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full moon Mar 2017
Believe it or not
in my twenty three years of life living on earth
i have never fall in love
not even once

But look at me now
being in a relationship with someone i just met
asking someone i just met to be my girl
im truly pathetic

being her my first girlfriend
and soon might be my first love
and who knows
she might be my first kiss as well..

right now i dont know what comes into my mind that i get my self into this position
the very first minute that we've been in a legal relationship
i already want a break up (im cruel!)

coz for this is a forbidden love
between two forbidden persons
if i did fall
im afraid to have my first heartbreak.
coz im scared to love im cruel
Macy Opsima Jan 2017
There are countless of things that the previous year has taught me. From how to travel to the city on my own to picking ears to whisper on. It introduced me to beautiful people, mesmerizing places, and hard fights. Confusing and nerve-racking moments which leads me to learn a few things that I shall carry with me to the years I will exist in.

1. It is okay to get bored of something you enjoyed for a long time. People change. My bones and skin continues to stretch and sometimes, some qualities & likes are left at the bottom of my feet. I can be completely different from who I was 5 days ago. Life never runs out of things to teach you minute by minute and you are not expected to always stay the same.

2. Never be afraid to meet new people. Whether they have a beautiful or horrible effect on you at the end of the day, you will be so glad you had them and continue to have them in your life.

3. I do not need validation and justification from others to know that I matter. The biggest love that I can receive is the love from myself. No one can ever understand me more than myself. I am a complex anatomy that only I can fully understand. I do not need a partner to carry me through life. I should carry myself. I know myself the best.

4. I am not an exception to being toxic. More often than not, I cannot see the effect that I make on other people. I can hurt others just as much as others hurt me. I learned that I should always be considerate of their feelings.

5. Coffee will never leave you alone. Through sleepless nights and buckets of tears, coffee has always felt like home in a cup. With every sip, I feel my body fall back into place and function properly again.

6. Love will come when it's time. I've always been impatient when it comes to love. I was always so envious of my friends who has sweet partners that would put a smile on their face. I wanted that, I wanted romance. And when infatuation came, I misunderstood it as romance & grabbed it fully. Then, it faded away and I was left wondering if I was that easy to get. True romance shouldn't make you feel bad about yourself. It will come and when it does, you will understand why the past was tragic.

7. He may or may not like me; either way, it doesn't matter. So I like this friend of mine and by the time I read this piece again, I probably don't like him anymore. He understood what you were, he just did. He found joy in discovering the comets and planets inside of me. I don't blame you, self, for falling in love with him.

8. Just write. When something fails, write it. When it prosper, write about it. I always had the fear that one day, I will lose my ability to write again. I am still unsure if any of these musings mean something to me but I hope it means something to others. I will always leave my poems without an meaning because it can vary from reader to reader. Whatever the poem made you feel, that's its meaning. To make you feel something.

There is no doubt the coming year can be worst or better than the previous one. There are so many things to learn about someday. That's how life is, you suffer then you learn. And it's never gonna stop teaching you. Seize the year, folks.
Dougie Simps Oct 2016
Hi
Hi.
You might not know me
But for real
I don't even blame you
I gave up long ago
on sharing who I was
while hiding
who I am

Hi.
I seem a stranger
good and bad
and all the in-between
It wasn't so pretty
or easy, or real, or "fine"
but I am
OK now.

Hi.
I was an addict.
drugs of choice?
Elusive approval
Associated shame
Stolen identity
Yes, I was
just a fraud.

Hi.
Here I am broken.
you scold me
and then I lose myself
a scapegoat to be razed
to be a throwaway
But I raised
my self up.

Hi.
I’m a mosaic
Living art
I'm pieces of past lives
And though I was scattered
I am collected now
I made this
this beauty

Hi.
This isn't my piece - my friend's Tiff aka Scarlet Begonia. I'm posting this for her pure honesty and the beauty of how she put it. Love new talent. Love it. Enjoy.
The voice Oct 2016
How creative can you be?
How dramatic does a piece of work have to be
to be worth your time?
How many times have you actually tried to go out of your way and experience molding your own definition of creativity
Clay
Ceramics
The texture, smooth or rough
The form, tall or short skinny of more rounded
The texture, allows you to think and concentrate
nothing else matters when your are planning your piece
The form, allows to risk and try new things
Nothing else matters when you are actually trying
That problem you have before you enter the room
stays at the door maybe it travels with you to the chair,
but as soon as your hands feel the clay and begin to form
the solutions begin to form
Clay is such an easy struggle
You have many decisions to make
How much clay?
How many details?
How many utensils?
How much time?
But that last one is actually the least, no time is good
spend years trying to figure out what you want to make
and then make it in a second
or spend a second figuring it out
and spend those years making it.
Taking your mind out of that thing that happened earlier in the day,
What was it again?
Yup, it was not as fun as clay.
You've build it, you've fired it, not paint it
What colors?
What pattern?
What resemblance will you give it?
One? More than One? maybe way to many,
or too alike of colors.
Black and white,
Wait, what was that?
Ohhhh, remember that problem earlier?
This time actually remember, because it isn't just a problem
It is a problem with a solution.
Now we know what to do!
It doesn't have to be clay, but I personally love it. I hope you find a good free class, there are many out there if you just look closely.
Pauline Celerio Sep 2016
What would you do
if you knew
you had a piece of me
in you?
As much as I try
to go away and stay that way
I still feel strongly
from case to case.
A piece of me so miniscule
but it floods in my head
all the times that we shared.
It is a piece of me
that stays so hopeful
for when the time comes.
As much as I try to pull away
It is a piece of me
that pulls me back.

