Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Nolan Willett Jul 2020
Reminisce, sweet bliss:
The lasting worth of
A summer night’s kiss.
You broke her.
She couldn’t go a day without crying.
But it wasn’t because she missed you.
It was because she missed herself.
She didn’t know where she was and it took forever to find her.
You suffocated her, nearly killed her.
But the crack of light she thought was blinding her
became the beckon of hope she never knew she needed.
She crumbled your jagged walls of isolation to the ground
and now nothing can constrain her.
You hate seeing her happy,
but that’s not anything new, is it?
Your weight no longer keeps her beneath you.
She’s always been stronger, better, worth more.
It’s a shame you knew before she did.
She could have avoided you all together.
Lulu Sarmiento Jul 2020
I watch as the night unfold its beauty:
The luminescent moon shining above
And the stars that sparkle throughout the night.
He said: “The light that you see from those stars has been emitted several years ago.”
I smiled.
I said: “I know. Just as how humanity appreciate the value of someone when they’re long gone.”
I smiled bitterly at the stars.
“I miss you.” I murmured.
maria Jul 2020
never thought of moving on
now I'm glad we split off
loved you like I never loved anyone before
now I know my worth

I couldn't tell if you loved me
or just couldn't have anyone else
fool me that you care
now I know I'm rare

people ask if I miss you
but I don't find anything to miss
It took me a while
to get over what I thought it was life
now I'm wondering what did i like

you ****** me off
you want to have it all
now I know what I really want
I wish you the best
and
I need you to go
found peace and closed a "case" that made me weak.

written on June 17, 2020
© ,Maria
Olivia Bennett Jul 2020
You are worth more than you know
you have overcome the lowest of all lows

battled with your self
tried developed your wealth

let someone else in
you don’t need to be a lone wolf

you can be the leader of the pack
trust me there is nothing you lack
TOD HOWARD HAWKS Jun 2020
Charles Webb died today at the age of 81. He was the author of THE GRADUATE, which, in turn, was made into the eponymous movie in the late 1960s. The movie was a huge financial success (the soundtrack contained Simon and Garfunkel's most famous songs). But Charles, who had attended an expensive prep school and had graduated from Williams, eschewed money in general and wealth overall. I have written "Wealth is not worth;"  Charles and his wife personified my sentiment. They gave away everything of worth they had--and they had tons of things of great worth. They lived their long lives in what others called extreme poverty, but they knew early on that financial wealth was, indeed, not spiritual worth. If Earth is to survive, those who call Earth their home will necessarily have to learn and practice, to an appreciable degree, what Charles and his wife learned and practived their entire adult lives.

Copyright 2020 Tod Howard Hawks
A graduate of Andover and Columbia College. Columbia University, Tod Howard Hawks has been a poet, a novelist, and a human-rights advocate his entire adult life.
Notepad Jun 2020
When the light shimmers,
showing the turquoise hue of solace,
reflecting through your eyes of crystals,
I’d go astray, wondering every shades of you,
that’s worth to cherish, bound to love,
like the ocean I adore,
I wouldn't want anything more,
Nostalgic
Poetic T Jun 2020
I'll never look back,
as that isn't the way I'm heading.
It's always a belated imprint that was walked
            over so many times before
I'd even thought of looking at the reflection.

Of where I'd come from.
             I'm always schooling myself from
the errors that gave me  D- minus but
         as I walk on I've got regraded to a B-

                                        What!!
life's hard an  A* isn't archivable

But I worked ******* my mistakes and a B is
      better than the D as you could have fell
                            and ended up a E-

Empty of what life's worth..
`m
and you question, "how does she do it!" -
these golden girls are mighty pretty.
but darling don't exclude yourself, haven't you known that the elements are elementary?
now go upstairs and mine in your room.
Next page