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Raven Blue Oct 2020
IT'S OKAY TO FAIL;
BECAUSE YOU'RE STILL LEARNING.
YOU CAN BE FRUSTRATED;
YOU CAN CRY;
BUT YOU CAN'T QUIT
KEEP GOING;
KEEP GROWING;
AND BE THE BEST VERSION OF YOURSELF.
That Girl Oct 2020
I live deep inside my own head.
I sometimes wonder if I’ll ever make it out.
Alive.
I don’t know what living is anymore.
I’m never fully present.
There’s always a piece of me off somewhere else.
My mind wonders off...
I don’t even have control of it anymore.
I do it subconsciously.
I’ve been in my own head for so long now.
I don’t know where it all began.
Maybe puberty.
When I was in 5th grade I became a “woman.”
I was also hurt deeply by many people that year.
Friends introduced me to things a little girl should never be exposed to.
Then middle school was tragic.
I was hurt more times than I can count.
Maybe that’s when the day dreaming began.
The real world hurt me so badly that I had to create my own world.
My own reality.
After awhile I stopped knowing the difference.
Reality vs Fantasy
What is there to pursue in this reality?
Motivation left me years ago.
I beg her to come back but she never does.
Why should I pursue dreams in the real world, when I can achieve so much more in my world.
I guess that’s why Motivation left me.
She served no purpose in my life anymore.
I now live for the small things in the real world.
Seeing a new movie. Eating at my favorite restaurant. Hanging out with my best friend.
...
I’ll save the big stuff for my world.
Sarah Khan Oct 2020
The hypocrisy of your thoughts

Remembering your own flaws
Tear yourself apart so often
When you can't even quit your ego
Out of relationships, you run

Messed up with your own insecurities
You want someone to find you perfect
Unable to eradicate your own negativities
You wish someone could ignore your defect

How can you expect love from someone else
When your own life is on the broken shelf?
You wonder if anybody could ever love you
When you cannot even love yourself


While you see people smoking and drinking
You think they're being so cool
Comparing to them, you think you're dumb
Unaware that they're the biggest  fools

Tired up with your own challenges
You want someone to think you're strong
Unable to even prove yourself
You wish nobody assumes you wrong

How can you expect love from someone else
When your own life is on the broken shelf?
You wonder if anybody could ever love you
When you cannot even love yourself

You see people who inspire you
You watch everything they dare
Yet you think you can't do any better
It is in you what you're looking out there

Torn up with your own failures
You want somebody to appreciate you
Unable to even accept the challenges
You wish to be daring like quite a few

How can you expect love from someone else
When your own life is on the broken shelf?
You wonder if anybody could ever love you
When you cannot even love yourself

-By Sarah Khan
We've all heard that we should treat others like we want to be treated. But perhaps, we learned the reverse? Maybe, it should say, "Treat yourself with the same love and respect you want to show others." You must check this video on how guilty our thoughts make us. We aspire that people should think we're perfect, yet we're so messed up with our insecurities. We aspire that people think we're strong, yet we don't want to take challenges. We aspire people to love us, yet we can't even love ourselves. So, charity begins at home. Remember, Kim Namjoon had once said, "You're not ugly, you're just born in a judgemental society." We must not create the hypocrisy of our thoughts and think upon our actions the way we want people to think about us and love ourselves, the way we want others to love us.
Hope Elyse Sep 2020
Filled up with empty words,
Torn down by broken promises.
Joy, elation, ecstasy,
Sorrow, anger, disappointment.
Up and down, up and down,
Back and forth, back and forth.
I am not a toy,
This is not a rollercoaster ride.
There is no ice cream, no sunshine,
It rains, it pours, it thunders,
Loud and disruptive and destructive.
I reject it.
I will find my own sunshine.
I will build my own joy ride.
Gladstone Sep 2020
Oh my dear Sunday
Your thought brings peace and blessings

