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 Mar 2016
Aeerdna
I know it's hard to touch the clouds
when memories
hold you down
I know you cry a lot inside
when no one is
around
I know it is hard to wake up
sometimes
when breathing cuts so deep.

and the birds, they sing
but
you cannot hear
and the sun, it shines
but
you cannot see
and there's a lot of warmth around
but
you cannot feel.

I know it feels so hard
to live
with so many scars

but

light will shine and you will
see
and birds will sing and
you will hear

It's just a dark path
you have to walk
and I will be there
to walk along
don't hold your breath
don't give up yet
just
keep your hope
and you'll find one day
that you can fly again
for you deserve
the highest clouds
the purest air
the deepest love.

and I'll be here for you,
you, dear soul,
the sweetest lyric
of them all.
for lyric, <3

https://soundcloud.com/aeerdnaloony/for-you
 Mar 2016
One Pusumane
I think that in the end we would rather keep our pain than jump at a chance for joy....

We would rather hate than forgive and forget because forgiving makes it "ok".

We would rather keep our own crosses than trade for anything else...

I would rather go home to a husband who bashes my face in and his gifts to me are a couple of broken bones and bruises than take a chance with this cold world....

Once you find someone who loves u.. love u in their own kind of way... everything seems OK, perfect even... because nothing hurts more than rejection and uncertainty... It has to hurt to be "Love" ,,, right CUPID?
 Mar 2016
Rianna
I want to scream
I want to cry
I want to freak out.
I want to live
I want to laugh
I want to love.
I am so insatiable,
I will probably combust.
My life summed up.
 Mar 2016
Mohd Arshad
Don't expect
More than you give
If they will do the same
Nobody will receive
Notes (optional)
 Mar 2016
Vanessa Gatley
Hug
Having
Ultimate
Grief
   well sometimes  Or can mean this
       Hiding
       Ugly
       Guilts
 Mar 2016
A Lopez
I don't want to be
Chilled to
The
Spine
I Need
Hot and
Warm
Compression.
For those who
Don't think right
That means
Amor's sweet cuddle
Satisfaction.
All it took was for you to skate away
And immediately
My tears rolled down as your wheels rolled away
Come back I shouted
“Come back”
It echoed...
But all you heard was noise
The wheels and the road, in contact…
Going further away was all you wanted...
While I wanted you as close as possible
Do you still remember...
when we hugged and kissed last night?
When you told me the stars weren't enough to symbolize your love for me…
Was that a noise of truth?
    or a false metaphor?
They say,
Selfish acts come with selfish measures.
Which makes me wonder
Were you being selfish for the sake of lust?!
I mean you already have me…
What more could you possibly want?!
Am I not enough?!
Who is she?!
What is she to you?!
Don’t you dare tell me I’m making a noise!
Can’t you see I nag and whine simply ‘cause I care…
Don’t act selfish as you claim to love me…
Give me your all
Don’t be selfish with love…
   Rather love me fearlessly
For I too…
will love you and only you…
I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you…
Forgive my unnecessary noise but…
I love you!!!
 Mar 2016
Late night stars
I used to always say you were my home.
Whenever I got lost to follow my heart and id be right back to you.

You used to say if I laid on my right you would always be on your left.
When I sought comfort I would lay among.

I used to always say you would be around forever
When I was lonely I thought of our future.

I always used to save you saved me
Whenever I was hurt to listen to your voice

But you're gone now

I'm lost and I can't find my way home
My heart torn and broken always leads me where I cannot go

My right side is now a place of pain
I can not lay on that wrecked side without crying

You're gone forever
I don't know if we'll ever have a future

The barbarians of my mind start to overcome my sanity
And the your voice is the only weapon to defeat them

You may come back and you may not.
All I know is nothing will be the same in the story of my mind
 Mar 2016
mark john junor
crows feeding loudly in maiden hay field
in the noon sun
such a dark sound these creatures
such a ancient place they call to in the heart
'no good has ever come from this'
he recites to his unhearing heart
as he moves into the field
seeking the towering oak tree in the far corner
along the broken teeth of the field-stone wall
seeking the solace of the cool shade
and this feast of crows he must scatter
he must reap now that the devil has sown
must gather unto god
what man cast down in this dark place
this noon day sun of perils
this godless place with its ****** of crows
he shouts a prayer as he treads near the tree
to scatter these spawn of darkness
they take to wing
there in the shadows he finds the mans corpse
the plague had claimed him
madness of its fever had lead him here
so here he will be buried
by the village priest
taking up the shovel he digs a rough narrow hole
and covers the corpse
carrying the shovel and the plague back to his village
so it came to this quiet european town
so the black death spreads
so the plague destroyed europe
 Mar 2016
The Last Wordsmith
Faith protects the soul,
knowledge protects the mind,
and armour protects the body,
but what then, protects the heart?
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