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Hollis Jul 2019
I was born in December 2000 at 11:53 pm
Miss Congeniality came out that year
I still watch that movie
I’m 5’4.5”…on a really good day
I’m 133 pounds
I don’t know how to dance
And I’m a sucker for over-sugared, terrible coffee
Man, choking on sugar seems like the sweetest way to die!
I’m still learning how to be an adult
It’s difficult because I want my parents to constantly be there
But I get annoyed with them when they’re constantly there
I like Naked smoothies…. a lot
I’ve been told that I’m really bad at telling jokes
I’m bad at telling jokes because I go into too much detail
I’m bad at telling jokes because I still don't get them
I have a strange fascination with hugs
Ask my best friend, it’s true
I think it’s because you can’t see the other person’s face when you hug them
So what if that hug means something else you don't even know about?
I’m clumsy
Yesterday, I tripped over my brain, landed on my heart, and it shattered like a broken phone against the pavement
I'm afraid of writing an obituary
Maybe because I wonder if it's going to be written by me for me
I'm sure this sounds weird but I wonder what my laptop say about me when I’m not around
I wonder what the Word documents would say if they could read what I’ve written on their skin
I wonder what my pens would say,
If they knew,
If they knew that I use them,
To pour out my heart and soul on to something that can never actually love me back
Hi
My name is Jace
It’s a name my best friend gave me
I enjoy snuggling, singing and crying until I’m smiling again
But I don’t let my guard down as often as I should
I have solar power compassion
And a battery operated smile
My hobbies include:
Faking my confidence to my friends,
Hiding behind a past that doesn’t define me,
And trying to convince my smile that it's not fake
I wrote this for a Hamlet project.
OpenWorldView Jul 2019
She came with her friend
wanting an introduction
but I played the clown.
She never asked.

What if
I wouldn't have been
the child I was?
Mystic Ink Plus Jul 2019
Who is he/she?

If you see once
You will not forget
That, he/she is
Genre: Romantic
There: Let me define you
Michael Apr 2019
Time Expired and thus Unfettered

Like dusty files unopened on their shelves - serene and calm;
Behind locked doors these memories of war lived in my mind.
Distant images, long archived, evolved in Vietnam
But buried ‘neath the present of a very different kind.

But now those dusty files have tumbled to the ground.
Upended by the vigour of this fine new freedom I have found.
Without the shackles of that other life I find
The memories fresh and sometimes pleasant to my mind.

And so I take them up and dust them off these files long hidden.
Peruse each ancient, tattered memory page by page.
And let their content to my mind project unbidden
The flickering image of a long lost distant, youthful age.

And with these verses I have made for you, shaped by my pen, a light.
That you too might view the shadowed contents of my new found files.
Described between the lines of each is what it was to fight
A war, the grim visage of which was seldom wreathed with smiles.

But I conjure you look closely at these careful, recent woven lines of mine.
This tapestry conceals ideas that oft’ belie the written word.
Look underneath to seek the reason why my thoughts sometimes repine
Against a patterned camouflage which sometimes makes them seem absurd

Chimerical these hidden images that tumble on the edge of time?
Yes, but if you use the mirror of your own reality to construe,
To grasp the presence of that conflict these days almost always called a crime
Then might you judge these portions that I gladly offer you.
Written in 1988 when suddenly I realised that no longer being a soldier I could speak my mind.
Mystic Ink Plus Feb 2019
When I am introduced
With the new one
They tell
Their name
Their profession
Their status

For a kind information
I have nothing to do
With it

Their reflection
Either Temporary/Permanent
What matters
Genre: Experimental
Theme: Instinct matters
Untitledheart Feb 2019
To you,
I am nothing
And that is okay
Gina Dec 2018
Why
You’ve been standing
For much too long, my dear
Let’s step into the office

Now
You may notice
The little chair placed in front of my desk

And trust me
I’m well aware of the rumors you’ve heard
Regarding this chair

I know you’re petrified of what’s to come
Or, rather, what will be no more
The second that chair owns you

And I’m here for reassurance
To plead you not to worry
For you’re truly safe in my presence

And there’s no need to pick up
The belongings you left in the hallway
Your coworkers can take care of that

No
It certainly won’t be effortless
For all the heavy things you’ve left behind
Are just as difficult to carry for everyone else
But with the practice
They’ll grow muscles stronger than the beastly hulk

Now allow me to introduce myself

Hi! I’m Death, your new boss.

Have a seat.
Paige Error Dec 2018
Hello
I am never going to be your first choice
More like the French fry at the bottom of the bag.
I’m not what you’d choose first
Or second
Or even third
But when there’s no other options
You might find me and be pleasantly surprised
So when you’ve run out of better options
Of friendships
Or relationships
Ill be here ready to take over your heart
Or at least your spare time
And if you need somebody to use
Or to break into pieces to rummage for spare parts
Go right ahead because if I can help you at the cost of myself
Maybe I’ll actually feel something for once.
Mystic Ink Plus Dec 2018
उ बाँच र बाँच्न देउ भन्ने मान्छे
उ आफ्नै कर्ममा बाच्ने मान्छे
उ कल्पनामा डुल्ने, सपनामा रम्ने मान्छे
उ चरासँग बोल्ने, प्रकृतीसँग खेल्ने मान्छे
उ आफ्नै सिद्धान्तको कहिल्यै साथ नछोड्ने मान्छे
उ बिना गेरु आफूलाई जोगी ठान्ने मान्छे
उ मानवतालाई ठूलो धर्म मान्ने मान्छे

उ सधै आफ्नोपन खोज्ने मान्छे
उ मानिसको हुलमा विचारले एक्लो मान्छे
उ एक्लो संसारमा रमाउन जान्ने मान्छे

उ एक्लो संसारमा रमाउन जान्ने मान्छे
शैली : प्रेरणात्मक
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