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xmxrgxncy Oct 2016
time belongs to no one.
rather, it belongs to everyone.

everyone but the one who wishes
they could harness it.

like a wild horse, it can only be
tamed if it is given.

given, given from those who we
try in vain to give it to.

my time is not my time,
and yours is not yours.

it switches, it tangles...
and it is given, and taken away.

You control my time.
And I control yours.
feeling philosophical
Silverflame Oct 2016
You make me feel so miserable.
But I can’t blame you for these feelings.
Because you don’t know about them.
You don’t even know I love you.

My light and will power is fading away.
Because she stole your heart without struggle.
A chosen one has claimed you.
And that chosen one is not me.

Giving you up is what I should do.
It’s hard, but you will never know.
Still I want to thank you, for being you.
Thank you for making me feel alive.
Crimsyy Oct 2016
I'm a cluttered fairy
strewn all over the mattress
on my stomach,
hair; a cluttered catastrophe
but in the morning I know
I'll be able to comb away
all the knots from my heart
and songs will be the match I need
to ignite a spark.
And now, I am done
with being an actress,
I am done with
overdoing things, with
overthinking about you;
have you thought of me at all today?
Either yes or no, it won't matter babe,
Ain't sure I need you to live anyway,
if I didn't cross your mind, I won't weep
I'm not alone,
it's 11:55 pm
and I'm taken by sleep.

- Crimsyy
Kaitlin Evers Sep 2016
Between ******* the ash remains
Slowly I watch as the smoke dissipates
Just as I watched you  fade away
Slowly, slowly, day by day
You were a light
With a soot filled cough
Bright and cheery
With a lung turned black
And with every puff that I blow out
I challenge Cancer to a bout
Cruel and cold
The worst of foes
Dark and dangerous, uncontrolled
The best the worst he takes them all
But now it's time for his curtain call
So I'll beat Cancer to a pulp
Or I'll die trying 
And see you soon
                  Either one... is satisfying...
Ambika Jois Sep 2016
You become my words,
When I became speechless.
You became my sunshine,
When I drowned in darkness.
You became my inspiration,
To wake up and live my dream.
You became my reason,
My pride, treasure and esteem.
You my darling, became my Kanna,
My strength, love and best friend.
You and I are now not two, but one,
Together, forever, beyond every end.
I wrote this poem for my best friend to whom I got engaged to on Tuesday, June 14th 2016. This poem in its simplest form, defines our union thus far and I wrote it to announce our engagement to the world. *Kanna* is the name I call my fiance by, which in Tamil refers to the Lord Krishna, also referred to as the one who stole my heart, dear to my heart and beloved one.
JDK Jul 2016
Oh, what a suit;
what fine noble thread,
below blinding pearly whites
and such a nice hair of head.

"Lose a little now to gain twice as much later.
Don't be a dope," (schmuck, fool, sucker.)
That's what he said through sharpened teeth.
I should've known better than to believe a single thing.

A wolf invited himself inside and talked me into buying his sheepskin suit, but it turns out that he was a fox disguised as a wolf in sheep's clothing, and so I bought the wolf's skin too.

"A two-for-one deal,
whaddaya say?"


I can't believe I fell for a walking cliché.
Shame on me.
Brianne May 2016
I want you
I want you to hold my hand and show the world I'm yours.
I want you to brush my curly hair out of my face.
I want you to smile at me with love.
I want you to look at me as if I was the only girl in the world.
I want you to hold my face with your hands.
I want to meet your family.
I want you to meet mine.
I want to have rainy days with you.
I want to cuddle and share thoughts.
I want you to want me.
But you're taken.
inggo May 2016
Sorry, but i'm taken
for granted by someone
made my heart broken
now my happiness stolen
for all those people who were taken for granted.. i feel you..
Peter Lyon Mar 2016
We spent the whole of our lives
with "the rest of our lives".

until we ran out of time
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