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Just keep eating your cheesecake and ignorance with that fork.
Go on, stuff even more lies into your mouth. Better yet, chew and swallow them until they seep into your bloodstream.
Time gives you and me a chance.
Not just time to speak or
to share a passing glance.
This is time to kiss and to live our lives
but, without you, will I thrive?

*Will I thrive?
Strip me bare
of all impurities.

Find me there
in your embrace.

(Don't haste
to attach me to your waist.)

Glance again at me
for I will look back joyfully

I see your chest rise and fall
and I know you'll be there for me
*through it all.
Ages and ages hence
we will only think of this as
a timely coinidence.
When silence loves you better than your family,
**It's time to go.
I keep telling myself that someday
I will do great things.
Maybe that someday should be today.
In the silence
I hear the house humming
at an F. An F major chord, to be exact.
Today will be a great day.
I have the most unique hearing. Sometimes in the silence I can hear notes.
My time has come to depart.
We shall not be apart
for long.
Ah, that aching feeling of a goodbye. The absence eats you from the inside out. I will see him soon. Just reflection. :)
I will find other worlds
outside of this bubble
that I live in. This
"security bubble,"
this "incubator"
until my parents finally decide
to let me experience something
on my own without being a tourist.

To travel to India, South America and wherever I want.
Mom and Dad, I guarantee you that
I won't come back skinny and gaunt.
Why do you desert me thus?
I am not born to any of this absence!
Let me love and cherish you.
Absence is hard to cope with, especially when it is your true love.
If we have crossed paths before
I hope you be inclined
to meet somewhere again someday
with our history outlined.
.
I try to keep my head on straight.
The topics run, but things just don't relate.
It's not just me, but you also hesitate.
Please, don't let our chances be too late.
An old poem.
So what if I like eating
*too many cookies?
I want to take an expensive vase
and smash it.
I want to let the shards carve rivers
into my feet and for my ****** footprints
to be a reminder of my daily battles.
Suddenly all of my pet peeves surface
like skeletons resurrecting from the bottom of an ancient lake.
A scream cuts through my throat like a knife.
Three words can describe what I feel.
**Too much noise.
My ears are extremely sensitive to any sound, so it's a daily challenge to tolerate notes that are too flat or too sharp.
Stop thinking that you are too much
this or that
too ugly or too fat
because you are worth
much more
than a number.

No jean size, person or society
can dictate how you live your life.
No failure or mistake can ever
define you.

You are only defined by your character.
Leave your candle burning for me if I wander
for I would do the same for you if you ever decided to return.
My heart is in a civil war.
One half is Russia, stuck in its
Soviet-Union past.
The rival is full of
absence, ambiguous tension
and uncertainty of attraction.
Russia wants to modernize and
leave the Soviet Union behind,
but like the argument over Crimea,
the Soviet influence is still there,
looming like a cloud over every decision
that I make.
Torrential rain,
pour down on me
and wash away
my misfortunes.
I travel great distances
to be only a
step away
from where you are.
Try
Try
Reach out and touch the sky.
All you have to do is try.
I think this is a
turning point in my life.
I can either control my food
or let my food control me.
I know what I should choose but
my parents won't support me.
For the past week, I have cut my intake of wheat. I ate it tonight and lost control of what I was eating. My parents don't believe me, but I'd much rather trust my gut.
Hay algo sobre tu toque
que calle mis demonios más ruidosos.
Me pongo loca por su toque en mi piel.
Sometimes I hear you
**laughing.
I reflect on how confused I am sometimes. I never know if people are laughing with me or at me.
Eyes caked with exhaustion,
crusted with insomnia,
devoid of all curiosity.
Life has stolen them
away from you.
Fight back.
**Claim what's yours.
Under pressure,
I snap like twigs,
crack like thunder
and split trees like lightning,

*I cave in.
The time will come
when you'll stumble upon
someone who will turn your life
upside-down and inside out.
Chances are, that encounter will happen when you least expect it...so
patience and diversion are key
for that special someone
to walk into your life
*unexpectedly.
I have been there. I've been the one waiting for love. I want to help anyone
needing relationship advice. Feel free to message me about your problems. I will try my best to fix them :)
Instead of teaching religious differences
we must teach love,
for every religion on our entire planet
bonds through acts of love.

It doesn't matter whether you are a
Muslim or Christian
Pagan or Atheist
Agnostic or Buddhist.

