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Jason Drury Aug 2018
We yearn for control.
Splashing and swimming,
in an ever-changing current.
It will decide when to crash,
when to pull us under,
or let you ride to stable shore.

Everything gets caught,
in this current, even time.
Reflecting yourself,
in glass-like calm.
Or in angry gray waves,
where you’ve lost your reflection,
yourself...

How often do we strive,
for calm waters?
How often do we predict,
the tides?
How often do we think,
of hurricanes?

Why not just go,
for the ride?
Rose Aug 2018
There is something about how the moon meets the sun
How night can turn our words into deep flowing rivers
Our biggest worries are suddenly little stones

The wind no longer chills our skins into regret
as light reflects between us creating warmth
where shadows used to lie
I’m no longer a stranger to your chasm but
Someone reaching out through seeping waters
those nights when everything seems possible and every problem is suddenly within reach, that is how i feel with you
bri Jul 2018
Reflecting on my life
I have made too many mistakes,
but mistakes are the most fun
without them
we wouldn't know who we are.
We do things to see if we want to so it again.
We **** up.
We heal.
We **** up some more.
We heal ourselves
& we heal others.
Life goes on,
despite all that we face.
Though I may not be innocent,
I am honest
I am true
& I will not be condemned for my mistakes.
Who gets to say your mistakes are better than mine?
cac·o·e·thes
ˌkakəˈwēT͟Hēz/
noun
an irresistible urge to do something inadvisable.
forestfaith Jul 2018
Running out of thoughts for ink.
My pen running out of its black and white ink.
missing links.

Haven't been thinking.
Missing moments by the lake.
Haven't been noticing the changing snowflakes.

Avoiding the dark thoughts.
Afraid that would play at my own hands.
Avoiding the mess laying in the middle of my mind.

Haven't been spending time with God.
I forgot.
I want to be by that lake.
When I would put down my distractions and sit by the sun and think.
Maybe finally looking at myself over the sink...
i need more time with God yall. I need to really stop and reflect
Well here we meet again.
My old and ****** friend.
Let’s not pretend
that it’s the end
but instead that for now were over.
I had to leave you to be sane.
I said I was no longer playing,
and now the day
seems half as gray
but you’ll live on all the same.
Your a malicious indigent *****.
Whose only job is to make us sick.
So for now I say
like I pray
you’re a ticking bomb I intend to kick.
And yes I know you feel indifferent.
A thief of life who doesn't give a ****.
We’re sure not cured,
you twisted bird,
but I hope you heard
through my words
that for now till tomorrow my light is lit.
Good bye.
Ceyhun Mahi Jun 2018
A melancholic gaze
Upon my walks I have, born out of wanderlust,
Having thoughts and feelings 'bout dust
And Byron's ways,

The wind is in my raven hair,
    A poet is my heart,
Between hope and despair
I classify my written art.

Many women and wine out of still skulls
I am a stranger to,
But not to skills
Of natures who're romantic as a hue.
I've been reading more ABOUT Lord Byron than reading Lord Byron lately these times. I can say that his ways as a poet do motivate me to become a better poet myself.
Lyn-Purcell May 2018
How time flies on by
We all share that worry about the future
We all want to live and not just exist
a life many of us share on the
R    E    G   U   L   A   R
I've got many dreams
many broken
many dead
BUT
STILL

THE
TIME
I have here
I need to be sure
it's not wasted in anyway
I don't know if I'll ever love someone
enough to have, to hold, to love and trust
because I don't have that security TO trust a man
with my heart for the rest of my life especially with my
past experiences
WITH MEN

A   N   D
Everyone tells me of the
miracle and spiritual aspect of having children but
that's the FURTHEST thing from my mind.
Right now I have to be selfish
and focus on me and me
alone because there is
so much that I
missed out
on AND

IF I'M
honest,
I want to make up for the time I'll never get back
with the very few I love and trust and care
about in this short strand of life
Though I am grateful to be
given things that I now
have, It's time that
I work on
GIVING

MYSELF
the things I
didn't have and with that
in mind, I'll do all I can to sustain a
happy life of security all the way around
BECAUSE


This life is mine to live.
You only live once. This is a poem from my diary. I wanted to share me just listing what I want from my life. I'm still a child at heart and despite it, I want to experience things that I missed out on, that families today take for granted. I won't lie, I'm hesitant to love as well as being loved in turn, something that I think I'll struggle with for a while.
But hey, life goes on...

I need to give myself that growth because only I can make my own happiness. I'll take one day at a time.
Anyway, I hope people are having a good day.
I'll be back soon!
Lyn x
Jessica Jarvis Apr 2018
Funny how easy
Loves appears to be, until
It laughs with the other easily
Reconcilable "maybes"
That devalue your first "hello".

First, it began as "hello".
Little did you know how
Interested he would be in you, but
Reflecting on it now, you see how those
Tender tendencies weren't exclusive.

Finally, all you have left is "hello",
Like every other girl he knows.
Inevitably, you're one of many
Recycled pretties that thought
They were more than another "maybe".
4/28/2018
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