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georgia sophie Jun 2018
i can't stand how you laugh
snigger at those less fortunate than you
you selfish cruel man
i wish you and your ***** ****** kind
would just change
no one should be mocked
for things they can't control
Waffles Jun 2018
I don't like myself
because
I like myself
and I forget to like others
And I don't like that
tompoet rwanda Jun 2018
My eyes glow high red
can't help but only write
my mind full of regrets
like i haven't lived for a day
sorrow inside my heart like
a mother who lost his son
why me?
is this the forever you've promised?
all you ever wanted was only gains
gain like you were taxing,
like a 3pm anophele on my neck
holding me with a pretty smile
like you loved me.
all your i can'ts and i won'ts
was full of lies
and you left me with
innumerable sorrows
because i loved you
i didn't know that you was
playing me like a tennis ball
with a deadly fictional
selfishness,
while
i thaught that we was like
covalent bonds,
maybe it was meant to be,
and for now
i'm refraining back to who
i used to be before you demolished
me like what cruck did to green
even if it's cumbersome
remember!
my God always win.
This poem is about a girl who was selfish she wanted money and lied to his boyfriend
That she loves him.
Mama earth Jun 2018
Nope to Cope.                            
                               ­                         Done with Hope.      
                                                     ­                              Only using Rope.                                                  
        Who has a Remote?!                                                         ­                                     Perfected Tying;
                        Finished Crying.
                                                Hanging Dying.
Forget about Dreaming;                                                        ­            
All Night She's Screaming
   "RAG DOLL"
I own copyrights
vanessa ann Jun 2018
writing is where i feel the most at peace,
the most honest i've ever been with myself

i don't feel the pressure
to create visually enchanting pieces,
nor do i feel the need
to impress or to please

i write so selfishly,
so inwardly,
so unapologetically;

as if the world is mine,
as if it revolves around me,
and will continue to do so,
as long as words keep flowing like spilled ink
on marble

with every letter that i scribe,
i build a bridge to dreamland;
with every word i craft,
i fill the tank with gasoline
and give myself the wings
to fly

because you could claim
that you've taken everything
that made me who i am,
but you could never take away my words
which i have so intricately
sewed onto my tongue

because for as long as my words live,
i live;
and as long as my words thrive,
i'll fly.
this is not a perfect poem by any means, and certainly not my best work. but it is by far the most raw, most honest piece i've written. i felt a great amount of love for this art as i wrote this at 1 am, and i hope that you can feel some amount of it as well.
O Jun 2018
I feel it in my nerves,
A jolt that goes through me when I see them with others,
A fear that picks the strings of my heart,
Why am I not the one?
I open my heart,
Lay out all of my feelings and hurts,
Just to be swept under the rug again,
Why didn't you choose me?
I get headaches and lie down,
Somehow trying to drown,
I am not this which holds me,
Jealousy.
It's not one of my best writes, but I have to get it out somewhere, and what better place than here. I don't mean to sound like the whole world revolves around me, but it does feel that way when the negativity starts seeping through the cracks. I'm sorry.
LuckyLeaf May 2018
Why?
why did you take him?
you gave him your heart
and he gave you his
I thought it would stop at just him
but
I want more than him now
I want
you
but
I feel like that's more than just
a simple love for both of you
its selfishness
hell
it seems two
just isn't enough for me right?
Isn't that what they say?
That we,
those like me,
are selfish?
first poem and its full of emotion a h
Louisa Coller Jun 2018
lipstick can leave stains,
rooted deep within my soul.
Ocean eyes ran dry,
as the air around us all,
Our love has become detached.
When you play the game, it’s hard to get out of the game. Time passed and this perfect love at first sight began becoming faded. In truth, I was very concealed with how I felt, he wasn’t aware of how little he gave in contrast.

One person I really adored I ended up using pretty badly and shared a romantic love for them when hopes of my relationship had died, but I didn’t feel right. Essentially, I was so torn up and emotionally confused that it was selfish of me to consider dating as a whole at this time.

I took a break.

I did want it to work with my prior partner, but I lied to people, hurt people and in the end, I felt ashamed and embarassed of what I had done to everyone involved. Mixing shame and confusion is a bad time for anyone. It’s definitely not something fun to encounter.

I luckily still have my friend with me to this day and I treasure them as a friend. I do feel lucky to have my friends from many years prior come back into my life, but sometimes, you aren’t always ‘lucky’. So treasure those around you. Don’t do what I did, it was very narcissistic. I showed so little empathy and in the end that’s what left me alone.

Since then, this event taught me to treat people with respect, to not assume people’s lives are always ‘filled with sunshine’. I learnt to care for others as well as myself.

This poem is a Tanka poem, they are a little like haikus but they have a lot more syllables. I will admit, when researching I did notice sometimes Tankas show themes of nature alongside passion, so I wanted to really tackle a mixture of both.

Tankas weren’t easy to try first-time, I did enjoy some of the metaphors I used regarding the start of the poem. Definitely something I need to practice.

I did, reference an album I like a lot on purpose, I referenced Ocean Eyes which is an Owl City album I really adore.
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