#simplewords
On a busy afternoon i sat on the floor,
and i felt someone looking at me.
Through the glass frame peering into room,
Was an old, brown wood tree.
The tree was old, yet rather slim,
And i wondered how it spent it's day.
Was it by feeling the raindrops fall?
Or by watching the children play?
The tree had rusty green leaves,
Dwelling on its branches all along.
When the wind blew and the leaves moved,
They'd whistle it a beautiful song.
The tree was still and i could move,
Yet to me, it felt more alive.
As i could move, still feel stuck.
And it was still, at peace and thrived.
I often envy the brown wood tree,
As it enjoys the sunset of june.
Thinking that, i get up and realize that I'm late,
To continue with my busy afternoon.
Aug 5, 2025
Aug 5, 2025 at 12:16 PM UTC
No one will ever know what I am going through, but again, I will never know what anyone is going through.
Is it about knowing?
No one will ever feel what I’m feeling, but again, I will never feel what anyone is feeling.
Is it about feeling?
No one will be me, but again, I will never be anyone else.
Is it about being???
Apr 15, 2018
Apr 15, 2018 at 2:24 PM UTC
Love has stole heart away
Treasured for a million years
How I wished for long she stay
Far from her many fears
Heart is broken once again
What can fix her shattered soul
Mend her now and not for gain
Let her now be safe and whole
Jul 20, 2016
Jul 20, 2016 at 2:29 AM UTC
A word i can't seem to remember
A feeling i can't evade
A home whose address i have forgotten
A grief that i always carry with myself
A sleep that forsakes me till late hours
A dawn that breaks a wink too soon
A flower that just won't bloom
A thorn that never falls
A sun with its light too dull
A moon too bright
A smile that never reaches eyes
A frozen tear that never melts
A melody of my mother long erased
A horrible selfdegrading voice that won't leave my head
A silence that keeps storming
A storm that silences all our hearts' pleads
A you i can't seem to stop writing about
A me that never crosses your mind
-A.K.
Mar 18, 2015
Mar 18, 2015 at 3:50 PM UTC
I love you, 3 words everyone seem to throw around so easily
Without ever really understanding how to use them correctly
Very simple words yet with very deep meaning
That usually leaves one with a warm, fuzzy feeling
They are so simple to say
That they're becoming quite passé
Almost like it's vogue
But be careful of whose ego you stroke
I'm sure we were taught not to say things we don't mean
So please be careful not to demean
These simple words full of value
Like I Love You
Jan 23, 2015
Jan 23, 2015 at 12:40 PM UTC
Please is another simple word
That sadly is rarely ever uttered
I'm sure that it's not too difficult
Saying it won't leave you crippled
Demanding help is easy for us
As easy as it is for us to cuss
But why is it so difficult to utter
A simple word that won't leave us a beggar
So do everyone a favour
I'm sure it'll be a livesaver
As I'm sure it'll be a breeze
To just say Please
Jan 23, 2015
Jan 23, 2015 at 5:32 AM UTC
Thank You
2 simple words that we always undervalue
Say it I'm sure it won't hurt
Say it I'm sure it won't sound absurd
We are quick to launch into a tirade
At anything that makes us irate
But we are slow to show our gratitude
To anyone with honest correctitude
So please don't be shy to grace the soul
Of the one who's just wants to help is his only goal
With 2 simple words of value
Which are Thank You
Jan 22, 2015
Jan 22, 2015 at 8:49 AM UTC