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Jonathan Oct 2018
That got your attention
Didn't it?
Even though I am a stranger
Who couldn't possibly know it to be true
And worth is subjective
Arbitrary
Those who know you would disagree
And point out your merits
And you would weigh yourself
To realise that not all parts are equal
Who am I to say such things?

And yet you take the time to read it
Reread, incase you misread
In reading you contemplate it's truth
You are my puppet, and me your puppeteer
How could you be such a sheep!

Why are you amused?
Why does insult carry more meaning than praise?

It's easy to hurt.
Sticks and stones may break your bones
But words can make you think you deserved it.
We are social beings and so
We look for validation
But insult stands out
It leaves a branded mark in our brains
And so we spotlight it
Unfairly
Unjustly

It's easy to be sad.
But it's fulfilling to be happy.
Being positive is hard
But it's worth it in the end.

How could I possibly know?
I couldn't.
But I do.
And soon you will too.

What are you doing now?





You are reading!

Now you are smiling.
You're Wonderful



Inspired by Dennis Willis's "You Are a Hallucination"

Sticks and stones line borrowed from xkcd's comic.
https://xkcd.com/1216/
Anya Sep 2018
When someone praises me
I'm like a deer
under headlights
Of course I'm delighted
beaming,
even
But I really don't know-
how to respond
...
Do I brush it off?
Act like it's
not a big deal
whether or not
it really is
And move on
to another
subject?
...
Do I just stay quiet
Look down shyly,
and smile?
Or just let the conversation
pass me by?
...
Do I adamantly
reject it?
Refuse, and insist
to the point
that the person
before me
ends up
fighting with me
about
it?
...
Do I roll with it,
faking non-existent
confidence?
Owning up to it,
sometimes
in a joking manner?
...
Do I immediately
switch the topic
to praising
the one
who praised me?
Or have them talk
about themselves
to turn
the
attention from me?
...
Or, do I just smile
large and wide
and thank
the person?
...
I don't know
and it irritates me
that I can even have trouble
with something
as lovely
as a compliment
...
It's not
negative
hurtful
or even
a criticism
...
So why does it
bother me?
...
Maybe
...
I care too much
about what others
think of
me
c Sep 2018
I’m crying again
But not like before

The highway lines are blurred
Yet I feel better than ever

There’s a way of letting go
And giving it all
To the one who loves you
For all your impurities
That makes you feel
Like singing
In the car
With tears
On your cheeks
zoie marie Aug 2018
i’ve never fallen in love before
but i’m telling you
if i did,
my bones would screech and creak and crack to build you a home that doesn’t fight back
and
i would shower you with love until you drowned because i don’t know how to love unless it becomes too much someway or somehow
and
you would become all that i breathe and need and see and the very sound of your name would be enough to cause another relapse
because i’ll get addicted too soon and too fast and you’ll think it’s great
at first
until i’m publicly on my knees aching for your velvet kisses back
and
i've never cared for someone this way before
but i'm telling you
if i did,
my lungs would collapse and inflate again and again because you will be the only thing i'll ever breathe in
and
the people in my life would never amount to you, and maybe that's a little messed up but i wrote it
felt it
bled it, so it must be true
because i don't know how to let someone in unless i push every other person out and you'll love my attention
at first
until
you're throwing glass plates at my following figure
until
you're yelling regrets and things i should've considered
until
you hate me
because you don't want to be the only one
even if i want you to be.
i’ve danced with the devil because he has the prettiest eyes i’ve ever seen in my life
but i didn’t love him
i’ve kissed the hands of god because he smells like my childhood home and i liked that a lot
but i didn’t love him
i’ve cut open my skin for my first girlfriend because she promised to stay and that drove me insane
but i didn’t love her
and i’m telling you
if i did
i would write a poem convincing her that i didn’t
because i’ve never loved in a way that doesn’t became some form of a burden.
and i don’t love you
yet
but i am going to scrub my words into your naked body and i am going to promise that there’s nobody
but you
and you are going to love every second of it
because you’ve given in to destruction and seduction and you already understand everything about pain
you already know there’s everything to lose and i’m the only thing you’d gain
but that’s okay
because you’ve never fallen in love before.
i've been beaten and bruised but nothing hurts more than you
Gabriel Bonney Aug 2018
Dear parents,
Am I
               myself today?
I must          know
Because some days
     I can feel I am,

      But             today

                              I
                          ­        need

            You
                           to         hold
                  me
                           close,

       Because


                      I'm
        feel
                ­                     ing

                              slightly

             Unsteady
Shoutout to God for the amazing parents I have! I may not always think that, and I still may not agree with what they say, but honestly they're wonderful. And I'm so thankful for their encouragement and their councel and their patience. Thank you guys. And thank You, God!
Yellow Moonlight Aug 2018
Time passes
And the dawn darkens to night
The sunset glows with colorful gasses
And I shade my eyes for clearer sight

Trials arise
And the stress increases by night
The morning dew falls as tears in my eyes
And I’m left begging for flight

Terror ensues
And my heart fills with the dark of night
The moonlight hides colors’ hues
And I weakly resist my fright

Trust Triumphs
And my control is submitted to Him
The heart of my soul jumps
And praise erupts like a great hymn
Waffles Jul 2018
I can write for you
Or I can write for me

I can recieve the instant gratific8tion
Or I can release my feels

The rawness and jaggedness and ugl8ness of something unrefined that runs too long and lacks or
Der

If I am to be a collector of confirmation and praise, only one category is permitted:
My own.
I want to 0ractice not eating the marshmallow.
Isaac Jul 2018
If you would stop waiting
for people to acknowledge you,
and create a great thing
that is beautiful through and through,
results will speak for you.

So change your focus
from accolades and human praise
to inventing real value
that blesses Earth’s future days,
and you will receive joy that is true.
Written 24 July 2018
miki Jul 2018
I closed my eyes from the world,
And a blinding light flashed before me.
I stopped listening to the world,
And deafening shouts of praise surrounded me.
I empty myself of me,
And I let me be filled with You.
With my hands toward the sky
And my knees on the ground
You make me new.
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