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MicMag Sep 26
tonight i vow                         
not to stay up too late
tonight i vow                         
to eliminate hate
tonight i vow                         
to self-motivate

to take another step
on the path to being great


to be great at what?               
tonight i ask
am i in a rut?               
tonight i ask
need a kick in the ****?               
tonight i ask

but i'm choosing to get better
not a mandated task

they all say                         
take it step by step
they all say                         
improve yourself today
they all say                         
practice makes perfect

but perfection's not my goal
just wanna live the right way


so what's up next?               
they all inquire
are you feeling the effects?               
they all inquire
can you avoid becoming hexed?               
they all inquire

cause apparently life's risky
when you're always climbing higher


so i ask myself tonight
what i'll promise another day
taking into account
their inquiries and what they say

but in the end i won't have been
wrongly led astray
cause when push comes to shove
listen to the "i", not the "they"
I structured this based on the main inputs directing my life - questions and advice:
1. I tell myself things.
2. I question myself.
3. Others tell me things.
4. Others question me.

Input from others is important but in the end, I have to listen to my own voice above the others.
some of us are born
with a brokenness
that warps spines
thins blood
and harbors diseases
even the doctors cant diagnose.
Esther L. Krenzin
Astraea Sep 17
You hexed me into a trance,
filling every available crevice
in my body
of what I thought was
ambrosia

Instead, I swallowed the silk from
your white lies

How dangerously sweet they were

You plucked each thread which
held my songbird heart together,
playing me twice for a fool (shame on me)
its sad
like you push them away
but did they ever even wanna stay
River Sep 11
this person i know
wants to be called they
it could bring us much closer
to see them that way
its a strange thing to think
and harder to say
but they is so happy
when the effort is made
to all the theys and thems
it is this i pray
we be kind and accepting
and just let them be they
this is not my poem i dont know whos it is i saw it on instagram
Mrs Robota Sep 8
I bought black glasses
I only see the world through black and white lenses
Photography, little black dress, dangerous
They made me happy
They said they didn't suit my face
I felt....****

I bought pink glasses
I only see the world through pink lenses
La Vie En Rose
They made me happy
They said they didn't suit my face
I felt....****

I bought red glasses
I only see the world through red lenses
Classic, romantic, powerful
They made me happy
They said they didn't suit my face
Maybe I'm just...****?

I don't know anymore
I felt anxious this time....
I bought a pair of bright pink glasses....I was panicking...I regret my decision.... and a pair of red...I was panicking....oh god!
No matter what I do I'm ****....so it's okay....I hope no one says anything....I don't want to be reminded that I'm ****....


I only see the world through black and white lenses
Photography, little black dress, dangerous....
I only see the world through pink lenses
La Vie En Rose....
I only see the world through red lenses
Classic, romantic, powerful

I only see ****
I only see ****
I hate my glasses
I'm ****
They don't make me happy
****
It's ok. It doesn't matter. I'll get another pair in 2 years.
I'm **** now... nothing will change...
Maybe I'll be beautiful by then...
I'll just buy something plain....stupid me why did I buy pink and red glasses!
Neha Sharma Aug 9
People called me
LOSER,
Actually they mispronounced
WINNER!!

~your smiling queen :)
09/08/2019
Motivating myself to become an achiever.
The omnipresent THEY
Packed on one and other
So tight THEY can’t breathe
Claustrophobic screams ring
As THEY stretch out their claws
To the only miniscule sliver of light
Their beady eyes can see
And THEY cut furiously
At my straining legs
As I fight
From the depths of this barrel
On my way
To the Sea
ME
Suraj Mujen Jul 10
They helped eachother
to carry on
the silence
between them.
They used to be
intimate souls.
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