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The Misconstrued Sep 2018
People have their own agenda and objective,
And no matter how much of yourself you give,
I've realized people just take and you're left alone by yourself to live.
I guess people are not selfish but we should learn to stop giving so much of our self and be disappointed when no one is there to help you back.
Dee Sep 2018
Pink socks, quietly walking into the spacious room.

Wondering around the vacant house wasn't something
she planned.

It just always happened.

The room affected her, In ways, she did not like.

It brought back memories she wanted to forget,
but never could.

Nevertheless, she liked it there.

For she always got letters that reminded her she wasn't alone.

That she wasn't forgotten. That they remembered her, for all she has done for them.

She was locked away with the same darkness that was in everyone.

She just decided to make it consume her.

She wouldn't fight a battle she knew she couldn't win.
Anna Mink Sep 2018
She took advantage of his disgruntlement, silence,
His shut-eye, and him giving in to laziness.
She became a fabled, stereotypical succubus
Of lore by giving in to her own selfishness.

~ A.M, F.H.
Published 19th of September 2018.
Tara Sep 2018
If I hug you tighter, will I imprint you in my arms?
So I can carry you with me,
past the heavens,
past the rain,
past the pain.

I’ll hold your every ache on my back,
till I turn to cosmic dust.
When I seize to exist,
is the only time you can leave me in the mist.

I know that’s selfish of me,
but you I truly need.
Don’t forget you’re the one who told me my mind plays tricks on me.
You’re the one who told me to go grow on my own.

You said you’d always be there,
and I’m not letting you go,
before I let go.

One day we’ll shine down with the stars together,
and join the sun feeding all your favorite roses,
but till that day the soils are our home,
no matter where the other goes.
nadezhda Sep 2018
i left

you

because

you

did not see

me

for who

i

was
Mystic Ink Plus Sep 2018
I’m crazy
But you are beautiful

I’m wired
But you are beautiful

I’m reserved
But you are beautiful

I’m selfish
But you are beautiful

I don’t love you
But you are beautiful

I hate you
But you are gorgeous

You are too much
You too, JUST LIKE ME.
Genre: Observational
Author Note: It's conversation.
First line, her voice. Second line, his voice.
Samantha Sep 2018
Me
You asked me who I want to be, so here’s my answer:

I want to be FEARLESS & SELFISH

I want to walk above the ground
I want to give my thank you speech
And wear the crown

I want to open my voice
I want to tell them exactly how I feel
And not give a **** about their ideals

I want room to grow from a fraction to a whole
I want my world to revolve around ME
And be able act fierce and carefree

I want to be the woman that intrigues strangers
I want to bravely approach them with friendly banter
And have spontaneous encounters that brings on laughter

I want to be someone more like me
Inspired by someone from this site, when he asked me "Who do you want to be"
Thank You :-)
stranger Sep 2018
I sometimes wonder if I can compare feelings.
Can I compare the power of when you find a song you love and dance to it 'till the sweat reaches your eyes to the power of the sadness when something you so much loved, dissappears and tears streak down your already glass rose cheeks?
Can I compare the pureness of a laugh to the pureness of a sigh?
Can I compare the "letting yourself be a little selfish" of being proud of yourself to "letting yourself be a little selfish" of letting yourself cry for no reason at all?
Can I compare the surprising relief of the moment right after I finish a poem to the surprising scare of the moment I caress my head just to see a handful of hair fall out?
Can I compare the strength of love to the strength of hate?
I think i can
I thought of how deja-vuesque all my feelings seem like
Kewayne Wadley Aug 2018
Every couple of days.
She comes around.
She claims to not like me.
She looks the other way.
When she needs me
She knows where to find me.
Reaching with open arms.
When no one is around she professes her love.
There is no other.
She breaks my heart.
The start of another week.
She claims to not like me.
She calls late night.
Apologizing for what she's done.
I never felt so bad.
It's coming to an end.
In another couple of days.
Things'll be back the same.
The same old same old.
Both our selfish ways.
She knows where to find me.
I have no clue where she is
Kim Essary Aug 2018
Did you ever imagine your life to be ,  like a fish swimming around a fish bowl wanting to be free
One minute you are surrounded by family and friends, to swimming around a bowl that never ends.
The question haunts you every single day , why did my family just throw me away,
I always thought blood was thicker than water, now I don't believe.
Now I see blood can clot and family will deceive.
Like a fish swimming around a bowl with no end
I'm learning more each day nobody but you will always be there not family or a friend
No matter how many times a fish swims around his bowl it never finds it way
No matter how much you love and trust someone in your time of need they always go away
©kimmied1105
no matter what you do for family or friends in there time of need they are nowhere around in yours
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