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Lyn-Purcell Jun 2020
The sun strokes my cheeks
The winds blows bird songs to me
Day of birth has come
Hard to believe that I have made it to 25 years of age!
I have been blessed with another year and now, some changes will be made.
Thank you so so much for 334 followers, it's honestly crazy for me to believe!
Stay safe and well everyone 💜
Much love
Lyn 💜
Dante Rocío Jun 2020
In freedom,
madness of beauty,
I love all and nothing,
every member of the space surrounding, so much
and extendedly
that I come to tears,
my physical demonstration of overconscience.
I am truly and on all the planes
a Lover.
To anyone reading this:
You’re included in that space
Personally.
Even when no soul shall know of my passion.
I’ll be in my hide.
Unpolished Ink Jun 2020
Justice is meant to be blind

Can we honestly say this is true

It is what I was taught to believe

I no longer think that

Do you?
Writing as a middle aged person watching my world implode!
Dave Robertson Apr 2020
One: my life spins in small circles
that very infrequently stretch
to somewhere as far as Benidorm

Two: that after 12 years married
she’s right about most things
so I’ll listen more

Three: a lot of annoying stuff
is dust in a much bigger wind
so look for the wins

Four: the kids are what it’s for
and all their silliness, fear and anger
is a handle to clutch on to

Five: we are here and alive
and we should forever
fight to keep it so
Skyler Apr 2020
The first time we met,
I knew I could trust you.
Not a burden, nor a threat.
Together we grew.

Our bonds of friendship, unbroken.
Life was light, as it was dark.
Loyalty, honesty. Given. Unspoken.
We've always had that spark.

It has all been thrown at us.
Never once did I doubt,
Through all the breaks and cuts,
The screams, the shouts.

We'll always have each other,
Everyone else is background noise,
That has become lost in the thunder,
As we've discovered our joys.

Friend is too weak a word,
To describe what you are.
Family is more preferred,
As you are never far

From my heart and mind.
When the call comes,
I'll respond in kind.
No matter the outcome.

We've had each other's backs,
Through joys and losses.

Through thick and thin,
Sam, what a pleasure it's been.
Being friends with someone for 9 years, you're bound to go through a lot together. Love each other, hate each other. break apart then reunite. Goddess knows we've had our fair share of trials, even at a young age. Through it all, there was never any doubt in my mind about the loyalty and honesty within our friendship. I am reminded of that today. Sam, if you read this, I am humbled and honoured by the friendship we've had. Let's keep growing. I have all the love and respect for you in the world.
StormriderIX Apr 2020
I'm an ill omen,
I'm told.

It doesn't faze me.
I just put my mask on.

I become
a puzzle,
a labyrinth,
impossible to read,
not me anymore.

I'm an ill omen,
I'm told.

I wear my mask.
I'm fine.


I cry rivers inside.

You can't see how it breaks me.
You can't see how you hurt me.

I realised only now.

This isn't good.
This isn't alright.

Just because I can take it,
doesn't mean I should.

I bow out from this hell.

I will no longer apologise
for being me.

I'm an ill omen,
I'm told.  
                 Your loss.
Xavier Low Apr 2020
Sometimes I dream of sunsets and warm clouds
The end to a tiresome long day
I see the birds return to their little nests
And how the crickets came out to play

I dream of places we used to go
A path, A tree, A forest
Places where I've seen rainbows without rain

It was just like I've woken up for the first time
Head heavy.
Eyes weary.
As I sit up I got basked in yellow, comforting rays
They hug me in deep embrace
I sigh
"It's beautiful" I said

I come to be awake
But it seems like I've lost my glasses
For I see no one else, but myself on that bench
I tap the planks of wood that have endured rain and shine
Tap, TaP, TAp
But the rays hugged no one, but me
Comforted no one, but me

This silence grew uneasy
I focused in, squinting eyes and ears
For something, someone
But all I heard
Was the wind rustle through the leaves
And it whispered to me , "you're fine"

Was I?
This piece was inspired by recurring dreams of losing someone close to me
SheWritesForYou Mar 2020
Sometimes life doesn’t give us any opportunity
To be how you wanna be
Sometimes it doesn’t let us feel
How we want to feel
But what i have realised is
We take life for granted
And forget about the things we already have
Let us learn to appreciate what we have
Until we lose it all
Poetic T Feb 2020
You were the drought
  and I was the rain that
was going to drown you out.

But you swam like you depended
                on the earth to hold you.

Never letting you hold ground
              cos I took it from under you.

No discipline to hold you like gravity,
        the only thing you'll be doing is sinking..
  

Bottom of the bay, where all wasted things
                sink too, you may take a while.

But believe me you'll end up where the rest
               sank.

Shrink wrapped with
        stones of regret on ya
             ankles of missteps.

When you dried out I was the oasis
                   of plentiful rhyme.

you tried to steal from my fountain
   but i held you under till you drowned.

And as long as no one knows where you
  were ship wrecked, you'll be a drought
in a sea of plentiful moisture
                                    that i drink upon.
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