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I like to see the cup half full,
Even when it’s full of ****
Who knew that the flowers that grow inside my very soul

Would flourish just because you have stopped by to visit

The worms dance at your presence

Beetles follow your muddy foot steps through woven paths

While the snails and slugs cling to your pant legs

Hitching a ride for something glorious to experience

And the leaves of nearby trees try ever so gracefully

To kiss you with each gust of wind

Clouds part way so the sun may shine through the cracks onto your skin

And the blue hue of the sky brightens under your gaze

That's just how beautiful you are to me

My garden groweth over at the thought of you
Let us tend to the soil together
And after the hard days work is over,
Walk with me homeward as our mud-covered hands graze against eachother
Every step of the way
I do love the feel
Of your big hard strong **** in me.
But I’m telling you
I don’t need you or your hard ****
for ****** satisfaction

Oh baby,
I know you’ve moved on
are gone
Except as …
friend? stalker? past acquaintance?
Anything but lover
Anything but confidante or soulmate…

I am stronger than I look,
Stronger than you know
Able, independent, self-loved

I am my own
“Oh god! oh god! oh my god!”

I worshipped you, loved you eternal…
now
I am my own god
I’ll miss you…but not too much
beloved ****
Am I born Today!!

My life’s journey hums along,
In quiet beats, a steady song.
Little joys and aches I hide,
All part of the walk inside.

From childhood dreams to growing old,
With tales I have  lived and hands I have  held.
Hands that reach and hearts that care,
Trying, failing, still right there.

Storms have come and winds have roared,
But still I stand, my soul restored.
Each heartbeat sings, a simple sound,
Proof I am here, still safe and sound.

Joy and sorrow trade their turns,
Each one heals, each one burns.
This heart still hopes, these eyes still seek,
For truth beneath the sky’s soft streak.

“Am I born today?” I ask, unsure,
The question is quiet, the answer pure.
Another year, both light and loss,
Moments missed, and lines I cross.

Still  in the hush between each tear,
A softer strength begins to steer.
Not all was right, not all was wrong,
Some hurt became my healing song.

So here I am, not fixed, not done,
But still beneath the rising sun.
Not reaching far beyond my hold—
Just moving forward, soft and bold.

And if you find me on this day,
Don’t ask for joy I can’t display.
But walk with me, just side by side,
And let the silence turn the tide.

I carry grief, but also grace,
And in my chest, I have  carved a space
For love, for hope, for one more year—
Still here, still human, drawing near.

Showkat shah
I used to think I was a gardener
sowing lifelong seeds
pruning the leaves to ensure
I had the pleasure to grow old with them

I learned my precious plants
can choose to leave
I even learned they knew
how to wilt themselves into the dirt
I watched as nature took some before they even bore their fruit for me to see

I used to think I was a gardener
but I am just the sexton
to their graves
I don’t know how much more death i can witness
He’s seen the rise, he’s seen the fall,
The hands of fate, he’s touched them all.
Through love and loss, through war and peace,
His journey never finds release.
A wanderer with weary eyes,
Chasing moons in endless skies.
No start, no end, no final stand—
The Forever Man.
Through ages old and years unborn,
He walks the earth, weathered and worn.
A face untouched by time’s embrace,
Yet burdened by each fleeting place.
He’s watched the empires rise and burn,
Loved and lost with no return.
The hands he’s held have turned to dust,
Yet onward still—because he must.
The forever man.
I am a wicked creature
lurking in the dark corners of the Earth.

From years of bleeding,
my heart has turned to stone.

It loathes and resents
your foolish mortal desires.

All the callous betrayal
has transformed me into this monster.

So I sit in my den of evil.
A wretched abomination deserving of this fate.

Drinking the blood
of those who I can deceive.

Hating this world
and the life that was stolen from me.

Wondering every night
if I can ever feel human again.
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