smile as you could

Look for love and take

The chance if you remark

The time is not bad

But we get it bad

If we thanks our God

, Remind his good

Changes will be by a hand

Of us not another hand

If you smile enough

If you get love

If you see kind

Be near it with happy

The life will be easy

And there will be funny”

He said “but it is not easy

How can I find love?

Every thing here is tough

The weather, the land

The people have enough

Hate for slaves like us’

She said “you don’t find love

Search and you will find

Surely near as wind”

She went at speed

Without saying a word

He was astonished

How did she go?

Without saying a word

Khalaf their master

He stayed with a manner

Of happy and said

To all masters of Mecca

Finally I solved

My stubborn now is kind

He stayed as any one

He obeyed my laws”

One said “how was that “

He said “by love

Love is that

I brought a girl

She was near

They talked there”

Other said “but they can do”

He interrupted as he might know

“they will be married”
that is for who search for faith
Ashari Ty Jul 2018

this isn't the last gaze
or is it?
it's funny how we desire to
have a last look on good things.

this isn't the last touch
or is it?
it's funny how we hold on
before we let go.

this isn't the last kiss
or is it?
it's funny how we talk sweet
before we say goodbye.

this isn't the last breath
or is it?
it's funny how we have to
exhale before heaven.

this isn't the last day
or is it?
it's funny how i can't tell
dawn apart from twilight.
~
Kelsey Jul 2018
I never knew the best way to initiate *** (or this poem for that matter)
I'm either completely submissive or surprisingly dominant
There's not much in between

I first kiss you slowly
Like an old fashioned movie
Spreading your lips
With my lips
Enter the realm of unknowing

When my tongue embraces yours
My heart beating, uncontrollably
The warmth of you breath
The dampness of your mouth
Positively suffocating

Without another thought
Our clothes begin to come off
Your hands hidden within my hair
We are as we were born
Selfish and bare

Lead me into the darkness
Where the only sense that matters
Is touch
Shield my broken body
Speak unspoken love

Bracing myself
I hold my breath
As I pull your body
Closer
To my chest

Like a well known dance
Your hips move like fire
I melt loudly between the sheets
I am vulnerable
To your desire

Lay rested on your back
For I am protector of the nest
I can hear you breathing
Harder
As sweat trickles down my breast

The time has arrived
I close my tired eyes
Because its darker
And more familiar
As I arch back to grip your thighs

My whole body is shaking
Yours is too
And when it's over
Your breath is softer
My mind is now anew

And when all is done
And we've restored our sight
My closed lips
Kiss your closed lips
And we both respond "goodnight"
Lily Jul 2018
I wish I didn’t
Have to wonder about your
Commitment to me.
Lyn-Purcell Jul 2018
Sitting here haunted
My thoughts are reservoirs
But they can be art

For I'm living art
Filled with emotional memory
Untapped potential

Pain that always drips
and aches as I age in life
But it helps me grow

And though I do love,
I am wrapped in hatred's thorns
Not all wounds will heal
I have changed, but some things don't.
Undoubtedly due to my ambition and drive for stability, I do tend to hold on to the hate that was put in me long ago. And it is a pain that I have had many in my life denounce as something insignificant...
Some part of me wants to let that hate go, but the other part is afraid to.
I just count my lucky stars that I'm still here.
This headache is just reminding me of my wounds and scars.
But this is a conduit to which I can let it out.
Thanks everyone,
Be back soon!
Lyn ***
Lyn-Purcell Jul 2018
In this day and age,
you can only love or hate.
So simple-minded
Gone are the days where you can sit, have a stimulating conversation about something and have your agreements/disagreements but still RESPECT EACH OTHER'S OPINION! Are you so primitive to believe that one can't love something and still critique it? And I've noticed that when you argue with such people, YOU are the one who looks like an idiot in the end.Just because you have a **** opinion...
-.-
******* with that BS. If I truly hated something, I would say it's **** and move on. I would not bother to list what is good and bad about something.
I'm that type of person, to give credit where credit is due and still call out the *******! And somehow, I'm a 'mindless hater' - _____-

...I hate this generation so **** much...
I'm so peeved right now, my blood is boiling and my house is like an oven.
Be back soon.
Lyn ***
Lyn-Purcell Jun 2018
Loathe me for owning, wearing and
being my truth than adore me for
hiding, faking and being
a lie
I just want to be my authentic self.  
Why should I be pressured into being anything else?
Anyway, thank you everyone for all the likes, loves, reposts and follows!
I truly am grateful!
Lyn xxxx
AZ Jun 2018
Reflections with pain staking recollections
Watch your old self with memories of where youve been
How far youve come and whats left to be seen
A feeling of emptiness thats getting too deep
Why look to the past when we try to live in the present
Because the future is too foregone for us to reference
Every mistake we made a reminder to forget
And every forgotten mistake one waiting for redemption
That never arrives
If you shone a light in the darkest room
Would you be enlightning or just a nuisance
Disrupting the current order is something only the brave do
And maybe the foolish too
Cause death is all they brew
What do we have to lose but our lives
And why is yours so valuable when theres 7 billion others on the line
Maybe cause we have only one as opposed to 9
But if we live it in vain then we're better off dying
And if we live it too proudly then it changes before our eyes
Family turns to strangers and friends to foes
And true solace only comes when youre alone
For you hate other people and all that they represent
That one cant be  strong in their own presence
That one cant surive without someone to rely on
That one cant stand out and be profound
But only one person can ever wear the crown
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