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 Oct 2017 Lote Do
Monique
Dear me
 Oct 2017 Lote Do
Monique
Dear little girl,
You were always more than what they expected you to be.
Called you names, neglected you, threw you out, disrespected you but you stood firm and made a persona you wanted them to see.
You were so weak to your knees that crying was a remedy to help you believe.
Believe that beauty can come from darkness, believe that the truth can come from the deceive.
They thought you were naïve, they ridiculed you to turn you into something you didn’t see in the mirror.
They tormented you with pain for you to surrender, they wanted you to pay for their actions incurred.
You were fighting a losing battle.
You were fighting a battle that only you knew about,
Only you experienced the extreme measure of what it is to be strong, yet you still doubt.
You became so accustomed with hiding your feelings that being numb was your haven
You grew so attached to yourself that nobody can knock on the door to let themselves in.
Your mentality became so advanced that you couldn’t fit in.
You became your own light in the darkness but that too became dim.
Dear little girl I’m sorry for hurting you and betraying you,
I should’ve pushed you harder, I should’ve become your best friend, I should’ve become everything they didn’t do.
But look at you.
Look at how you’ve grown and your potential to become so great.
Look at how you overcame every obstacle that was thrown at you,
Look at how you relentlessly found the positive in every negative,
Look at how you became your best friend.
Those tears weren’t in vain darling, they wrote the success you’re destined to achieve.
God heard you, he’s listening.
Just be careful opening doors you need to leave.
You are everything you need yourself to be.
So dear woman, don’t ever belittle yourself, hopes and dreams.
-dpk
 Oct 2017 Lote Do
Grace Darling
sometimes when you leap
you fall
but if you don’t try
then you’ll never fly

my fears held me back
and kept me from trying
since i was not living
i felt my soul dying

for what is the point of life?
is it not,
to win and succeed?
that is what i thought

sometimes when you leap,
you fall.
but you’ll never know,
if you never try.

that is the point
of life.
it is not
the battles you won,
but the battles you fought.
i really appreciate any feedback, thanks!
 Oct 2017 Lote Do
Evelyn
Sometimes I think I'm not from this world.
I can't understand how to connect with humans.
All my wires are tangled, frayed and broken.
My brain is forever fizzling,
I'm short circuited and twisted up.

I have a constant headache from just processing how to live.
But all i ever see are cryptic codes and error alerts.
It's exhausting feeling like you're made of metal.

I have this hard, steel shell and I'm incased in it.
I don't know where it came from.
I feel like a scientist's test subject.
What happened to me in those test labs framed who I am today.

I talk as though I'm automated.
Stuttering and zoning out like I haven't been charged for weeks.
I'm begging you to hook me up to your mains support,
make me feel real.

I'm introverted and alienate though my insides feel forever exposed.
Every 'emotion' I feels like fresh scar tissue,
it hurts so much to feel.
My cognitive heart can't take it,
I'm malfunctioning at any given moment.

Would you please be my new scientist, I know it's a lot to ask.
In fact I'm terrified of scientists, so let's scrap that.
Would you please be my alchemist, I know it's a lot to ask.
Could you conjure up a potion to turn me from alien, to faery.

I'd rather live in a fantasy world than these extraterrestrial plains.
I'm sick of floating within a barren atmosphere,
take me to enchanted wooded lands.

Use the glitter in your eyes to cast a spell,
fill the sky with stars and comets,
I just want to smile without an aching jaw.

I think you can help me.
I wish I could be a world of warcraft character.
 Oct 2017 Lote Do
Ryan Holden
mark all my words
it's not absurd
to be deterred
from how I flirt,
if you prefer
lady, this stirred?
take this hand - dance with me my pearl,
deep breaths we twirl,
a voice unheard
unspoken birds
loose shoes, loose shirts,
loose dress, loose skirts,
and us poets
know which way - you would have preferred.
Just a quick silly write. Enjoy. 4-4-4-4-4-4-8-4-4-4-4-4-4-8.
"True friends are like diamonds,
Precious but rare,
Fake friends are like dry fallen leaves,
And unfortunately they are found everywhere"
By A Guzaldo 2017 (c)
 Oct 2017 Lote Do
Sia
Unnoticed
 Oct 2017 Lote Do
Sia
In a sea of people
I am but a tiny ripple
Crippled by my desire to be different
I cannot follow the rest of the current

The sky remains the same
And the sun burns not my name
But of others who have solved life's conundrum
Which is not to live in a humdrum

In order to be complete
I must be unique
But to be such
I must give myself a little nudge
And live my life in the moment
Take adventures for my own enjoyment
Waste no time in a bore
Make life not a chore
Uniqueness is how I decide my life to be

I must be my own ocean
The ripples my life's explosion
Of good and bad
And everything in between
 Aug 2017 Lote Do
Cherisse Unger
The fire of
Jesus love

Goes deeper
Than any life
Today,

And that will
Forever stay
The same.
©Cherisse Powers
03\15\16'
 Aug 2017 Lote Do
Noah A
Anxiety
 Aug 2017 Lote Do
Noah A
I walked down my staircase to bump right into Anxiety
She looked me in the eye and walked away
I was stunned for a moment, then continued down
While I was making my breakfast Anxiety appeared again
Walking right into the fridge
She said, "Don't you have anything good in here?"
I became anxious and stuttered, "Uh... Try the stew".
She gave me a dark look and walked away
I put my head down
The rest of my day I was very anxious
Walking around nervously
Becoming paranoid
Not trusting anyone
Why are they looking at me?  I thought
From this day on if I ever see Anxiety I tell her to get out of my house
I will never see her again
I made this poem for when I am feeling anxious.  It is as though Anxiety herself has looked me in the eye.  Thanks for reading!
I promised myself,
Not to give up
I tried not to give up,
Actually I did'nt
But now it's too much
I thought of the sacrifices I made
I'm tired of loving you,
When you love someone else

I'm tired of hoping you'll be mine someday,
I'm tired of fighting for you,
Just seeing you happy
makes me happy
Even though I'm not the reason for it.

I walked away,
as I saw you staring at her like she's the only girl in the world.
I'll stop loving you, maybe not now
But someday
what's the reason of fighting,
When you don't have anything to fight for?
Sorry if it's bad. My head is again messed up right now. Thanks for reading :)
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