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Omnya0 Oct 2018
Beat me in the head with a hammer
Throw me down some stairs
I want to tear my brain and shatter my wares

I am trapped in a glass jar with no air
There are no achievements I can maintain
And I. Am. Suffocating.

I can't breathe without feeling acid dripping down my throat
Every breath I try to gulp, my chest tightens
My anxiety is a titan
My sanity is slipping

My mind works at a million miles an hour and my soul pays for it

I just want a good night's sleep
I just want to be not constantly pacing
I just want the headaches to stop
I just want a warm hug

All I think I need right now is a warm hug
And a good cry
And I'll figure out the rest later
Salmabanu Hatim Oct 2018
Dear Lord,
     I kneel before you in prayers,
Please do me a great favour.
     Pick the choicest roses from the Garden of Heaven,
Give them to my mum.
Tell her I don't go to her grave often,
For now,she is a soul with you in heaven,
And the miles are light years between us,
Till I meet her again, driven in a
hearse.
       All I have left of her are beautiful memories,
And the sound of her sweet voices.
Her lovely smile after a hectic day,
Her reassuring bear hugs to say,
"There's always another day.
        Tell her that I love her,
I really miss her,
And when she gives a smile,
Hold her for me for a while.

Your Servant,
Karisa Brown Sep 2018
Her hands came
From sawdust
Burried deep
Hidden caves
Of madness

Her speech
Made no sense
But I knew
I read her lyrics
I could see the stars
Dancing in her eyes

Madness
Was a four letter word
Lust love tragic
We had to say goodbye

I miss her sparkle touch
And warm hugs before
I closed my doors
Sometimes a heart
Just won't have it
And sometimes it ask for more
Dinithi Perera Sep 2018
I want to be in the kind of relationship
where I feel like the tiredness of my day gets washed off just by hugging you once
even if you don't make my heart flutter every second…
all for you Aug 2018
i've hugged him twice in my life
once when everything was ok
and once when everything wasn't
but i said it was
I wrote this when I thought we could never be friends again, I found it today and smiled a little. I'm so happy to have you back in my life as one of my best friends. and so happy, that I got your hugs again // love always
stopdoopy Feb 2019
to leave little stains on your cheeks with my lipstick

to see how good you look marked up

your perfume upon my breath

so everyone knows who I'm with

tight hugs

slow dances

nights in autumn

cuddled up

just me and you angel

having a good time
Pain or pleasure?
A poison picked,
A moment missed.

Ingested,
Until you're sick.

Every measure,
Enticed so quick.

Embraced,
Brick by brick.

Oh,
Hugs of concrete.
I'm drunk
Just Alex Aug 2018
Eyes see
Stares lock
Yours to mine
Mine to yours
Hearts flutter
Beat like drums
We aim ourselves
We begin to run
Time dilates
It seems to stop
Yet you are closer
I can´t wait anymore
And in that moment
The distance is null
We embrace eachother
We share in our warmths...
...
...
...
Words fail me...
Where to begin?
I call myself a poet? Huh
I wish
Would a poet lose his words?
His inspiration fade?
Would his pen run dry?
Are my hands so afraid ?
And yet
Nothing else matters
I can only feel
How the ice shatters
The glow, the heat
It sparks life anew
It gives me hope again
The closer I get to you
I tried to make a sweet poem, and played around with the composition of the poem itself, it´s not much, but you gotta start somewhere. Regardless I hope you guys like it!
While they noticed the stretch of kohl in her eyes,
I could see a pacific of emotions trapped.
While they admired her blushing cheeks,
I could read the paleness she painted red.
While they were going gaga over her smirk,
I could fathom the depth of pain that debarred a hearty gale.
While they were lured by the cascade of her hair when she unscrewed the bun,
I could feel the onus of the tantrums she wanted to turf out.
While they were hypnotized by her mesmeric curves,
I was stunned by the withstanding efficacy of such a fragile body.
While they adored her attire and scarves,
I could trace the bruises she carried with poise.
While they were hung up by the glory of her face,
I could do no help but ride out at the scars she concealed with sprightliness which was the most beautiful thing my eyes could ever have a view of and it left me dazed...
And my mouth wide opened.
-Aparajita Tripathi
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