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Ali Harati Jun 2020
What’s a friend
Is it a sheat for your emotions
Or a sword for your predicaments
An everlasting essense of your endevors
Or a means to your goals
Are we needed in ones life
Or is it us who need them
Do they last cause of our bond
Or for our sense of reason
Why are we codependet
Cause we’re built to survive
What happens after surviving
We presist to thrive
And what comes after thriving
Then we are born anew
And what of the people we met
The people we owe
The people we loved
Do they join the fragments of our memories
Or do we always collide
Do we celebrate our success along them
or do we toss them aside
Life is cruel
Human is flawed
Emotion is momentary
And trust is built of glass
What are we left with at the end
Ourselves, a solitary codependent brat
Some thoughts on friendship and the inate codependency in human nature
Himani Jun 2020
My mind shouted out loud,
Agonies shot out,
He shot,
He.
The one who had taken my breath away,
He.
Who had promised me the glorious day,
He.
Who had conjured scintillating dreams,
He.
Who had promised never to leave,
Never giving me a chance to bereave.
I was a fool to believe.
Was it just a web of lies?
A den of vice?
A gorge of sinful combat?
No..It was worse than that.
It was a snare.
He was never really there.
Of all my foes he was the one who shot.
And I was the one who fell..
For all those who have been cheated by the ones close to their hearts..
Penny Laine Jun 2020
Im addicted to your skin on mine
because I can feel for the first time
I wake up still dreaming of you lips on my neck
and my hands making your hair a wreck
before you I was trapped in the body of a corpse
now i'm brought to life and im not sure worse
your hands are the first to earn my bodies trust
and now for them I have an overwhelming lust
Kelsey Banerjee Jun 2020
you weren’t there
so I went on asking
cards questions
each word a plea
for something else
and in return
each image printed
in monochrome blue
offered an answer
you would have hated,
but each one
sour against my tongue
sounded more honest
than your praise.
Art is my escape
The place I dare to dream,
Depositing frustrations
That make me want to scream;
Tying up the loose ends
Of mental threads about to snap
Seeking peaceful solitude
From a world that's full of crap.
Sometimes, pen and paper
Are the only things I trust,
When all around me shatters,
And turns to empty dust.
Here among the soft lights
Of lamp, and desk, and ink
I give into emotion
So I do not have to think.
Muse Serenade Jun 2020
I Think,
It wasn't really long ago
when I met you, when we were children though
The things filled in our minds was going home
Soon it turned out to be fun there too
The fun we had,
The pain we gone through
are always unforgettable
I never want to break our promise
that I won't be in disguise
Let us filter all our sorrows
So that they won't come again tomorrow
I don't want you to become,
someone I know to someone I knew
It just happened like a serendipity
and there were some lies I pity
The bond between us made impossible to possible
May this bond be unbreakable
forever and be together
Always..
I wish this type friendship lies in life too, unless I can only see in my poems.
I just want to feel it..
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