And if you ever find
something lacking,
Remember,
there is a piece of me
in you.
I just realized you can't really just forget everything. From time to time, you'll think of all the happy memories, half-hopeful and half-sad.
Ella Alonzo Sep 2016
When you left, it was devastating. I was at the point where out of nowhere I'll just cry. Whenever I see or hear something which reminds me of you, it makes me sad. I almost thought it was impossible for me to move on. It was hard. Really hard. You're my first relationship so it was difficult for me to get over you. After the break up, I still hoped. I still talked to you. Whenever your mom invites me to come over, I do come.

Until the time when you found someone else. You've found a new love. And yet, here I am, moving on. The moment I knew that you have a new lover, I stopped everything. I did not talk to you anymore and even to your Mom. As a respect to your girlfriend, I did that.

A few months after, you invited me for dinner. Yes, I admit, that time I still have feelings for you and I miss you so bad so regardless of you being in a relationship, I accepted your invitation. We talked. We did catch up with each other's lives and when we're about to part, you kissed me on the forehead just like the old times. I was surprised. I don't know if it meant something. You whispered "i miss you". I said I miss you too. After that, we bid goodbye. I felt so guilty with what happened. I shouldn't have gone there to meet you. You have a girlfriend and it didn't look right. It didn't feel right. That night, I decided that it'll be the last but you kept texting me, asking me out again. And out of stupidity, I entertained you. Why? Because I miss you and I still do feel something for you.

To cut the story short, we got back together. That time you invited me once again, you broke up with her. You said you kept comparing her to me and that I'm still the one you love. I was happy but I felt bad for the girl. We gave our relationship another shot but as time goes by, I keep realizing things. It's making me confused. The truth is, I don't know if it was right that  we're together again and the worst, I am not sure if I still love you or I just missed you. I don't know. And right now, I'm struggling. Thinking if we should continue this. The butterflies are fading. The feelings aren't as sweet as it was before. I guess I already moved on from our break up and I did not realize it until we met and did the same things again. I feel like this is not something that must go on anymore.

I guess what they said was true, that giving something another shot will help you get to know what you really feel and what you have to do. At this point of our relationship, I still do care for you but I don't think care is enough for this to work. For us to work. It may sound unfair to you but let me not care. Let me do something selfish at this point of my life. At least right now I figured out what I truly feel.

Second chances aren't always about two people ending back together but it is something that will help you find yourself. Another chance to make the right choices. Another chance t figure out things. Another chance to take one more risk. Another chance to be better not for anyone bur for yourself. Learn to find your center before loving someone else again.

And I think I'm falling...finally falling out of love. Just when I thought I couldn't, it's still you who made me realize that I could
Antonina Dutchak Sep 2016
How much more men
Have to give their lives
So we could finally understand
That we should not fight?

Stop killing each other.
Enough of mothers' tears
A child, having not known a father
Will keep a rage for years.

He'll grow up and raise
Eyes, not childish, but evil
His parent's graves
He will not forgive them.

He'll go with a sword and fire
On that one
Whose son
Will take revenge for his father

So let the circle spin
****** is not the way out of it.
Thousands of men died to win.
Is that what we really wanted?

Did we want to grow older
To become a dead body,
Be buried in graves
With no names?

Isn't there enough space?
Don't we have enough place?
So, no matter what it will take us
To wage wars with our neighbors?

What's wrong with you, people?
Madmen in disguise.
Is it really so little
Dirt in this world of lies?

You raised up a white dove.
Waited for it to become strong.
Then killed it, killed love.
Instead of prayer sounds the war song.

Oh, how I dream of a place
Where peace is.
Unfortunately, human race
Casts doubt on heaven's existence.
Ginelle Sep 2016
i know how to get over you
i know how to pull the elastic on my wrist to forget you

i don't know how many more years have to pass for me to completely forget you
i don't know how much longer this heartbreak will last

i need to forget you;
but what if i don't want too?
i miss how you once held me
Àŧùl Aug 2016
I thought she was a **** chick,
I also thought she was true,
But she was only true to my ****.

I remember that chicken breast,
She flaunt her legs in privy,
Now it's someone else's leg piece,

Someone else will devour it over,
I won't ever get that very chick,
Because it was just a quick dream.
Dreamt about an edible chicken last night.

My HP Poem #1109
©Atul Kaushal
So beautiful so sweet so energetic and so smart
My smart sweetheart has taken away my heart
I know we live far far away and just poles apart
But let me tell you she is wonderful piece of art

I am really impressed with her innocent tricks
At times she really clicks and suddenly ******
A sweet caring beauty well versed with ethics
Rainbow is nothing but colors of her lipsticks

How can I please her and praise her all graces
At times she kisses and vehemently embraces
She walks with me like a moon I follow her paces
She is so fragrant and soft like fragrance of roses

My arms are open to take the real taste of her lips
My eyes are on her beauty to take very many trips
She is like a divine eternal wine which lover sips
When she takes me then I can't come out from grips

Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
Copyright 2016 Golden Glow
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