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Semicolon Sep 2018
In the end, even
wilted and withered roses,  
are, well, roses too.
Broken doesn't mean not beautiful;
don't let broken mean not beautiful.

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Semicolon Aug 2018
My family hangs on loose threads.
My family's not broken,
But **** me if it's any better.
My mom tells me
That the only reason she's in this relationship
Is for my sake.
I laugh and laugh and laugh.
Mom, as if this relationship is of any good to me.
I want to run away,
Away and away and away,
But then, I'm the only one actually stitched deep into this family,
And not just standing there for the sake of its existence.
No, I'm not a child of a broken home,
I'm a child of a house hanging loose.

© Semicolon
Semicolon Aug 2018
Dreaming in roses,
Living in thorns.
"like the sky
my beloved is everywhere
but next to me"
– Rupi Kaur

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Semicolon Aug 2018
Oh dear,
I still save
the last bite
for you.
But what hurts the most is you're never coming back home, to me.

©Semicolon
abi Aug 2018
I want this be heard
It’s so much more than just a word
Or punctuation,
It’s a clarification.

For people who lost hope,
Were searching for rope.
People whose best friends
Were blades that could have been the end.

Searching for purpose starts
With a beating heart,
And for every heartbeat through the pain,
That’s a heartbeat that you gain.

Stay alive, it’s worth it, I promise.
Stay alive for me.
Stay alive for yourself.
Just stay alive.

;
Semicolon Aug 2018
The length
of my skirt
does not determine
my consent.
No means no.

(This write up is mine but not exactly mine. I read a related quote somewhere– which wasn't exactly this but somewhat related– and then I thought of this)
Semicolon Aug 2018
Let’s make a boat out of the moon,
Braid these stars into our hair,
Sail this endless galaxy till the end of time,
Breathe in every little fragment of this entirety,
Let’s get lost in this universe.
Let's get lost together.

© Semicolon
Semicolon Aug 2018
I wish I could be
the ocean,
rise and fall
everyday,
love and break
everyday,
scream and whisper
everyday,
bury and give
everyday,
shatter and heal
everyday,
I wish I could be
the ocean,
rise and fall
everyday.
"We dream in colours borrowed from the sea."
-unknown

© Semicolon
MysticRiddleton Aug 2018
Perchance you think
You've had enough
And near the brink
Of things too rough

When many waves
Have knocked you down
You think all saves
Would let you drown

I offer you this one advice:
Stand up and fight
Don't say goodbyes;
Please hold on tight.
Keep going on. "Just keep swimming." -Dory
Semicolon Jul 2018
I am the rain,
Holding my skirt,
I descend from my abode,
To be with you.

I tap on your windows,
Hoping you'd see me,
Waiting for you to embrace me,
So I could be with you.

I wish you would want to listen to me,
To the secrets I have to tell,
And I uncomplainingly wait,
To breathe songs into your ears.

I slide down your hands,
Savouring every little inch of them,
If only you'd wrap me around your fingers,
And make me stay.

But you don't,
And I slither down you,
I glide past your windows,
Flow down your walls,
Drip down every thing that's yours,
I slide away
Away
Away...
I was the sadness of the heavens wrapped up in the tears,
You, the happiness of the earth curved up into a smile,
Maybe we were never meant to be.

© Semicolon
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