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#beingstrong
I won’t die without you… Because stop fighting would be not loving you… Not a little… You had given me so much life, that I can't give you death... This love is worth to fight Nobody says it will be perfect… We didn’t't thought it will hurt like this... But here we are… Fighting with love… Building us again… Loving our dark sides..
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Nov 15, 2019
Nov 15, 2019 at 11:19 AM UTC
Worth to Fight
What is your opinion if Your knowledge meant nothing? What if your life's work was Not what you were calling? In my mind I search Heaven, Hell The Universe and the Earthly planes My mind, my soul Reasons for life Philosophy and psychology Where is all this leading me to? Do I hold value for myself? Or in the talks I have with myself? Or am I just reasoning Motivating Something, anything Healing? I am almost 30 Not a college graduate I take the train I am not established in my career I can go on a shopping spree though That won't ease the pain though It won't fill the void of black Maybe I have been wrong all the time All of those books All of that time spent Reading, writing, thinking Imagining, feeling Is in vain I go to a thousand places In my brains Sometimes it is nowhere No one knows If zero is nothing Doesn't that make it something?
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May 31, 2019
May 31, 2019 at 6:06 AM UTC
Zero To Something
The way is long But I m strong and I can be all What I want. Because I m fearless, No, I need no **** Have learnt forgiveness, that makes me more strong "Going on" and "let it go" are two sides of the same coin, you got to learn them both to let yourself truly shine.. Future belongs to those who can see it, But Seeing ain't enough Go, just create it. Free yourself from cages Cages you built within, Have settlement with past It's the only way to win.
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Apr 11, 2018
Apr 11, 2018 at 12:15 PM UTC
Being Strong
I will not go softly leaving the fallen and broach upon your sight; I will not shiver coldly waking at the gathering of a nihilating night; I will not reason lightly speaking your name and numbered days;        I choose the wily river        to bend and straighten the sounds        of your longing breaths        and ease the burden        given by each willful caress.
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Mar 20, 2016
Mar 20, 2016 at 5:45 AM UTC
when you guide me gently
Let water fall forlorn down, cascade sorrowful past perpetual loss sourced from wellsprings that saturate pinnate lines and sustain interstitial spaces of silent missensed mourning. Let sensate streams buoy and suffuse afresh to rise fertile, fecund, fulfilled. Now wash the withered and woeful past away.​
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Mar 10, 2016
Mar 10, 2016 at 10:41 AM UTC
Cleanse