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Aa Harvey May 2018
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Reality ain’t as dreary as some say it is,
Or others say it will be.
Positivity is the best of me,
So I apologise for my negativity.


Do not just smile to make them happy,
Smile because you are really happy.
Tell them if you are feeling sad.
Things improve with time;
Stop living in the past.


Do not bother to swear,
Or make promises you cannot keep.
Get an early night,
It sounds like fun
And we all need a little sleep.


(C)2018 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Jay earnest May 2018
It's interesting writing poetry  in  a content and non-neurotic state.
I just feel so good,

and maybe it's not profound,  nor even reads as poetry,

But I just had to document this moment


so I remember that things sometimes do

get better.
What does it mean - to overthink?
Is there even such a thing
To think too much?
What is to think less?
Thinking is just thoughts where one can never count them.
Harmful or helpful, the two hands of any ticking clock.
When people believe overthinking is debilitating, I say it's normal :)
© Teri Darlene Basallote Yeo
I don't believe in heaven
But we've got one chance before death
To create our own
Aa Harvey May 2018
One vision


One vision, writers block.
All I can see is love.
Tick-tock, tick-tock.
Glass half full.


(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
jackary May 2018
Critics and peers will always try to rate us.
The thought is sweet; the thoughts are often not.
They take what’s so dynamic, fluid, and full.
And try to shift it to stiffened, solid, and dull.
Maybe it’s just me and my mind,
but it seems to be that we the people
turn each other feeble, and
***** each other with poisoned needles, I find.
There’s ‘Welcome’ on the doormat,
though are we truly welcoming?
There’s always someone below
and unwelcomed, at that.

The outcast.
The pariah.

The one.

Who feels like the single person
the people and world are against.
Someone who turns their back
to the world,
because when has the world had
their back ever?
Maybe it’s just me and my mind,
but it seems to be, as soon as we
get a clue is when the sky turns
back from black to blue,
and a heart turns back
from black to red, and
saves a Soul that's living dead.
I take a bath
You guard the door
To make sure I don't do anything to escape from this life
My mind drifts across the surface
Submerged with ideas
I forget what made me want to leave
The only thing that remains is a new chapter written on a half soaked page
Chloe May 2018
Don't be
Afraid of the darkness
Because I can see you shining
And believe me,
The dark's got nothing on you.
Really.
Evie Richards May 2018
I can imagine,
walking down the main street of the little town we lived in,
squirming my hand out of my mothers hand,
craning my neck,
wide eyed,
to look at the people passing us by.

what if I saw myself,
a decade in the future?

I would never even know it was me.
would I look at my mid-length hair,
and think it would be prettier longer?
or my dimpled cheeks,
and wish that I could fill them in?
would I see my waist,
and want to squeeze it smaller?
or my thighs,
forever too big to be 'beautiful'?

no.
because in the mind of a child,
none of that would matter.

I would look up at these
tall, independent, powerful girls
and want to be like them.
I wouldn't care that my thighs touch,
or that I don't have a flat stomach,
or that I don't have Rapunzel's golden locks.
I wouldn't want to change me.
I would want to grow up to be
just as beautiful,
powerful,
independent,
strong,
talented,
lo­ved,
intelligent
as I am now.
George Anthony Apr 2018
you
may you never be satisfied with having the world;
i hope you find happiness
and continue to search for more.
this world, though beautiful, could never be reward enough
for you.
seek the stars.
you deserve a lot more than you'll let yourself dare believe
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