If you were happy with the wrong person, imagine how happy you’ll be with the right one.

Imagine...
oh my stars May 2015

because that person
gave you everything she had
but you destroyed her

In reply to 'One Person (haiku)'
Margaret Jul 2014

Be your own person.

I was thinking about things I've been taught over the years. How I've grown to developing my own opinions and my own morals and ethics...
How I differ in many ways from my parents. A voice in my head and my heart told me just now as I was looking at the beach at night. It said, "be your own person."
Peace, love and everything happy!
Margaret
orangesherbet Sep 2016

beautiful and kind
smart, funny and divine
words are just labels

beneath all the descriptors is a person
a person is a person
black or white or gay or straight

a person is a person
people are so eager to accept her for being
nice and bubbly

sporty, intelligent and witty
but when it comes to identity
the prejudices darken visions and fear clouds love

fear breathes life to hate
no one hates the one who won all the awards and did as told
it is the same person

a person is a person

People need to stop condemning others because of their sexual orientation   or gender. Who are you to judge someone else thoughts, feelings and identity? This poem was messy, but i needed to get my thoughts out. Hate comes from fear and hate does not make you stronger. It makes you weaker, it makes you the coward. Beneath the labels, the person is still the same person. All seven billion of us breathe the same oxygen, you are not that special. You do not have the right to judge others and think of them as any less than you. The people who are brave enough to accept who they are and share it with the world are so much happier and at peace with themselves and the world, than the sad, pathetic, scared haters will ever dream of being.
Order in Chaos Aug 2015

Looking at you, I realise
perfection
does exist in this world

My person.

Anybody can feign beauty
on the outside.
But true beauty
comes from the inside.

NeroameeAlucard Jul 2015

I saw the bitch in you
She walked out and said hello
She smacked me upside the head And almost ended me, like I was Macbeth or Cyrano

I saw the bitch in you
She looked me in the eyes
With a heart full of jealousy and lies
Took advantage of my emotions And left me drowning in a tear filled ocean

I saw the bitch in you, she was hard to find
The bitch that said I'm less of a man,
For breaking down to cry.

I see the bitch in you

...
Is that as bad as you are to me?

I relented
not because I'm tired

but because I believe that you're the best friend ever

disappointed ...

after seeing what you did
once you know how the actual
once you're comfortable with your new friend
and then I forgotten?

how poor I am

I'm not mad at you
sure
but
in fact you make me disappointed

disappointed
very very disappointed

disappointed with what you've done to me
disappointed to state that you've given me

but one thing you should know
I'm still here
and will always be here for you
my friend
my enemy
my dearest
my sister
my teacher
my favourite
my buddy,

otis
boyo
suganda


yuni tamara

word can't explain how much I really miss you,
can we like it used to be?

There's a person I don't speak about
I try to push them from my mind
But there's a self-control drought
I can't leave the past behind
They introduced me to something dark
Something steeped in despair
And when the knife hit its mark
When I needed help, they weren't there

It began as curiosity
But grew into monstrosity
Now our friendship is spent
All I can do is resent
The person who ruined my life
Who showed me what you can do with a knife

To a friend from long ago
Skypath Sep 2014

White lines on your wrists like lightning scars
The electricity sparking through your veins
Igniting a forest fire on your tongue and infernos in your chest.

You will not submit to them
You are not a controlled flame
There are scars on your wrists and that storm will thunder in your throat

Your blood is on fire and its burning through your skin
You cannot hide in the shadows for you are glowing
Come out and show them who you can be

Watch out for power,
for its avalanche can bury you,
snow, snow, snow, smothering your mountain.

Watch out for hate,
it can open its mouth and you'll fling yourself out
to eat off your leg, an instant leper.

Watch out for friends,
because when you betray them,
as you will,
they will bury their heads in the toilet
and flush themselves away.

Watch out for intellect,
because it knows so much it knows nothing
and leaves you hanging upside down,
mouthing knowledge as your heart
falls out of your mouth.

Watch out for games, the actor's part,
the speech planned, known, given,
for they will give you away
and you will stand like a naked little boy,
pissing on your own child-bed.

Watch out for love
(unless it is true,
and every part of you says yes including the toes),
it will wrap you up like a mummy,
and your scream won't be heard
and none of your running will end.

Love? Be it man. Be it woman.
It must be a wave you want to glide in on,
give your body to it, give your laugh to it,
give, when the gravelly sand takes you,
your tears to the land. To love another is something
like prayer and can't be planned, you just fall
into its arms because your belief undoes your disbelief.

Special person,
if I were you I'd pay no attention
to admonitions from me,
made somewhat out of your words
and somewhat out of mine.
A collaboration.
I do not believe a word I have said,
except some, except I think of you like a young tree
with pasted-on leaves and know you'll root
and the real green thing will come.

Let go. Let go.
Oh special person,
possible leaves,
this typewriter likes you on the way to them,
but wants to break crystal glasses
in celebration,
for you,
when the dark crust is thrown off
and you float all around
like a happened balloon.

Holly Salvatore Jul 2012
Some nights I go to your girlfriend's softball games

Just to watch her drop fly balls

You wouldn't know

Because you never go

But

I love it when she skins her knees
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