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RazanSidErani May 2016
I wish that someday,
People will raise their heads,
From their phone screens,
And look up at the fleeting blue sky.

And just marvel at it.
With their eyes.
Not through their instagrams,
Not through their camera lens,
Not through the reflection on their screen.

I wish people would just free themselves,
From social media.
The impulsive need to be on the now,
The relentless need to stalk someone or something.


I wish people would just live for a second,
Without being bowed to a device
That clearly controls
Every aspect of their freedom.
stargirl Apr 2016
a savior to the fallen,
they see you as a guardian
angel.

flying lowly;
kissing the noses of those
looking up for
a sole fragment
of promise.
:)
PoETE Poet-Pete May 2015
Hard to live with all of this weight, when it gets rough I begin to hate, follow me there is all that I hear, it's not so easy and that's what I fear, hold my strength with full grip, this path is wet so I can't slip, tear my face to endless pleasure, time right now is hard to measure, steal a cloud and take that walk, life is real and that's my shock, even ice is oh so brittle, take me there or shrink me little......
Have to make it thru life before you die, now look up to the sky , and swear that you will continue to try and make it thru life before you die.

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Brianna Ki Mar 2015
I gaze up at these stars
Are you looking too?
They make me think of you...

I remember the warmness of you playing against the coolness of the grass dewed

Air so cooled, I watched your puffs of breath get taken away by me

I swear I felt your heart beat shake the ground we layed upon

Was it your scent that intoxicated me?
Or that crisp air spinning my head around

Or was it my thoughts.... Of you?

Those stars scarred the inward parts of me
Burned the memory on me...

                                                           Of you...
Makenzie Marie Nov 2014
“it’s going to be okay”*
they always say
that it’s going to be *okay.

You always say,
“you’re going to be okay.”
So sure, of course,
it will be O.K.
My best friend has died,
they weep.
But you say,
it will all be okay.
“you’re going to be sick for the rest of your life.”
(you have seven new diagnosis)
they say.
but.
“it’s going to be okay”
you say.
You whisper
"I don't feel okay."
But of course,
it will be okay.
I lost my will to live
you say
But, really, trust them.
everything is okay.
Okay.
I'm fine.
You'll say again.
Because you know it's best to just give in
to the fake positivity
Or delusional sincerity.
that it's going to be okay.
A broken heart is nothing new
You're going to be okay.
And
"Tomorrow will be better"
they say.
You will find new love one day
they say.
One day one that will stay.
Because hey,
in every heartbreak
there is a new day
it’s going to be okay.
we can cry for the past,
we could mourn today.
You can hate tomorrow
and you can loathe today.
but not for long
it will be okay.
look towards the future,
because there is one, okay?
There is light in the darkness
and there is hope in today.
*It will be okay.

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