Oh my dear Monday
Your thought brings anxiety and stress

Oh my dear Tuesday
Your thoughts bring a bit of cheer and hope

Oh my dear Wednesday
Your thought brings us relief that we are in the middle of this week

Oh my dear Thursday
Your thought brings us cheer because tomorrow is a Friday

Oh my dear Friday
Your thought brings us anticipation and thrill to spend the weekend

Oh my dear Saturday
Your thought brings us comfort and laziness through the entire day

Welcome back, my dear Sunday.
And Monday we will never miss you !!!!
DominickDemming Sep 2020
Empathetic in the world around me
Sympathetic in a dream that’s drowning
Hell still burns in the peak of mountains
But here my heavens with you

I might have said I was a king that’s crowning
There was a time when my earth was grounding
But on the ground is where I let you find me
See that is all but true


You in the mirror; your reflection, never clear
You with the fear; it’s a lesson, ever dear


It’s a movement not a mindset- in my life
It’s the chance I take alone- my dreams in flight
Take it moment after moment – night to night
You are never alone
(You are never alone)


I understand it when your soul is breaking
Put it together but your hands keep shaking
In all the chaos see your love forsaken
Grow with your mind and soul


The pen is writing but the words aren’t spoken
Emotions deep when your heart stays broken
Become the one that once was left wide open
Be what you’ve wanted to see


You in the mirror; your reflection, never clear
You with the fear; it’s a lesson, ever dear


It’s a movement not a mindset- in my life
It’s the chance I take alone- my dreams in flight
Take it moment after moment – night to night
You are never alone
(You are never alone)
HerrAichach Sep 2020
They say to care for one another
But how can you say that when thats all I've doing
True love is often taught by your mother
I guess it is what I've always been pursuing.

Don't blame me for when it hits the fan
You will say it is my fault,
I guess they think I am a madman
I guess they forgot about the assault

Where were you when the scars were open.
You was meant to be there to help
I guess it was difficult to be outspoken
Then again you was probably waiting for the yelp.

Karma will come back to bring peace
You will know this very soon
Honestly it will be the masterpiece
Because I am coming out of my cocoon.
Please like, comment or share if you found this to be relatable. This is my first piece for 2020 and for a while. Thanks :)
Fame Flame Sep 2020
A thud sound
Of me falling?
From the sky height
Into the deep sea.
This internal unfamiliar silence  of the waters below,
Is eating me up.
Can you hear me?
I scream with my throat dry,
I dream with my hopes high,
The shallow waters Don’t echo my voice,
So I'm letting go a deeper dive.
This external familiar voice of everything above the sea –
my success or failure?
Makes me bury myself into the truth more deep
Makes me worried of the soul which never came to me
So, I shut my eyes
See a bright yellow light
Run toward it to seize a whole new sight
Calmness of  the internals
Don't excite my bored old soul.
But I still am worried about my past above the sea.
A swish sound
Of me rising.
Back from the deep sea into the high sky
Never thought I will give up of being shy
With a motive to live,
With wings to fly,
With a hope to dream,
Which my failure had taught me.
E Sep 2020
sun
I am invisible,
no one can see me
with a giant mass overhead
blinding vision.
pain.
suffering.
riding into it's direction
grasp on reality begins to fade
the past behind you is forgotten
a lost memory
beams of light take over
becoming skyscrapers and airplanes
sweat falling into the eyes
temperature of skin burning up
her light cuffs you by the throat
dragging you forward to discover unknowns
whether it be the inside of your mind
or the weather around you
I see beads of water jumping upward from grass
tires leaving their signature on concrete
but her light erases every piece of evidence
she flickers a lighter and sets fire
to wet grass from the day before
and to the markings left made from wet tires
is her purpose only to erase?
she erases my mind to think. she erases my vision to see. she erases my comfort I rather lie in than to be in her presence.
Thinking about the beaming light of the sun when I have rode my bike.
SOMETHOUGHTS Sep 2020
The prettier the garden
the dirtier the hands of the gardener.
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