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 4d Sam S
Caits
love me in the crowded room
where no one is watching
watch me dance among the stars
and bellow at the wind

let me sing my worries
and whisper my joys

love me like you love the falling leaves
with your hands tucked in your pockets
before jumping in with everything

love me like you aren’t afraid
in a crowded room
for someone to see you
To be human is

To create
To think
To laugh

To cry
To love
To hate

To have opinions
To have feelings
To have identity

I don't think I'm human.

Rather, an artificial mimic.
A failure of a person.
An insult to humanity.

Nothing Nothing Nothing.
 4d Sam S
Zywa
I like to be soft,

but hard enough to resist --


the worldly hardness.
Collection "Froend"
"A perfect picture lies in a broken frame"
if this is so then,
why does everyone run after it ?

Our soul is like a building
to make the outside so flawlessly beautiful,
or in one word, perfect
the very foundation breaks

What is the point of making
what the world sees perfect
just to completely break
what belongs to you ?
Our eyes met that gloomy day,
And I immediately knew
It had been another time another place
I had always loved you

Lives we lived together
Spanning since the dawn of time
Energy of us tethered
Two souls intertwined.

Soulmates don't always work out as planned
Life gets in the way.
Things just aren't so grand
And our path isn't paved.

Is it wrong to crave a soul?
Is it wrong to lust for the past?
And to long for someone you've always known?
Wishing love forever lasts.
 Jun 10 Sam S
Karen
Nightfall
 Jun 10 Sam S
Karen
Bright moon above me
Ocean waves wash tears away
Warm breeze blankets me
Modern heiku
 Jan 22 Sam S
Jimmy silker
Still waters run deep
But sometimes a puddle's
Just a puddle
 Nov 2024 Sam S
Bekah
Untitled
 Nov 2024 Sam S
Bekah
In the silence of night you linger
In every single dream
A thousand times I have loved you
And wonder if you’ve loved me
 Nov 2024 Sam S
Jeremy Betts
No one paid no mind
To the tears from this man
That land at my feet
Creating a quicksand
I couldn't slow the rate
At which it would expand
Leading to the scars
At the base of each hand
I know what you think of me
But this wasn't part of the grand plan
I tried and as usual
I was not able
To help you understand
That I just wasn't capable
Of being a "real man"

©2024
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