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To love and be loved

We all crave the same fiery temptation

To feel and to be numb

We contrast the beauty of love

To be broken and to be rebuilt

We have all seen an illusion of love

To smile and to cry

We fear love because sometimes love hurts

To drown and to float

We sink in despair, waiting to be rescued

To be confident and to be insecure

We weren’t born the same

Most of us hate ourselves

Wishing to be remade

Or maybe wishing to never exist at all

To be heard and to be ignored

We hold everything inside because everyone on the outside is too busy to listen

To be untruthful or to be truthful?

Truthfully. .

We are blinded by our fears

So far deep in our tears

We run from love because we never been chased by love

We accept less because we think that’s all we deserve

We reject love because we are tired of getting hurt

We feel like we are ugly because he or she is more appealing

We camouflage ourselves because we feel like society will judge us

We die inside because we never felt alive

We limit love because we never experienced it’s measures

To love and be loved ?

We will never understand it’s depth

Why?

Because first we have to **love ourselves
 Jan 2016 Karen Hamilton
katie
fall
 Jan 2016 Karen Hamilton
katie
rain continues to fall
on and on window
battered like a steel
drum and you don't
get used to it there's
something unsettling
about rain that runs
for days makes you
wonder about the state
of the oceans
are they still full or
has all the water gone,
congregated here on
our lips and skin so
much coming in my
gut is full to the brim,
i cough and it's a horror
movie; schools of krill,
seagrass, algae.
 Jan 2016 Karen Hamilton
martin
I've been sifting through
the scrawls and scribbles
written on some whim

passed by, not followed up
like lights that shine too dim

anyone can write a poem
it seems innate somehow
anyone can write a poem
except for me right now
you just did x
thank you Sonja, guess so :)
 Jan 2016 Karen Hamilton
love me
i havent written in weeks
normally that means i am too dismembered to even think
but this time it's different
this time is because i have nothing left to write
because i am happy
things are looking up
writing for me at least
is for the lows
the loyal friend that helps through the pain
so my friend
you'll hear from me when things get bad
so my friend
you'll hear from me soon

xoxo
comes from
the reconciliation
of
heart
and
mind

©IGMS
if you're seeking peace
reconcile first
your heart and mind
Yes your Honour
I did the deed
Broke the hearts
Caused the tears
Murdered the feelings
Left them to die

Squandered this life
Stole the idle days
Wasted all the moments
Leaving it to rot
Tortured emotions
So they could scream

Yes your Honour
I await my sentence
Punishment in full
For all of my misdeeds
So lock me away
I am guilty of being me
Copyright © Chris Smith 2012
It’s a full moon tonight
I know it looks the same
From where you are

I know I shouldn’t
But I still hope that maybe
When you look up at the stars
You’ll think of me

I know you’ll never see this
Along with other poems
And
Love letters I will never send

But there’s one thing
I do know for sure
You’re out there
Right now

Whether it’s with a pile of friends
Sipping some beer
Or your toes in cold Florida sand
I know we are connected

By the break of the tides
And the beautiful sight
Of a full moon
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