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 Jun 8 rishita
Jay Jelly
Dancing willows
Spotless movements
Never my own
Monumental gains
Unachieved
Overcome
With attrition
Last call
Use me up
And just let me go
Life’s guilty pleasures
I never found comfort in
Unlit avenues
The face of
A thousands heartaches
The stillness
Painted me like a sad scenery
As everything
Else moved about  
A grounded flight sat and wondered
Flawed character
My nostalgia ran
It’s course
The sentiments only
Grew dimmer
As time stood still against me
I became frozen
I’d gladly
Trade a pound
Of my own flesh
For an ounce of ecstasy
My darkest days here
For a slice of the pie
In the sky
Self aware of just how
Baldy and broken I’ve always been
Self acceptance the one thing
I could never truly deliver for myself
 Jun 8 rishita
Jay Jelly
Winding rivers
I bathe in
Stirring
False narratives
Bleed the same
Slowly
Excavating my soul
Pulling levers hoping
One should open
Elevators up to the top floor
Eventually it all crashes down
Shiny diamonds
Barricading me in there awe
Rusty copper Pennie’s
That’s more like it
Thunder and lightning
I wanna see
My skies align
Rolling hills
No end insight
Breach of contract
You and I
Never truly aligned
Like fire and ice canceling
Each other out
Never a perfect match
Hyperventilating telepathic waves
The stewing ghosts
In my closet  
Wish they knew
Like I do
How I hurt like hell
Confusing illusions daylight
To my wallowing nights  
Desperately seeking
A muse too take the lid off
Some kind of
Joyfulness to put me in it’s vise grip  
An antidote for the agony
To go away for a while
The outer spaces
Of my mind or something like paradise
Oh how I long for them
 Jun 8 rishita
inkedsolace
gun,
shaking hands,
blooming wounds,
scarlet touch,
darkness,
light,
whispers,
"..heaven?"
sheets,
nurse,
"...­hell."
 Jun 8 rishita
inkedsolace
critter of mine,
hidden deep inside,
crawl out of your shell,
all will be well,

there is sorrow and joy,
laughter and tears,
but worry not,
don't be overcome by fears,

you can grow your wings,
from nothingness or all,
you will never again,
have to suffer a fall,

or if you so wish,
you could choose to be landbound,
I do not fault a desire to live on the ground,

you could have spikes and fins,
scales or a tail,
this is no test,
you cannot fail,

why do you worry?
why are you scared?

nothing you do will wane my love for you.
 Jun 8 rishita
Ruby
I’m not ugly,
but I’m not the kind of beautiful
that I see every day
on other women’s faces.

Although I am smart,
and I am kind,
and trust me—
I am really trying to be
the things this world expects
of a teenage girl—

It doesn’t matter.
Because all people see
is beauty and fame.

How am I supposed to love myself
in a world so vain?

If we’re going off of looks,
I am not ugly,
but I am plain.

I am pretty enough
for people to come,
but not enough
for them to stay.

Ask me what I don’t like about myself,
and I’ll pick myself apart—
every little detail I can’t stand—
and I will tell you
everything that is wrong with me.

All the flaws
that only I see
drown out
all of the beautiful, unique things about me
that I just can’t seem to see.

I am more than my face
or how much I weigh.
I am a person,
and I just have to say:

I am smart.
I am kind.
I am loving,
and caring,
and I have a good heart.

True beauty
is more than your face
or how much you weigh.

Because what is beauty
if you are not loving,
and you are not kind?

This world is so vain,
yet completely blind.

If only the world could see
that true beauty
comes from the inside.
 Jun 8 rishita
badwords
It’s strange, I don’t know what’s happening to me tonight
I’m looking at you as if for the first time
Still more words, always the same words
I no longer know how to tell you
Nothing but words
But you are that beautiful love story I’ll never stop reading
Easy words, fragile words—it was too beautiful
You are of yesterday and tomorrow
Far too beautiful
Forever my only truth
But the time of dreams is over
Memories fade too when we forget them
You’re like the wind that makes violins sing
And carries away the scent of roses

Caramels, candies, and chocolates
Sometimes, I just don’t understand you
Thanks, but not for me—you can give them to another
One who loves the wind and the scent of roses
As for me, tender words wrapped in sweetness
Rest on my lips but never reach my heart

One more word
Words and words and words
Listen to me
Words and words and words
I beg you
Words and words and words
I swear to you
Words and words and words and words and words
And still more words that you scatter to the wind

This is my fate—to speak to you
To speak to you like the very first time
Still more words, always the same words
How I wish you could understand me
Nothing but words
That you’d listen to me just once
Magic words, strategic words that ring false
You are my forbidden dream
Yes, so false
My only torment and my only hope
Nothing stops you once you start
If only you knew how much I long for a little silence
To me, you are the only music that makes the stars dance on the dunes

Caramels, candies, and chocolates
If you didn’t already exist, I’d invent you
Thanks, but not for me—you can give them to another
One who loves the stars on the dunes
As for me, tender words wrapped in sweetness
Rest on my lips but never reach my heart

One more word, just a single word
Words and words and words
Listen to me
Words and words and words
I beg you
Words and words and words
I swear to you
Words and words and words and words
And still more words that you scatter to the wind

You are so beautiful
Words and words and words
You are so beautiful
Words and words and words
You are so beautiful
Words and words and words
You are so beautiful
Words and words and words and words and words
And still more words that you scatter to the wind
Paroles, Paroles by Dalida and Alain Delon

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NhK_XazdBUk

Check Out My HePo Mix-Tape:
https://hellopoetry.com/collection/135545/badwords-music-lyrics/
 Jun 8 rishita
yogesharma
Ink
The emotions flowing from a nip on the paper.
Work as a connecting medium which carry profound meanings and contentment.
Sometimes flicker due to uncertainties.
Sometimes sheds due to overflow.
It is non toxic but can warp the things that can't be of no use.
Just a pigment which shows the real colours of life.
Is it the ink or the love?
 Jun 8 rishita
1DNA
Seducing scoops of ice cream,
Wait in silence,
Bathing in chocolate syrup
As it rolls down glossy curves,
Melting in time
Into a silky velvet bed.

Plump red lips shine sweet sweat,
Whispers rise in foggy haze.
Its tongue drools,
Dripping off the edges;
Every drop a tickle.

Temptation surrenders—
We give in to our prey,
Stripping it cold,
Pouncing and devouring—
Not a lick to waste.

But truly,
Are we the hunter
Or the hunted?
Just dusting my brain!
This is definitely one of my personal favorites ;)

Icecream: The hunted, or the hunter?
 Jun 8 rishita
unnamed
oh, those rainy days
when nothing is going right
questions halt your faith.
Those are the days without end
Tomorrow has got your back
 Jun 8 rishita
unnamed
dreams and fantasies
let them take you where you like
outside of yourself
perhaps swim with the dolphins
or maybe find cancer's cure.
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