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amber Jul 2018
every day i wake up,
i choose to safeguard my heart.
it floats in a smooth jelly,
easily penetrable.
but each day,
i form a glass jar within,
to encase my fragile *****,
that feels love and pain,
so passionately.

if i let you in,
and you shatter the glass,
please pay close attention.
don't let the shards,
pierce my heart.
the bleeding will not be,
short-lived.
the blood will spill out,
endlessly.
Omni Winters Mar 2018
Why can't you just let go of all fear and thoughts
holding you back from what you crave and seek the most?
The very thing that you've been longing for that has entered your life a little while back and still loves everything that is YOU?
She only wants the best for you..
Even if it means your happiness
doesn't include her.

You're such a prize to behold.
You're her favorite word, her favorite thought and memory, and the dream she goes back to every night.

When she thinks all is lost, the thought of you and the many remarkable things about you remind her why she should keep going.
She would fight for you and unconditionally love you day through night.

Your absence is never easy for her.
Every second away from you continuously causes her heart to break and bury itself into the ground.
The longer you two keep distant, the more it will hurt.
The memory of you starts to fade after a while.
All there is to remember you by
is the happiness she feels when she thinks about you,
the love she has.

No matter how fearful you are,
take that bold move and show her your
appreciation for everything she's done.
She deserves so much for everything she sacrifices.
And it's all for you.

She is protective of you as a mother is protective of her children.
She imagines you in horrible tragedies and always imagines herself fighting to see if you're alright in the end.

That's all she wants.

She wants you to be alright.. more than alright.

Knowing you are happy and well
will make loving you worth while.

She is the brave, empathetic and creative person
you only wish you could be.

You are MORE than enough.
For her and the world.

© 2018 Omni Winters
March 13th, 2018

That last line I either cut out or keep when I share it with people (depending on who I show it to). I do that with a lot of the things I write because you never know how someone is going to react.
Umi Feb 2018
The glory of the heavens which reflect such delicate blue,
Are alike a protective ceiling, keeping us safe from harm,
Where might this harm come from if above is empty space ?
Well, firstly it manages to brighten up the day more
Secondly it takes care of the sun's deadly rays, filtering,
purifying it in the most noble sense, a breathing sky.
The heavens far above are not without danger, but worry not,
for they are too far out of our reach, thus our eyes are the only,
fragile, valuable sense which is able to grap it's visibility,
Beyond this ceiling is where the stars inhabit, all of the planets too!
But the heaven is which gifts us the wonderful, stunning, warm,
bright colours of sunrise and sunset, thus alone is a reason to
love them furthermore.
In this wretched, corrupt and unrighteous world it is of great
importance to keep track of little things which cheer our way.
It could be a simple word, heaven or just the light of day.

~ Umi
I tried a new style once I hope it is somewhat enjoyable
Benji James Oct 2017
For you, I'd crash through steel doors
For you, I'd break down castle walls
She knows how to break through 
She has nothing left to prove
And I've got nothing left to lose
Except for you 
I don't know what I would do
If I ever lost her too
I'd fight, I'd lie, I'd cry, I'd die
I'd stand by your side 
For the rest of my life 
We've seen the best through each other's eyes
We can read each other's minds
You'll always be suspended in mine 
We still have more memories to find
But tonight would you be mine?

©2017 Written By Benji James
Bleurose Feb 2017
There's a spot next to you,
and I desperately want to be there.
I'm so tired, I've not been sleeping well.
The fridge hums gently, and the flats around us slowly awaken from drunken stupor - but you? You stay.

As always, I watch to keep away the demons. Even if just for a day, you deserve this rest more than I.
A bunch of us were crashed out on the kitchen floor and eventually everyone left until it was just three of us, including my crush. They took up all the duvet, so I stayed to guard.
Leila The Kiwi May 2016
Is it wrong,
That his best friend
-Who I'd never met-
Had to tell me?

Is it wrong,
That even though
He left me
For another,
I'm not the slightest bit angry?

Is it wrong,
That when other people
Speak horrible things about him,
It sends me into a rage?

Is it wrong,
That after he snuck away
Without a single good bye
Or thought of my well being,
I have an urge to protect him?

Is it wrong,
That he's cheated on me multiple times,
But I'm happy for him?

Is it wrong,
That my heart
Was stomped into the dirt,
Yet it left me
Feeling at peace?

I'll tell you what...

It sure as hell feels wrong,
Because I still care!
And I know for a fact,
That you don't.
Not anymore.

l.v.s
Viseract May 2016
I over-react quite a lot
It's one of my biggest flaws
I get angry real easy
This kid has got some claws

I'm over protective
Just a little defensive
Sometimes, quite offensive
But nobody's perfect

I slink in the shadows
Do you know who I am?
I might say I'm okay
But do you really understand?

I have scars on my body
And one pasted on my face
Ever heard of a façade?
This one is black buttons and lace
the first part is just the mirror. the second is both, parts are just illusions
Pedro munoz Feb 2016
My words are on fire
And your eyes are cold as ice
My hands have grown numb
And you no longer want to listen to the beat of my drum
Is this not all comprise?
My strides are aggressive
And your thoughts are protected
I share my emotions
But you don't like that commotion
How is this all so hectic?
My lungs need air
And you're slowly pulling our your hair
I really hope that you meant it
Or was it the passion in your belly ?
Or was it the satisfaction of taming a lion?
Perhaps it is the only honest thought in your *** of black gold.
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