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Sarah Oh Nov 2015
So many wasted nights
Of endless fights
Unspoken words
Need I say more
We're no longer what we used to be before

Your eyes are filled with lies
I just realised
I'm not complaining
You're just a lesson I'm learning

Please believe me
It's all you can say
Just to make me stay
This isn't easy
While I just want to be free
solEmn oaSis Nov 2015
on the 6th day of January
a baby boy were born namely
Solomon E. Sicio,
he was the 7th child as recorded too.
5 years later,,,he learned how to write,sing and the eagerness to listen
1 day,,, bcoz of his thirst and hunger..he roved around to the kitchen
HEY ! WHAT ARE YOU DOING ? voiced over by his eldest brother
Oh Kuya come and look,how should i cut this lime? I GOT WONDER!

kuya Sonny took the knife- begun to talk and started to demonstrate.
so he'd enlightened from then on and used to love playing such a mind game,
times gone by,he uses 2 nickname--"Sol or MON" on his 3rd grade.
But he hates the feeling when he is already 8 years old.Less than a decade
.............has just past again-he decided to grew up and be matured enough!
Until now----out of 9 of his brethren ,,,don't know his caliber for being tough
,,,,but 4 of his best-friend really knew how he draw the character named
san Goku
and he finally entered to the nation of hp world,,and want to say............
HOW HE LOVES AND HATE TO PLAY THE GAME SO CALLED ...**sudoku
special thanks to Hidden agenda for the poem of its own
entitled Am I Thirsty or Hungry?
,,,,,,
when i read that.. i just wanna share also, some sort of bedtime stories
i've been doing to my son and daughter
:a seven and six years old children of mine without their mother
because me and my wife are currently living in seperate lives !
Tastes good though lethal.
It doesn't satisfy,
It enslaves
Us,
And letting go isn't
Easy;it takes
Choice and
action,
Courage and deep determination,
In order to
Win the
War
Battle against self is
A tough one,
But victory
Calls.
J Nov 2015
They seem to end,
When I stop to breathe for a second,
I find myself holding the tears back

..Why am I alone?
..Why can't I be better?
..Why do I let myself down?

..Is this why she doesn't want me?
..Is that why she is with him?
..Is that why I will never be good enough?

..Why can't I be happy?
..What can I do to change?
..Why is it so hard to smile?

Then I carry on with my day,
That's 5 minutes of my day down,
Only 1435 minutes to go.
Kagey Sage Oct 2015
The feeling of comfort was not always so
the feeling of comfort is relatively new
I feel safer in my armor, standing stiffly aloof
These **** people
want me to feel the cloth around their skin
so obsessed with lounging
unaccustomed to wearing things in,
thickening one's skin, and seeking scars
This to me, is all life is
Why coddle yourself in luscious membranes?
You fought outta the womb for a reason
What made you stop climbing?
Karen Nicole Sep 2015
people say youre a rock,
because youre strong like one
because youre tough like one

but don't they realize, that a rock breaks too?
Baylee Sep 2015
"When you're at the bottom,
There's nowhere to go but up".
When you've hit you're all time low,
You start to envy those at the top.
You give your least effort,
And strive for average.
You feel weighed down,
And carry so much baggage.
Everything you do
Causes you to be distressed,
You only focus on the negatives
And don't realize that you're blessed.
You crawl through each day,
Trying not to suffer,
But day after day,
It gets tougher and tougher.
Hang in there though,
The good will come to you,
I know it's tough right now,
But try not to be so blue.
Hold on tight,
And hold your head high,
Try not to cry,
Because pretty soon, you'll fly.
We all have baggage and its important to know that we all go through things, and no one knows what it is we are dealing with, but the pain wont last forever, so hold on and keep pushing through.
Renee 'Wisera' Aug 2015
There’s no place for me in this world
I’m just not like the other girls
I know, all of them say that
And also complain about how they’re fat
But going on I just can’t deny
The more I lose, the more I try
I’m not insane, thin or pretty
I’m nonconforming but a little witty.

There’s no place for me in this world
I’ve noticed as my life has unfurled
Maybe I’m the loser here
Sometimes I want to disappear
But even if I ran away
My problems are still here to stay
Trapped in place to figure it out
So I’m plagued with mountains of doubt

There’s no place for me in this world
Except to take care of my boy and my girl
But how do I get them the things they need
When the system is corrupted with greed?
I don’t know the rules or how to win
This game of life we’re living in
The system is set, I can’t give up
Stuck in a cycle of self destruct

There’s no place for me in this world
Searching for the things that are real
Am I just giving up?
Each time it’s getting tough
Relationships work and school
Failure seems to be the rule
Maybe I should just give in
And conform to the world we’re living in.
Rockie Aug 2015
It all happened so quickly.
The shock, the tears,
The pain.
I wish you and your family the best,
That everything will turn out alright in the end,
Even though the time is tough
And the tears will fall,
We will stand tall,
For you.
For your family.
For the justice you deserve.
When you're told some terrible, shocking, tear wrenching news, you can't begin to comprehend what other people think of it as well-all you know is that it's happened and don't know when it'll be right again.
A Writer Aug 2015
I wish I could tear my skin away to show you the scars unseen.
So you could see how my hearts been beaten and battered,
Stomped, forgotten,
And worst of all,
ripped apart.
If you could see the story of my heart,
Yours would cry for mine.
But this thick skin doesn't open up easily,
Or for just anyone.
It protects so that my heart sustains no more injuries or pain.
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