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Quin Rosenheart Aug 2018
How do I survive
Each and every day
Without you in my arms
Because no matter
The distance between us
My love for you
Can travel that far
My relationship at the moment is long distance. But I know in due time we will hold each other at last <3
Mariyah Fales Aug 2018
You don't understand what you've done
You think this is funny
till it really happens hunny

You are calling me all these names
thinking its a joke, till you choke

Killing yourself isn't something to be proud of
so don't be joking about it to someone who is unavowed

It's to the point where I'm barely holding together
wanting to pull the trigger since all I'm in is cold weather

Your 14, skinny, perfect, and smart,
as you're over here calling me words,
that shouldn't be heard.

She thinks its all fun and games
till I actually aim,
lives are changing so you won't be able to claim
... claim my life you're trying to tame.
Yusof Asnan Aug 2018
Her eyes speak of
sorrow which no
words could
describe,
Her lips pursed
trying to keep
her mind from
speaking.
Constantly
thinking just
when she should
say enough.
But she kept
holding on,
Surviving another
moment.

-HIY
Asiah Mangham Aug 2018
A Hopeless Romantic.
Loving the sight and sound of "love" but not quite loving the emotion of love.
Romance has nothing on the art of swaying a heart.
Hopelessly losing love or Hopelessly surviving.
Hopelessly finding love or Hopelessly rewinding.
When you're Hopelessly Romancing it isn't the dwelling sight of Romance
But,
simply its Perspective.
Do you know what love feels like?
Sanjali Aug 2018
16
-Supposed To Survive-

I cannot understand
If I am weak or patient,
I cannot understand
What I should think.
Is it okay if I let life play
Or do I fight with all my will?

Wise people would say
'There’s a time for each way',
But how am I, the unwise,
Supposed to decide?
How am I, the fool,
Supposed to survive?
Sometimes my life seems to be wrapped around these lines.
Jean Aug 2018
I want to hold you like a breath,
Even if it leads to my death.
And I swear that the only place for me
is right beside you.

I’m right behind you.
I’m not a million miles away.
You’re my reason to stay.

Love’s a dangerous game
Some days you have to play
I can’t push my heart away
I can’t keep my love at bay
I want to do more than surviving another day

And I’m soaring
too close to the sun.
A heat wave
That left me undone.
Love was worth it
In the long run
Even if the day is done

The stars are in my eyes
Now that the sun has set
I’ve found my own constellations
I’m not finished yet
Written as a song by someone who doesn’t know to write music.
Also written for a character weeks ago.
Colm Jul 2018
Life is meant to be a conscious thing
Though we constantly surround ourselves with those things
And people which we do desire
In an attempt to order and forget ourselves
The foremost point of life is consciousness
And therein, the ownership of self
Wide ... Awake ... Yet?
old forms will never go out of fashion
if poets keep scribing them onto the page
there's timelessness in their long staying stage
as seen by writers who hold a passion
tonight one reprises the sonnet's stock
bringing past master back for a re-run
so readers twill enjoy couplets of fun
e'en including some lines that shall rock
let not tradition fade on the paper
tis said things of age can be new again
yesteryears vogue showing its surviving
well into a modern era's draper
penning the craft of the lasting refrain
whereby we'll see them always reviving
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