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tobi Oct 2018
being different
may mean you’re not normal
at least to society
but it also means
you’re brave enough
to break the mold
and to me that’s more rewarding
than fitting in
break the mold 2k18
Born of ironwood and oak -
raised amidst fields of gold,
though rust tried to take you hold,
You mold your self to diamond hope.
Leila Valencia Mar 2018
The truth inside you will be a whisper
The most quiet sound.

No one would hear it, not even you

And as that voice in multitudes it said you will

And it said a word that shook your body
It shook your being
Every foundation - every cell - every experience
The sense of being shattered

And the broken pieces that bottled, closed, and caged you
In an invisible prison - one in which you never saw - these pieces
Will be a reminder...

For every time you think the past is catching up again...
You will stomp your feet harder: time and time again

This is the Real
Me
When the old you is replaced by the new you
ilo Mar 2018
My stone like heart
Now has soft spots
Like that of molding produce
And you are relentlessly on my mind.

Yet, my heart and brain have regular rendezvous
See, my brain is insecure
And my heart: a bit unsure.
Yet, as I sit in crowded rooms
I wonder how this can be my dream
When I dream of being with you or in solitude.

The self demolitioning chaos I crave recommends you as an adventure.
But I don't know if it's okay to be so gleeful at it's sound
Though, I do so crave your presence.

And I pleasantly await
In fear to hear
The lyrics of your heart.
As they will be stained onto my heart
Like a temporary tattoo
And will be chiseled into my brain
Forever
Shay Paul Feb 2018
I wonder how far you will go to satisfy others.

I merely pick up things here and there,
but you have a tendency to compromise parts of yourself to fit a niche.

You are fluid,
malleable,
able to swiftly transfer yourself
from situation
              to situation.

This isn't always a bad thing,
but I can't help but wonder,

how much have you given up so that others could benefit?
i am behind





your back



you are back


here













meet all my new lovers

he hurt me with his words
my ******* got hard
we pinched
my
right
******
with my
left hand
took razor
blade
cut
an
piece


this pain
is
differen

makes my whole beast hurt
what has he done to me

we close our eyes
it
was
just


an
dream

kind
of
confusing
how blood smears


i
am
alway
losing
after
say
ing
hello dear
?


























...
..
.
whine
...
..
.
Salmabanu Hatim Dec 2017
Funny,
Sad,
Ugly,
Dark,
Evil,
Deep,
Wise,
Idle,
Mischievous,
Expressed in ones and oughts,
Identions into my mind and life,
An aviary of my erratic  thoughts.
Your thoughts shape and mold your life to who you are.
Frances Marie Aug 2017
Where do I begin?
Why do I try every time you say "it's fine"?

I can't tell anymore with the feelings I receive.
First it's something I have to believe,

Believe in what?  A sign that I cannot see?
Why should I be naive?

Nothing make sense the more I think about the contradictions.
Do they even synchronize; our emotions?

I cannot tell.
Not until you yell.

It doesn't have to go on for so long,
So why must we chase something if it seems like we don't belong.  

Our friendship is an unresolved issue.
Always getting ready to argue.

Will our years of friendship be the same?
I care for you, but do you only feel sick around me?

I've made my mistake,
but I plan to get back into shape.

I want to confront you but will it make it worse?
Am I now on a high horse?

You tell me all of my flaws,
all of these laws-

Like it's a word for word scripture.
I always need to re sculpt;



Just to fit your mold of ideas.



I'm not trying hard enough,
yet my efforts don't matter through the rough.

I just seem too broken for you.
Or maybe, as always, I'm just making up you view.
I just have bad anxiety and jump to conclusions too soon.
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