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Amanda Kay Burke Apr 2018
You and I have a bipolar relationship
Full of roller-coaster ups and downs
One moment we exchange "I love yous"
The next we both wear sudden frowns

It is usually hard to hold a conversation
Sometimes we can talk all night
Arguing makes us blind with stubbornness
Too proud to admit when the other is right

You get a rush starting fights
You feed off other's distress
I do not know why you have to put people down
To feel powerful; believe you are a success

I still care about you even when you are mad
In spite of wounds you inflict
I do not hold grudges over them
Or ones already licked

You gave scars so I would grow strong
I do not know if it worked but you tried
Now that I am grown I'm covered in marks
Not on my skin but inside

You did your best to bring me up right
I have not turned out to be
All you hoped, one day i will
Make you proud, hope you agree.

I will not do everything you say
May or may not take your advice
I need to make my own silly mistakes
Even if that means making some of them twice

I am the one seated behind the wheel
I know you are sure you need to steer
You will never be able to
Choose which direction i decide to veer

Have confidence in what you have created
I know i have let you down before
From now on i will be careful
Pause before i open a new door

You will always be part of my life
Although you challenge our bond sometimes
It is worth it for the laughter we share
The support shown in difficult times

Thank you for being there
You are not perfect but you try
Your baby bird left the nest
Your love is what taught me to fly
This is a poem i wrote for my mom, because she MADE me..
Kyle Johnson Mar 2018
The birds sing on.
The car drives on..
The clock ticks on...
The sun shines on....
The piano plays on.
Kyle Johnson Mar 2018
I want a violet rose.

Grow strong silently.

Where violence has no say.

Where a river softly flows.

A star so far.

Tears can fall.

I want a violet rose.
Fox Friend Mar 2018
If in order to exist, it must be written
then at dawn when I wake, I'll reach for my pen.

I'll write of light, sunrises, love, and beauty.
My pages will overflow with all things good.
I'll write of adventure & kindness, of laughter & healing.
My steps will scream confidence, though I've stumbled each time I stood.

If in order to exist, it must be written
then I will never ceases writing, until I reach the end.
Mariah Button Mar 2018
Icy cold water runs over my hands and I do not move the handle,
I let it wash away the soap without concern for the temperature.
They say that drowning is painful, you feel the burning in your lungs,
You kick and struggle as you fight to get rid of the water and carbon dioxide in your body,
Or you can let it in, your head will feel like it’s exploding.
Your body will feel heavy like several pounds of rocks weighing you down,
But you won’t struggle, you feel a lot of pain at first,
Then it starts to pass and you’ll feel relaxed.
I think about that as I turn the water off,
I go back to my room to watch another episode of some show I'm not paying attention to
I focus on the screen physically but my brain is swimming.
My thoughts are ripples, and then waves, then they are 100 feet high,
A tsunami of pain tugs me into the deep blue purgatory.
I wonder how many water molecules are in this storm,
How many tiny things made this enormous tidal mass.
I breathe in the salt and the sea,
I breathe in the clouds and the sky,
My feet graze the sand as I sink deeper.
I can imagine the coral cutting my insides as my lungs begin to burn,
I feel the fish swimming into my head as it grows like a balloon.
I open my eyes and it’s beautiful,
Miles of empty nothingness surrounds me,
The sun is hitting the water just enough that I can see all the shades of blue,
All the colors that make it so vast and endless.
Icy cold water surrounds me and I do not move,
I let it fill me up and wash away my pain without concern for anything.
They say that drowning is painful and you can feel everything,
I guess I had been doing it for so long that I forgot how to breathe
But now I do not struggle and I let myself sink, and I cannot feel a thing.
First one I felt comfortable enough to share
Cezar Ybanez Jr Mar 2018
mother of all things
both bad and good
sister defender
of the weak and weary

you brought balance upon
this world of brute and force
with your gentle grace
changing this **** water's course

oh powerful women,
weakness of men
HAPPY WOMEN's month to every mom, sis, aunt, grandma etc.

I.love.u.all♥
Jay Lewis Feb 2018
Black tie,
Black suit.
I'm Thinking of you.
Black dress,
Black shoes.
Good god Girl.
I'm missing you.

Where are you?
Where did you go?
Lord don't take her,
her body's not even cold.
I need you.
Please don't go.
Take my hand.
Let's grow old.
Don't give up
on me just yet.
At least wait
until my final breath.

These are words,
He never said.
Maybe he'll say them
when I drop dead.
Ivan Brooks Sr Feb 2018
If you imagine it,
Do it now,
go after it
Do it anyhow.

Own it today
No need to wait
Do It Anyway
But just own it.

Start today
be all about it
go all the way
and don't quit.

Everything you just read
Were meant to inspire
So if you liked what I said
You have to go the extra mile.

©️IB-Poetry
2/23/2018
Motivational writes are like alter calls...take it or leave it.
Tanisha Jackland Feb 2018
Water is fluid, soft, and yielding. But water will wear away rock, which is rigid and cannot yield. As a rule, whatever is fluid, soft, and yielding will overcome whatever is rigid and hard. This is another paradox: what is soft is strong. *

― Quote by Lao Tzu

You touch me
from the depths
of my broken
spirit

You move me
gently to mend

what bold
alchemy is this

Turning my skin into
fine silk

I am renewed
by your fingers that
lightly tickle me into
submission

You are water
I am the stone
Where there is softness you'll find strength.
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