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b Sep 2018
take my words now
and forget them later.
this is your scripture
turn to these words
if you lose me.

i will love you in
pink or blue.
like a sunset
or a crashing wave.
i might take the long way
on occasion
but i am headed home.

it is light to
be in your company.
it is an honour
to have
watched you
pick the stone
you slayed the
giant with.

i dont want to intrude,
or place myself in
your world. or cast my
own role in
your story.

you have my sword
my bow
and my axe.
Survived Sep 2018
And the way she looks at me
makes me feel like
the happiest person alive
in the universe.
Idiosyncrasy Sep 2018
she
Reynaly Shen is
Strong. Sophisticated. Independent. Eccentric.
But always trying to be the person you can count on to love you
Like how she loves the way we create to comprehend the unfathomable and hold together the unbounded
She keeps a lot of words to herself like a shell hiding its pearl but understands someone has to take them anyway
Because she has doubted herself and compared herself to everyone you have loved before
But she is never one to state standards, and values you for who you are
They have told her she is at both ends of the spectrum, trying so hard to be in between
And she has told herself it’s okay, she’s okay
The jinny-joes and coins will one day be enough to travel the entire scale
She will be calling numbers with words and reading between the sounds of hellos
And she’ll be Shen. How she has always been. Shen.
self-poem for Speech class <3
you deserve someone who
will take pictures of you and
post them

you deserve someone who
will come over for no reason
but to hang out with you

someone who
will make you laugh when
you're feeling down

someone who
can help you understand things

someone who
makes you want to be a better person
always be kind
push you to be better
help you along the way

you deserve someone
who will treat you
like a
queen.
Yuri Swallows Sep 2018
My dad was always proud of me because I was capable,
Oh what a perfect child
My mother would boast about me to her friends because I was responsible ,
Oh what a perfect child
My relatives would praise me for looking desirable,
Oh what a perfect child
Somethings was always missing
Oh what a perfect child
I couldn’t put my finger on the emptiness within the words that kept hissing
Oh what a perfect child
Until a different set of words came out of their lips
Oh what a perfect person.
The first words that called me perfect for every aspect, they brushed my cheeks with their affectionate fingertips
It’s hard to keep up with expectations.
Sam Sep 2018
First you gain my absolute trust
Then you get close to my friend
Next you start dating her
Finally you emotionally manipulate her.

But guess what?
She’s actually fine
Because she knows what she’s gotta do
To help herself

You talk about being newly popular
But I bet you’re a scared little girl
A scared newbie
Who tried to hurt my friend

Just because you didn’t get your way
You decide to **** talk a group
Right after you knew they almost got hurt
And you didn’t care

But you expect everyone to drop everything
And help you when you feel hurt
I’m ******* done

Done with your *******
Done with your toxicity
Done with how you act to others
Done with you

You manipulative little girl
You’re only gonna get worse
I could see that from the moment I met you

You
Terrible
Little
Girl

Don’t ******* come back

You won’t be welcome
Disa Pradwika Aug 2018
is it a place that you haven’t been before?
is it people you have lost?
is it someone who doesnt exist?

is it you?
Dor Aug 2018
Who am I?
I think to myself all the time.

I want to be someone.
But how do I figure that out?

I have this dream.
But is that who I really am?

How do I know?
I feel lonely and
Scared.

Life is a clock.
Keeps moving
Never stopping.

One day.
I will be left behind.

While the world moves on.
Slowly, but
Surely.

Steady.
But I am not ready
For the universe

To see me
For who I am.
Who I want to be.

I am frightented
To challenge myself.

Monotonic movements.
Day by day.

Feeling low.
Drunk on daydreams.

When will I feel whole?
When will I be...

ME?
Emma Aug 2018
The blue skies are coming.
This has always been my mantra,
my calling card,
my peace in this crazy world.

I do believe that the blue skies are coming.
I do believe that I will once again sleep,
without waking,
and without screaming.

I do believe that I will once again
be able to walk down those streets
and not feel fear
at the thought of seeing him.

I do believe that I will be able to drink,
and not feel every person
that has ever bruised me
touch my skin.

I believe that the blue skies are coming.
I've been saying it since I was a child,
ruined by an eating disorder
and chronic depression.

I do believe that the blue skies are coming for me.
Depression stole my love.
Anorexia stole my childhood.
But, still, my blue skies will come.
Blue skies are an expression of a time when my mental well being is finally ok, and i am at long last happy.

It will come for you too.
Keep fighting.
Keep breathing.
They will come for you too.
Asad Hoosain Aug 2018
Ominous whenever I'm in her contact.Her wavy replies is the texture that I crave more often than said.Her mischievous laughter is the sensuous essence to my addiction.Dragging smoothly,she inhales a burning presence of my needy fervour .The smoke that hovers from her lucious lips all the way into my senses is simply inexplicable...The way she addresses her thoughts,appeals yet applies to no one else .
Caressing a smile,she wields a potential hazard that just happens to circumcise even the most complex of expressions into a mono syllabic justification.
Lurking behind the vague fumes of a lonesome demeanour ,she lusts, yearns for an iota of forethought that seems to pierce through her gaze every time she ventures out into the wild ,becoming a puppet than a master to the world she's surrounded in .
Call it unfortunate or deceiving,but what comes next is rather blessed than besieged...
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