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People expect a lot, they think you can excel in everything you do.
They expect you to move a mountain, break a rock, aim at the middle with just one shot
But, do you want to hear the truth?
This may sound cheesy for you, but for me..
I’m tired. Tired of everything.
Tired of waking up every morning and pretending like everything is perfect.
Tired of doing my best everyday in everything.
Sometimes i want to mess up, i want to fall and get hurt, but stand back up alone,
I want to fail, then learn from my mistakes and become a better version of myself.
But thanks to this society you’ve got to live up to your standards and never be mistaken.
You’ve got to hide your feelings and try not to fall in love because you’re still a child; you don’t understand the meaning of love.
You’ve got to speak up and not be shy, well that my friend,may be possible but with time.
So just let me be me.. i know i’m not perfect but at least i’ll live my life the way i want it to be.
Let me be me..
Pull the pin out of my heart.
And as it explodes
into what
I can only
express as love.
Let it take us with it.
I grew up with a lot of dreams,
and they kept on growing along with me.

the time came
and
my dreams were not to blame.

they never knew what I dreamt of,
I never knew what they thought of.

Left with two ways,
neither of them were that I gazed.

So for their happiness,
priorities were chosen,
decisions were made.
Their's over mine.

While my dreams faced suppression
and I depression ...
 Apr 2018 Marco Buschini
Lucio
I've tried and honestly believe I'm still trying,
As I write these word I'm still crying;
You laid the foundation with the brick and mortar for these walls,
The old me from his cell tries to yell and he calls.

But his voice is slowly fading away,
I don't think he'll ever come out again to play;
Now the windows are being covered soon you won't be able to see him,
In this cell that is fast becoming his mausoleum.

He contemplates the crimes he's committed to be sentenced to death,
He can't think of any he was honest, faithful, caring, he really tried his best.
So no more visits no more time,
He sits in his  jail cell for something that wasn't even a crime.
 Apr 2018 Marco Buschini
skyler
don't fall in love

it is a chemical chaos
out of your hands
where nothing ever goes
according to your plans

you're giving your heart
to someone new
my love, people are clumsy
their words aren't always true

s.s
 Apr 2018 Marco Buschini
alexa
there are so many of you
that i would love to sit down with;
maybe over a milkshake and a plate of fries;
and just talk.
i want to ask you about the boy that hurt you,
about the anger you feel deep inside
over a father who said he’d come back...
and then didn’t.
i want to run with you through pages of words and say
“oh that’s right, what a lovely metaphor.”
i want to see all your smiling faces and
thank each and every one of you for showing me kindness,
for saving my life.
i want to collaborate on novels of poetry
and laugh with you through the tears of our pasts.
so until we sip those milkshakes and eat those fries...
thank you, to
some of the most beautiful people i have never met.
to all my HePo followers/friends/ fellow poets! you have all given me a beautiful escape from Life <3
 Apr 2018 Marco Buschini
skyler
you dont have to be a writer to be a poet

you write poetry with the tears that glaze your eyes at three in the morning
you write poetry with the sound of your laugh and how your lips frame a smile
you write poetry with the eyelashes you bat at your lover
you write poetry with the words you whisper into their skin
you write poetry with the way your chest falls and rises with every breath you take

you dont have to put ink on paper
to be a poet
you just have to live

s.s
 Apr 2018 Marco Buschini
skyler
people change everyday
so i vow to fall in love with you
every time the sun rises

s.s
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