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Michael Oct 2018
Winning is losing,
In such a different form,
Losing is winning no more
When we win we lose, no matter the situation
Mary Allard Oct 2018
Your poetry is a story,
the story of your life
Drowned in flowery, rosy words
carved from heart by knife
And as your words
grow and grow,
thoughts tangled up in vines,
I begin to see you clearer, dear,
beyond those clever rhymes
Because what those flowery words conceal
is all those thorns you hide,
the music of why
you'll end your life
and how many times you've tried
Mary Allard Oct 2018
like buying new shoes
finding what clinical issue
fits right
to describe what i am feeling
when i cry every night
Tia Oct 2018
Her
I'm losing her
The her who used to smile
The girl who is full of joy
The woman who used to be happy

She's beginning to lose herself
The one who used to have loads of positivity
The lady who was good at everything
The she who loved to be challenged

She's getting afraid
Starting to hide at the dark
Wanting to just give up
Letting fear eat her up

She's getting tired
Tired of fighting back
Tired of overcoming things
Tired of everything

I'm losing her
The her who radiates
The her who wants to be strong everyday
The her who hates to lose

I'm losing her already
The girl who used to be happy
The girl who just want to be happy
I'm losing her, I'm losing her to sadness
Mary Allard Sep 2018
i will cry
but tears will dry
and i will serve my time
lianverkoeyen Sep 2018
I am everywhere, the shadow remains of the girl I was supposed to be.
This amazing girl, full of life and oh so sweet. She whispers to me sometimes in my sleep.
I wish I could see her again, hear the silent voice before it cracks like a tweak underneath your shoe.
In the park without trees, I remain still. I made my bed, crushed underneath my anxieties.
The hope that washes away from me little by little, the sparkle in my eyes replaced by a deep understanding of nothingness. A hollow shadow that can only see.
I am nowhere not now here.
I once lived, really lived once.
But once is not here now and once is not me.
I am the shadow of something that was supposed to be me.
Though we both came from the same place, perhaps it’s our desires & reality in mismatching that got us changing places, who’s to say I’m right or wrong, through hard times got my heart turn hard & my anxiety got my character stupor. Real friends make effort to be apart & make us feel good. It’s been a while since a flashed a smile. I hope it won’t stay until the end of time. I am able to let go, another poem out, it’s less than what I’m about, there is more, but the only thing I’ve done good is writing poetry. Now I’m peeked behind the curtain & willing be selling my soul. Now I’m in forever.
https://www.amazon.com.au/Inherent-Sin-Darcy-Prince-ebook/dp/B07FR5FW42/ref=sr11?ie=UTF8&qid=1536924150&sr=8-1&keywords=darcy+prince
Anya Sep 2018
They say...

it isn't about winning or losing
it's the sport
and the people who play it
But is it really?
Coraline Hatter Sep 2018
what is meant to be will stay
losing people is okay.

i can look at our pictures and laugh
remember the happy, funny moments
days and nights we spent together
even though we don't talk anymore
ignore each other
you were an important person in my life
it's not your fault neither it's mine
i appreciate every memory I have of you, with you

i don't miss you, we are still in our memories, and that is enough.
found some pics, thought of you. I hope you're doing well.
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