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 Jul 15 Karen
Maddy
You did not fit in
Was not worth trying again
You not only did not fit the mold
You were not welcome
They would never understand.
You never wanted them too
So alone you stood
Alone became loner
Had to let yourself go to find yourself
Are you satisfied?
You broke the mold
Had to let yourself go to know
 Jul 15 Karen
Eryck
LIES
 Jul 15 Karen
Eryck
All lies diminish me ---

As a card carrying member of the human race,
I consider it a disgrace,
when truth is subverted,
truth is diverted,
puts a frown on my face,
puts me in a bad place,
when truth is perverted in any way.

Lies weaken the laws of modern man--

If it's a shell game of opinion while avoiding fact,
modern society might as well take a giant step back.
To the plague days,
to the guillotine ways,
when might was right,
carry a big stick.
I dont want to go back to that.

Each lie told damages the soul ---

Are we here on earth to be false to each other,
to con with words or sister and brother? 
 To smother or dignity,  
break it and fake it,
knowing wrong from right but go ahead and forsake it?
I think no.

And the outcome of lying---

When those you trusted lie,
but don't  get busted - cry.  
Consider it the day truth died. 
 And down with the ship of truth goes honesty
       respect,
              rules,
                    civilization will fall.  
Tears to lend, prayers to send, 
lies will be the beginning, the middle, the end.
  Lies will be the death of us all.
 Jul 15 Karen
Foogle
Tinsel
 Jul 15 Karen
Foogle
you dance
ill be the shadows
in your hair at the party
ill be the tinsel
on your dress
or the embers
lingering from the fireplace

you smile
ill be the sweet fruit tea
in your red cup
and the lollipop stick
you chew
long after
the candy is gone
 Jul 15 Karen
Foogle
You bleed the writing out of me and it starts to
glimmer like sparkling rubies
or dry like wilted roses
there is nothing left to say
when your love is as warming
as the chilling sleet falling on
our arms in the winter

i look to my left and
you are not there
i look to the places we were and
you are not there
i walk in places we’ve been and
you are not there
out of the drafts <3
 Jul 15 Karen
Dr Peter Lim
Morning is not yet
dew is still wet on flowers
gentle glow of sun
 Jul 15 Karen
Zahra
When I was a kid,
emotions were
monotonous.
A candy was
just a candy.
Happiness came
fast and full.
I didn’t wonder
who gave it,
or why.
I just smiled
and ate.
Now,
I think too much
about hearts,
about hands,
about faces,
about the things
people want
when they give.
Now, a candy feels
like a trap.
Love feels like a deal.
And the world?
Too heavy
for joy to be simple.
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