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when everything we touch
either turns to ash
or turns to gold
we must learn
when to hold on
and when to let go
 Jan 2017 Adelaide London
Dahlya
To love another person,
Isn’t what one might expect.

Their past holds many secrets,
Always dark and messy,
But can’t be altered,
And will stick with them forever.

The present is spontaneous,
Scary and volatile at times,
But constantly changing,
As we grow and learn.

But to walk into someone’s life,
And change their future.
Is what it takes,
To fall in love.
you chose!
it was your choice all along,
and I accept it!
as an arrow through this thick
skull of mine,
I accept it!
as the soul I never asked for
but I got,
I accept it!
as the talks I do not like–
as the words I speak, but do not write,
I accept it!
as the poem, as poetry I detest
but I do it nevertheless,
I accept it!
as this pain that comes and goes
and feeds on me, feeds me,
I accept it!
as the silence I enjoy–
as the words I do not speak, but write,
I accept it!
as the people I love,
but I do not like,
I accept it!
as the form that my form takes
when I am lost,
I accept it!
as the joy I feel when
when I am immersed in beauty,
I accept it!

…and, I accept!
everything you chose
or might choose to do,
since the moment I decided
that you were worthy!
since my inner self said,
“I accept you!”
Love and revenge. They are so sweet. But there is something even sweeter. That moment when someone wakes up and gains an ability to see through the illusions. I know it's painful to the point you wanna live no more. But I don't feel sorry for those people. They will be alright in a week. I feel happy for this planet having one less dummy and one more rebel.
I feel joyful just hearing someone say "this society *****. I give a **** no more". That line makes me feel less alone. It's great having someone who understands you even just a little.
So tell me. Does this feeling make me cruel?
Forget with no regrets. Forget it all.
Rise now and follow future's call.
Forget those who have made fall.
Forget that love and rise up tall.
Forget those who forgot you, made you cry.
Let go of pain, laugh, survive, don't be shy.
Only one thing don't forget- that people love to lie.
Forget the rest. Rise up  and get back to the sky.
This a new year, the year you don't meet blind.
Stay brave and go ahead alone. Leaving pain behind.
Fly free ahead. There are no borders for you mind.
Seek for a dream. And follow it once you find.
And strengthen your will, so it can't be denied.
This was hard because of people around me.
I have a very sad lesson "don't trust in love".
But it is time to move on, away from those cruel blind dolls.
Sitting bored at home and stuck on the ground
I'm sick of everything that is around.
Of that city echoing with pain,
Stupid weather with no snow or rain.
People being  blank and grey fakes
I would just run  if I had what it takes.

I have no one to love, as I am afraid to.
Weak and young, cursed to do what I'm told to.
In vain I seek for someone alike, for kids free and strange,
I've got no desire to act, I just wait for something else to change.
I am all alone, afraid to find a company, once again there's no place for  me,
But will I'll rise in the future again, take your time and you will see.
I used to be  so young and stupid, so naive and open.
Always getting lost, then seemed like  being found,
Rising skylike high, and crashing so much loud.
Yet now I know I'm an Another, so I am now unbroken
Know that
We are brothers  and sisters
With no blood involved.
And tonight
We are lovers and dreamers
By no one controlled.
Oil
I miss wrapping my arms
around you under neon lights.
The smell of your t-shirt when my nose
was pressed against it in bed.
Watching the trail of cigarette smoke
sway side to side during deep conversations in cars.

I can still hear the roar of the highway,
at 7 a.m that June morning.
It blended in well like an oil painting;
next to the sun, The Beatles, and your smile.
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