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 Sep 2014 Wordsmith
Zuzanna M
It was the story of that one boy and me, like thousands other stories.
And his smile gave me the feeling of ever lasting happiness. God's favor and protection, experience of simple beauty and overall vulnerability which made me feel  like a girl who once again fell in love for the first time.  Made me ache for spending every sunrise of my life just holding on his smile.
You could take everything from me if You wanted, but never the memory of that boy.
And I could trade all the rays of the setting sun in this world for the warmth of his smile.
https://soundcloud.com/zuzannam/coucher-du-soleil-mixdown
Never say what you mean
and you get something different
What did you expect?
 Sep 2014 Wordsmith
Eleanor Rigby
I wish they invented
A sorrow cleaner
That would **** up
Pain and loneliness
Into its vacuum
So you would never
Complain again
About the shattered bits
Of my heart
That I left on your carpet
The day we parted ways.


F.Z.N
 Sep 2014 Wordsmith
Erenn
Face the
truth
Before it's too
late
Face your
fears
Only you can
****** it.
Face it,
Don't ever run.
It will keep chasing you forever
Unless you **** it.
(I reposted this cause i think it deserves the recognition and message that i want to bring out)
So do repost or like if you have the time, or you find this relevant:)
 Sep 2014 Wordsmith
Erenn
Hand Signs
 Sep 2014 Wordsmith
Erenn
It’s not easy when I was five
It’s not easy to grasp everything
Learning these new ‘signs’
So others would empathize
Demoralized only to be scrutinized
Wondering why they always laughed
I never knew how it sounds like
But it hurts me deep inside

It’s not easy when I was ten
They wrote on the board
How I always pretend
I keep smiling despite everything
I did pretend
Pretending tomorrow
Everything will end

It’s not easy when I was fifteen
Almost everyone doesn't comprehend
These hands I use to eat & speak
I can read their lips saying,
"FREAK, FREAK, FREAK!!!"
But this time I didn't pretend
Mama always told me before she left
"Your voice is louder than the rest!"

It’s easier now that I’m twenty
It actually gets better if I believe
I found true friends along the way
They get furious if I get played
Diminishing negative thoughts to dust
I know now life has its eminence
There are more others like me

What my mama meant before she left
Help those who are in need
Especially to those who are-
*Special like me.
(I didnt expect it to get featured as the daily poem! I'm so happy I get to share this message with everyone. A better understanding to these gifted individuals:) And if u have a friend who's deaf or learning ASL. Let them read this:)
And once again. Thank you so much To everyone who liked and comment!)
Give your love.
Even if you're the one being received.
I just had to write about this.
And i don't see it as a disability,
I see it as a gift.
(Dedicated to this young girl i saw in the train helping a guy in a wheelchair. She was showing directions! I stood there appalled in awe)
P.S: I need a suggestion whether to name this title 'Gift' or 'Hand Signs'??
I think both stood out.
Comment below.
And I also would like you guys to check out this website.
If you buy their headphones you would be giving hearing aids for the   less fortunate.
http://www.lstnheadphones.com/pages/givingbackamplified
And I'm not sponsored to do this. I just want to make a change and help to raise awareness:)
If you can help them, please do.:)
 Sep 2014 Wordsmith
Erenn
It's hard to
forget
and let go,
I know.
But when you do
You'll
forget
the things
*You're supposed to.
It's never easy. It might take months or even years for something that's been there like forever. I know how it feels. It tears you up inside You can't breath, you can't sleep.
He/She is all you could think about everyday.
But when you do,
The whole universe will follow your pursuit.
Pursuit to your own happyness.:)
I got inspired again. Dedicated to a friend who's going through a difficult phase in her life.
This is for you.
 Sep 2014 Wordsmith
Michaela
My thoughts are in a state of anarchy
And they crash into your words.
And remember.
And forget.
And do not know what's worse.

Remembering is bitter sweet-
Never to be, always been.
To forget is to cut out all the words
etched into my skin.

And I fall into this silence,
Indecision is my curse.
I remember.
And forget.
And do not know what's worse.
 Sep 2014 Wordsmith
Clindballe
Running
away from
my problems
is like
stopping a fire
with gasoline
it
only
gets
**worse
Written: September 28. - 2014
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