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Kngblaq Apr 26
Love, an intrinsic part of human nature
Defined by each person in their own way

To some, the start of something beautiful
To others, a vulnerability that can be exploited

Love, a leveler of mighty men
And a lifter of mere men

Love, a mirror that shows who we truly are
And the lens through which we're truly seen

To some, it's the glue that holds us together
To others, it's the force that tears us apart

Love, an intense emotional experience
So powerful that it brings a sense of fulfillment to those who choose to taste its fruits

Love, the beginning, the end and everything in between.
What is love to you?
Ghostcat Apr 26
I built a wall, unyielding, high,  
A fortress strong against the sky.  
My heart, now hardened, won’t reveal,  
The fragile cracks I choose to seal.  

A sturdy front, I hold my ground,  
Yet shadows linger all around.  
My thoughts grow dark, their weight persists,  
In emptiness, my soul exists.  

A blank facade is what they see,  
But pain inside, it rages free.  
The brighter light, the darker shade,  
In endless night, I am betrayed.  

Through days and months and years untold,  
I dwell in darkness, bitter, cold.  
Solitude, my solemn space,  
Where none can harm, where fears erase.  

Yet deep inside, I long to find,  
A spark of hope to soothe my mind.  
Until that day, I stand, conceal,  
The wounds within I cannot heal.

- Ghostcat
meryem Apr 25
How strange it feels, to just be human,
To dream and think in endless loops.
How odd it is, to move a body,
This flesh and bone, in shifting groups.

How weird it is, that I am me,
Out of eight billion different lives.
I wish I could find answers to,
the questions, keeping me up all night.

How wonderful that my mind is free,
Can think about endless mysteries,
But soon the mind begins to drown,
Aching in its own boundaries.
David Cunha Apr 19
Long live love
           From the wake to the grave
           From the ignorant to the wise
           From the ego to the One
Long live love
           From the stranger to the parent
           From the book to the spoken word
           From the phone to the heart-to-heart

Long live love
           Don't raise your flag
           Don't make excuses
           Don't draw lines
Long live love
           Don't make enemies
           Don't ridicule your nature
           Don't repeat an idea

Long live love
         Look above yourself
         Rest on your lover's lap
         Rest assured, rest alone
         Give in to love
                                    everywhere
                                                           everytime.
                                      
                                     it's time
- David Cunha
april 19, 2025
4:14 a.m.
Viseu
I dream of days
Where worry passes by
Replaced by the soft caress of warm winds
Where I trust myself to make big decisions
Without falling apart
Someday I know
I’ll feel your touch
With love alone
No worry, no fear
My thoughts will be clear and pure
Barred away from the darkness
For now I struggle
Too human to not worry
Too non-organic to feel
David Cunha Apr 18
Her prowling gaze strikes
Heart lungs brain electrified
Energy for miles
- David Cunha
april 18, 2025
0:30 a.m.
Visvod Apr 16
My heart sometimes thumps in a normal pace.
Then confuses itself and loses rhythm.
My chest flutters, my breathing shutters
But I keep living.

What does it mean to exist?
Well quite literally, that your heart persists.

Between the beats, there's a moment of quiet.
Stillness that precedes another thump
or serves as an epilogue to the last one.

I am painfully aware of my heartbeat.
So much that it hurts.
I don't want exercise to speed it up and use up my remaining beats
Nor alcohol to plummet it to a state where it beats no more.

But then I lay in bed at night and listen to the soft thumps in my chest.
And it reminds me of its purpose.
Whether or not it unexpectedly stops one day
or beats till it can't beat any more

I'll do my best to love and nurture this erratic, fickle heart of mine.
Arrythmias are annoying.
Visvod Apr 15
They cut, crush, cauterize or tie off the eyestalk
of female prawns and shrimp
to stimulate faster reproduction
   usually without anesthesia

I often wonder the complexity of pain felt
when they flail about helplessly
disoriented and dissevered

Do they     rejoice?  

For their life has a gained greater purpose.

Or do they mourn what once was?

For the following generations will be disease-prone and decline
and suffer
and decay.

Nothing we haven't already done to ourselves admittedly.
We might actually be the only organisms
unable to cohabitate with each other.

We seek God to fear our actions
that are preached as sins.
It keeps us good and honest
Yet our empires and civilizations repeatedly fall
generation after generation
as power is granted to our rulers that partake in
Eyestalk Ablation.

For we worship them over God himself.
It's a good thing we were getting tired of God anyways.
You learn something horrifying everyday.
Ayla Grey Apr 15
Life is made by sorrows
By sadness and despair
Life is made by memories
And words that aren't quite there

Life is wrapped in pieces
And fed to children by the spoon
Life is made by hopes and dreams
And shot far over the moon

Life is full of happiness
But overwhelmed by the pain
And life is full of moments
Like dancing in the rain

Now life can feel so simple
And then take its final toll
Before you realize the fun is over
And now you're growing old

Life will have its ups and downs
Its burdens and its dreams
Life will take its time in pain
And speed through joy like movie scenes

Life will hurt the one that lives
And praise the one who cries
But the beauty in our humanity
Is finding meaning in our lives

We're not meant to live in black in white
We're meant to learn and feel
Our thoughts and our emotions
Are the things that make us real
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