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half of me
does not understand
the other half
of me
half of you hates
the other half of you
that wants nothing to do
with meandyou
all the little things in me
look for the big things in you
while the big things you do
have no password for
seeing things through
[or the way the wind blows through my curls]

say
if my half and your half
half asleep half awake
would cut the silence
in half words
under half a sky
if your luck and my fate
half dead half alive
would drink
in half a heart bit
half a cup of hope
would we stand
half a chance
to share [half&half]
a whole happy moment
SeaChel Feb 2018
I have never understood the concept of
soulmates,
twin flames,
being one half of a whole.

I have never needed somebody in my life
to make me feel whole
because I am absolutely complete
on my own.
Self love is important.  When I hear about those who can’t enjoy their own company, I pity them because I love myself (not be or sound egotistical) in the way that I genuinely enjoy my own company.  If this doesn’t resonate with you, try taking yourself out to lunch, going hiking, seeing a movie by yourself.  It’s scary at first, but freeing to be able to be friends with your conscious.
Florivee Jan 2018
Look at me like a lion looks at its preys
dangerous but with intent
despite the dreadful gaze,
I long to come near your whiskers
eat me piece by piece and it will surely hurt than if you swallow me whole
it's okay
I'm familiar with the pain, anyway
and every crushing blow of your jaws wounds the inches of my soul
but I can't cry, I can't call for help
because somehow, I liked it
I liked your destructive chews
I liked the thought of being with you wounded and torn,
than be uncut and whole on my own.
(fohn)
trinity Jan 2018
we are not meant to be whole
we are not meant to have the same pieces
we are not meant to be puzzles
we are meant to be people
katarina Jan 2018
all this time i've been looking to be whole,
instead of being one with my emptiness
lins Dec 2017
I thought I was dreaming.

Everything was here.
Present as the sun.
Nothing torn apart.
Nothing come undone.

The world seemed right.
But somehow wrong.
I thought I knew truth.
Thought I knew where I belong.

Peace covered me.
Like a cotton quilt.
The world appeared frozen.
No harm had been built.

For once I felt good.
My mind at peace.
Nothing could hurt me.
No evil beast.

The beast of greed.
Of hatred and hurt.
Was far away.
Buried under the dirt.

My mind was resting.
For once in my life.
A moment of safety.
A dull edged knife.

The knife of survival.
The knife of the flesh.
Would strike once again.
And the wound would be fresh.
showyoulove Dec 2017
Light of the world you broke through the dark
Came into this world and made your mark
We were lost and confused with no one to guide
Wrapped up in sin and shame we thought we could hide
Broken and cracked you picked up the pieces
Of our hearts. You smoothed the creases
Piece by piece you began to put us back
You gave us the support we once lacked
Slowly things started to take shape once more
And what I saw shook me to the core
You took the broken pieces and created something new
The picture upon which I gazed rang so true
A stained-glass window, a cross, a tree, and a heart
Out of death, love made life; a brand-new start.
I stood there smiling as I looked upon the scene
As I drowned in your mercy and love I was made clean
The stained-glass shone so beautifully
And my life will flourish fruitfully
For the light that now shines from within
Has made me more open
To your love and light, the son in the dawn.
At times, darkness creeps in and isn’t all gone
You are the light in me; an eternal flame
And since then I have never been the same
You are the star I follow to keep me going straight
But sometimes I wander and I make a mistake
You shine so bright that the darkness has to flee,
Light of the world help me truly see!
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