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JAK AL TARBS Jan 2016
I remember walking all around the city
Flashing lights and bustling cars
All the people kept staring, looking at you
You smiled and looked back at your heart

It was breaking, cracks appearing
You were crying, we were saving
Couldn't mend it, coz he broke it
Glad you ended it, he wasn't worth it

I remember pink clouds of candy floss
Long walks on the beach
Fun days and endless crazy days

Was it when you laughed?
That I found peace
Was it in your hand
That I was beaten
Everybody still tells you what to do
Nobody gives you a chance to think of you

Was this how life had to be?
You moved away, further from me
Was it when you stood him up
That you fight back harder  these days

Remember the mornings, making toast
Remember the feelings, of letting go
Remember your heart when you said no
Remember that time almost lost

Was it when you laughed
That he came back
Left you hanging for a while
After two days of love
He never told you what
He was supposed to

And you made your own
Sister talk with him
And you two went out
And then you left him

You barely talk at all, maybe with your friends
But they are not around, they never were with you till the end
And we can run around, like the kids we used to be
And they can TAUNT us now, but we don't see

Was it when you were laughing
That you let go so hard
Was it when I was crying
That you had to leave
Why did you go through with everything
You could've just let me know

And in the memories, in the evening
When the sun sets, you're still breathing
Letting go of, all that you love
Let this end now, it's time to go now
Something that made me wonder of life... A little confused, made up. I realised something: don't live to please, coz you'll die trying...
Georgia Harkess Dec 2015
I sat down next to you

And held your hand

But yet you did not

Feel me

I smiled at you

Your stare was straight

Ahead

As if you never even

Acknowledged me

I came up to you

To kiss your lips

But you slowly turned

And walked away

I saw you kneeling down

And bent to comfort you

Only to see

That I was the one in the ground…
Autumn Shayse Oct 2015
I've not been myself for a while,
had my heart
broken y'see;
It was a little while ago now,
the pain has faded,
it merely ebbs now and again

I've not been myself for a while,
it changed
me y'see;
I pieced myself back together,
best as I could,
but cynicism still spilled
into the cracks

I've not been myself for a while,
totally someone
new y'see;
there is so much that I want now,
so much more than boys or love,
I'm hardened to all that

I've just discovered myself,
I just realised a second ago,
I never really went away,
I was just concealed under the surface,
waiting for life's little pleasures
life's little happinesses,
to pull me through,
out of the ever-ebbing darkness.
I was just hit with how ok I am - I mean I'm pretty scarred from the whole thing still, but those are issues that I'll sort when I can, no urgency required - I'm okay, and I'm gonna remain okay.
If you feel you have no reason to forgive someone,
Consider this one - forgive because you deserve peace of mind.
Holding a grudge is like making your worst enemy the center of your life,
Don't give such authority to anyone,
A grudge only hurts you,so what's the point of holding it?
Its like holding a really sharp edged knife hoping it'll slice your enemys fingers when in the actual sense its slicing your own.
We all wish grudges could hurt the ones we hold them against but sadly they only hurt us.
beenseen Sep 2015
i died in this

I’m dying

I’m dying to fade

i don’t know

seus

these animals on my lap make it extremely hard to write



why is it that I can’t get over these normalities

this trivial

trivial

it's all so wasteful

these emotions

feelings

blocked

solid lining my thoughts

white paint scraping my elbows



stretching chest cavities

hollow and awake
The realisation for need of progression
Leigh Sep 2015
How silly of me
Everything I'd ever wanted
Staring me in the face
And I chose to turn away.
Yasmin Z Aug 2015
I'm currently in this complicated situation of trying to figure out who I am and exactly what I want to do with my life.

Yet self love in a world seeking to mould us to a social convention is the greatest hurdle to overcome in the step to figuring out exactly who we are.

Can you remember who you were before you were told who to be?

I endeavour to do this through taking time out and moving away for a while. Indeed I have wanted this for a while.

One must find oneself before expecting to be found.
Starting a new stage in my life and feeling a little sentimental...
I don't normally do any creative writing- find it easier to appreciate other work! Apologies if it doesn't read particularly like a poem.
LJ Chaplin Aug 2015
They want to see you burn,
They want to trample on
The ashes that fell from
Your skin like it was dirt,
They want to **** the switch,
To blow the fuse in the lights
That shined from your eyes
And pierced all those who
Loved you.

They want to abandon you,
They want to push you out to sea,
With only a single row boat
And a flare that had already been
Used from the one before you,
To cast you out and let the waves
Douse the flames that raged from
Your voice as you cry for help.

They want to see you suffer
So that you realise that you are Stronger than you think,
They want to torture you
To teach you that the raw and
Emotional pain you feel
In your chest is an indication
That you are still alive.
Patrice Diaz Jul 2015
One thundery night,
When the sounds of beads filled my ears,
I discern a moment of peace
One that reminded me of being in the arms of Morpheus

I sat on what seemed like a sea of cotton;
I heard the cries of the faint violet skies,
All the more when it screamed,
And no longer did I feel my spirit lift

Contemplating on what the problem might be
I recognize the cries of plea
One that I knew of
One of thee

I sat in silence, once again
Perceiving all that I could feel
The cries came after a blaze of light
But all the more of what was inside

The thunderstorm was familiar;
It was someone that I knew
Sitting here, once again, in peace
Seeing that it was parallel to me
We blame  society for suppressing us

Yet we are a part of this society

Ironic  isn't it?
A moment of realisation struck me on a road trip and made me laugh
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