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SelinaSharday Apr 2018
Dance wit meh naked..
Could I share my inner fragility,
show just how fragile I can be
If you were rich and I poor. would you embrace me at your door.
Would you abandon my empty.
Hold back your sympathy
Be blind to the goods I bring.
Would you, could you, dance wit meh naked.
                                                          ­                          wrapped in,
                                                             ­                            empathy.
                                                        ­                      the state I'm in is a basket of the complicated.
                                                    ­                       my hands appear naked.
Can I hear your music..Will you lend me a cup of stability.
twirl me around in your confidences.. allow me a cup of comfortability.
Parts of me come wrapped in simplicity. Adorned with gifts of invisible charms.
Chased your way by outside storms.
                                                         ­ Oh would You my Dear One..
Be able to take it.
The fact that I appear naked.
                                       Could you still..In fact will you still...
                                                        ­                                                      Dance with me N.A.K.E.D!
N ecessity
A cceptable
k eepable
E ndurable
D iamond .................................................................­.............in the rough.
And know theirs flaws in the both of...u.s
S.A.M 3-18
being open transparent, vulnerable and exposed yielding flaws and all.. void of the material the financial the quality is deep within your soul.
gracie Mar 2018
i walk across the asphalt,
a path i walk for centuries.

i catch someone's eye,
but they turn away.

when did i become an apparition?
a poltergeist, sitting on the wind.

"take me where i can go," i tell it.
"no one will know a thing."

i stop when i realize
the rustle of leaves,
are only speaking to the clouds.
nim Feb 2018
The abyss and emptyness.
A feeling,
craving other feelings.

Black.

Light.

Transparent.
To apathy
mel Jan 2018
i radiate light
most of my hours
but that's not to say
i am always okay

day after day
everything changes
you, me, the trees
my mood + their leaves

the sky never hurries
the mountains don't try
the bees and the moss
without judgement
s u r v i v e

unapologetically
spinning, the earth
moves along

qualities i hope
we all can
take on
sarah Jan 2018
i wonder sometimes
am i truly
                                         i n v i s i b l e
do they see right
through me like i am
                                        g l a s s
waiting to be
                                        s h a t t e r e d
K Balachandran Nov 2017
Up on a bright bloom,
a transparent dragon fly.
Live cosmic pulses, this!
mel Oct 2017
my "too much"
has never been quite "enough"
for anyone but me... and this,
i say, gives more light to my rays
and more power to All I May Be.
i intensely portray,
and will never downplay
the expression of Love that
explodes from my seams
i am me
Asonna Sep 2017
Drowning.
Drowning in silence.
I'm lost.
So terribly Lost.
In a crowd of people
I feel like nothing more than just a ghost.

You're oblivious.
Oblivious to me.

Help.
Help me.
Help me to help you.
What do I have to do?

Strip.
Strip the sheet.
Bare my soul to you?
Not good enough.
Probably.

Body.
Fine.
That's not mine.

Stay.
Stay anyway.
I know I'm not a 10.
But my arms are open.

Attention.
Attention.
Please look at me.
Help me.
Let me help you.

Sigh.
Fine.
Nevermind.
I tried anyway.
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