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neth jones Aug 2020
"Although I try
to hold the single thought
of Buddha's teaching in my heart,
I cannot help but hear
the many crickets' voices calling as well."

                      by Izumi Shikibu


My Reply

The Buddha once heard
noisy Crickets at their play
received good teaching
did the crickets from the man
who practiced great stillness
Fireflies May 2020
There was a time when she cared
To satisfy any need of yours, she was prepared
You gave her just enough to stay
And stay she did everyday
There was a glimmer of hope that she will receive love back
Every song related back to you, every soundtrack
One day, 3 am at night she laid there
Room dark, status of you being online a glare
She watched it switch offline, realising you never replied
Finally it ******* hit her that to be her lover you were never qualified
Males are only useful if they are fertile
Men are trash was not just a insta post, it became a lifestyle
If liking men was a choice
Trust me when i say i would have yeeted the boys.
So sick of tired of men that i drafted out a whole poem. Enjoy ;)
Looking upon you, through my blue eyes, but I can't lie and say it was unintentional nor did your imagination make me up, Let's never say goodnight nor stop after the virtual sunlight. - Venjencie Clifton Arnold
My dearest Omni, let it be me.
A little collab as a rey to Omni's "Unintentional" https://hellopoetry.com/poem/3844007/unintentional/
I hope he doesn't mind.
Andrew Layman Apr 2020
The deepest cut
is the first
then the one that follows
I find that I am tired
as my essence puddles out
crimson tears form in the well
and become a weeping waterfall
of wasted life and battered choices
I want to take it back---
but the redness of me,
breaks free
seeking to be exposed to the outside
and remain uncaged from weakness.
BUYER'S REMORSE, Copyright © 2020
Andrew Layman, All Rights Reserved.
I wait up till 12 at night
Just to see if you'll reply.
I remember every text
All the secrets that we told.
I feel so scared to open up,
Do you feel scared too
Or is this just you?
Am I another text in the night?
Are these just pixels, not feelings?
We send and received,
There's a time stamp on our moments.

Please will you stay up with me at 12 at night
And say goodnight
I promise myself every time I won't, but every time I get a message from you, I just can't help this feeling of happiness.
Meruem Aug 2019
"You never loved her."
These words are marked on you;
Like a deep wound in your heart,
Like a sad song in your head.

I loved you, and I'll always do.
All the hours that we spent,
And everytime that our hearts skipped
A beat for every sweet nothings.

I loved you, that's why I came back.
I loved you like the moon loves the sun;
I was outshined by your light,
Yet all I wanted was to meet you in the middle.

I loved you,
Because you were my world.
And it really breaks my heart
Because you still think that I only used you.

I loved you;
I returned so I can mend your broken heart
I wanted to be the one to wipe away your tears
I offered you my heart, my soul, and a life we can share together.

But you never loved me.
You only loved how I patiently loved you.
You only loved the idea that I'll still run to you despite our darkest days.
You only loved your old memory of me and discarded the truth that nothing has changed.

You never loved me, but I did.
August 25, 2019 - 12:56
Mystic Ink Plus Aug 2019
I'm blah blah blah
What do you do for a living?
If asked

Beside maintaining
Homeostasis
Nothing more

Just reply
Genre: Clinical Raw
Theme: Breathing Air
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