Love is paramount and universal.

Without it, we would not be living.
Imagina un mar de estrellas
estirado por todas direcciones.
Te conoceré allá
abajo el cielo de agua.

Imagine a sea of stars
stretched in all directions.
I will meet you there
underneath the sky of water.
If my Spanish grammar is off, please tell me. Si este poema no tiene gramática correcta, por favor dime.
Feeling the blazing sun on my skin
is the feeling I never want to lose.
Espíritus mismos
Corazones conectados
Soñadores similares
Sentidos reales

La distancia nunca separará
nuestros pensamientos.

¡Viva la aventura!

Same spirits
Connected hearts
Similar dreamers
Real feelings

Distance will never separate
our thoughts.

*Long live the adventure!
I only hope that the grass is greener
on the other side of the pond.
I have had this idea to teach choir in Spain. I hope that it's everything that I imagine it to be.
The equivalent of warm sheets tucked around me is you,
wrapped around me,
keeping me warm.
Old love poem <3
We are
who we think
we are.
We are a slew of
antibiotics, genetically-modified foods, preservatives and dyes.
Our bodies contain everything that doesn't exist in nature.
No wonder why our grades are freefalling along with our pitiful economy.
We blindly invest in the pollution of our food supply and environment by wolfing down Twinkies and Doritos.
I implore you to eat what your grandma considers as food.
Not Pop-Tarts. Fruit Gushers or Swiss Rolls
but **produce.
What do we do when chemical companies like Monsanto try to poison our food?
We fight 'em!
What do we do when our government supports the exportation of millions of jobs to foreign countries?     We fight 'em!
What do we do when the FDA approves unfit and under-tested medicine for our use?
We fight 'em!
What do we do when we find out that the NSA has been spying on us for many years?
We fight until they are stopped!

Right now is the perfect time for revolution. The bourgeoisie will create the spark and will lead the poor out of the cave of ignorance.
But we can't do this alone.
If you want a better life for you and your posterity
**FIGHT 'EM!
We kiss
and drown in each other
once more.
We love with a love that is more than love. <3
Depression.
We, as a society,
should step back
and evaluate this word.

What are we doing
that causes people
to cut themselves
or throw themselves
off of bridges?

Are we really so selfish
as to overlook these people?

They are fighting a battle
that we can't even fathom
playing out in their heads.
The casualties, the blood,
everything is real to them.

I will continue to utter,
"We must help"
until it becomes a roar
of people demanding
to give them a second thought.

We must help them.

No more lives should
slip through the cracks.
We're just friends.*

The scorpion sting.
The fatal blow.
The final breath.

The friend zone.
My brow is hardened
from the evil in this world
but nothing can wipe
the smile off of my face
from the good.
Three words.
**Je. Suis. Charlie.
We will remember this attempt to take away our rights of free speech. Yes we will.
There's just something about
reading in Spanish
that makes me feel alive.

Sólo hay algo sobre
leer en Español
que me hace sentir vivo.
Spanish has always been a passion of mine. I hope that people realize its beauty. Español siempre ha sido una pasión mía. Ojalá que la gente reconozca su belleza.
I clench the satin tablecloth in my hand.
A slow drone of smooth jazz echoes in the distance.
The fluttering wisps of cigarette smoke waft to the ceiling as my husband steps into the parlour in his tar black overcoat.
"What took you so long?" I ask concernedly.
He just nodded, gave me a lazy grin
and ordered us two gins.
Exclusion is  **bullying.
Exclusion has always been a part of my life. Even my friends have excluded me. It has been bad, but the only way to get rid of it is to grit your teeth and wipe it out of your mind like erasing a whiteboard.
Love** is my religion.
In order to appreciate all religions, I cannot be biased or follow any particular one. Because of that, I live my life for love and sharing that love with everyone around me.
What if
the whole world
*died?
Remind me again why
I'm doing this homework?
Do I really live a more fulfilling life by doing homework?
Let your children go explore.
School does not teach a kid nearly as
much as a romp through the woods
or a foreign exchange.
Meeting new people and finding inner peace must become priorities in life if you want your kids to be happy.
Try telling that to them while giving them worksheets.
Open their minds.
First and foremost, give them some
autonomy to roam.
This will ultimately make them happy.
Your kids will never be happy with just worksheets.
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