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dani Apr 2019
Your eyes resembled the ocean
I would forget how to swim
When I would stare into your soul
I would find myself
Drowning
Swallowing water, choking
As water entered my lungs
Unable to say a word,
You stood there and watched
As I slowly became one
With the ocean
dani Apr 2019
She didn’t understand herself
Her mind was in a state of pure chaos
She didn’t understand the powers
She had deep down inside
Her soul was burning
With an igniting flame
But she didn’t understand what to do with it
She didn’t understand right from wrong
Her wings that made her fly
To the highest of heights were cut off
And burned
Her head was in the clouds
While her feet were on the ground
Constantly having the desire to fly
But was unable
Not understanding why
An outside force was dragging her down
Which made her think the worst of herself
Without her vibrant personality
She felt nothing
She would try to fly nevertheless
And would always come crashing down
Constantly hurting herself
Making it worse every time
She was left broken, beat up, and bruised
Feeling unworthy
When all along it was you;
Who didn’t have the capability to fly
In the process of healing myself...
Katryna Apr 2018
Sa laro ng pag ibig,
Walang mechanics,
Walang rules,
walang score

Meron lang players.
Kalaban
Pero walang kakampi
Malas mo kung kilala mo ung kalaban mo pero di mo kayang talunin.
Malas mo kung may gustong kumampi
Pero ibang laro na ang gustong laruin.

Sa larong 1 on 1
Sinong aasahan?

Sarili **** strategy
Strategy na nakabase sa kalaban.
Hey warrior, Keep going!
Hal Jan 2017
And after all the **** you put me through, I still cannot hate you for you had the courage to do what I could not and save me from ruining myself. So instead, I'll think of you with indifference, because you sure as hell don't deserve anymore of my time.
-I'm done wasting my time on you
East Wind Oct 2016
Why do I feel restless
whenever I'm near you?
Why do I feel hopeless
like I don't deserve you ?
Why do I care too much
about what you think of me?
Does this mean I like you
or that I don't like me?
Is it love or maybe not?
Kimberly Seibert Aug 2014
Real is the empty promise.
It's the shadow of knowledge,
making contingent ideas for the nostalgic.
The intention, the purpose, the art of life..
Lost.

When you choose to settle for less than what you are.

— The End —