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Thomas EG Jun 2018
The permanence of the effect of our existence and actions terrifies me. This contemporary mood swings both ways, however. My love for love outweighs and overthrows my need for food, for sleep, for air to breathe... And you, I am in awe of... My eyes do not see anything else. My heart does not desire anything else. Forever blinded by pretty girls, my naïve eyes and thoughts are focused on you. My naïve heart beats just for you. I am way too full-on, far too all-at-once, but you admire that about me and I deeply, deeply admire you.
Clearing out my drafts
~June 2nd
Geanna Jun 2018
Have you ever missed something so much,
It actually starts to hurt?

I miss the beautiful artwork I would create
on my body, the old ones are still there
But I want to create new ones

I miss painting the lovely color of
Dark red on my light brown skin
I miss the after look,
To see how far i've gone
I see the old ones and admire them
While others see them with such sad eyes

They don't understand
I don't expect them to
If only I can do it again
And again
  And again  
    And again  

To never get tired of it
My lovely artwork    
My lovely scars      
       My lovely blades  
Oh I miss you so
~ G.P.O
Lyn-Purcell Jun 2018
Myths and legends I find
always have some truth
to them

And there are those who
create their own myths
and legends

That sort of immortality
shines for a special
starlit few

Who were never before
and never again
How we continue to deifying humans who become myths in the culture.
Who become icons and have an immortality that will stand the very test of time... that sort of star power is saved for the starlit few
Whose light will never be forgotten.

For me, I have a small group of celebs who fit this mould.
Be back soon!
Lyn x
Meaby Pom May 2018
A wanted desire
A girl with a fire.
A passion in a kiss
A compassion I admire.
A kiss that lingers with the taste of
A genuine draft.
I write not to send but still for you.
I write because this is my craft.
A love, a kiss, a loyalty matched
I love, I kiss only you
Aslong as my breath will last
Shadow Dragon May 2018
Gone girl,
Gone soul.
Burned to ashes,
flying in the wind.
Freedom
here in emptiness.
Leave anything
on your mind.
Zone-out
and go about
what you though
didn't matter.
Yourself.
A work of art.
Seen by few.
Admired by less.
Valued by only you.
M Apr 2018
you were standing across from me,
and i have to admit, you look like...
someone who fell from heaven because
you look so gorgeous.

your dyed blonde hair was falling freely to your eyes,
and your hazel brown eyes were drop dead beautiful.
you were also tall, and it makes me giggle,
is this love at first sight?

i had the strong urge,
to approach you and call you by your name,
and i was really dreading to ask you something,

i don't know you, but
do you wanna get
a cup of coffee with me?
laila shaaban Apr 2018
We are living in a miracle
Visible to only those who take the time to ponder, wonder.
To those who come back from wonderland in a trance
High on imagination creativity would never miss a dance
A chance to set the soul free
As carefree as could be
Every moment was a miracle, mystical
Through her eyes everything was possible
The world was enchanting.
She wonders, wonders of everlasting stars
Of the way we fly through space with nothing but grace
She wonders of the pure unadulterated joy in a baby’s smile
Reminding her that it’s all worthwhile
That if you open your eyes and admire the butterflies
Painting the skies you start to realize
Every moment is a miracle beautiful
The evidence is indisputable
Every creature irremovable exceptional
Every snowflake exclusive
Every second elusive
Every mountain valley and stream
The air that we breathe
Thoughts that lie beneath
The blood in our veins
And the complexity of human brains
Explain the fluidity of humanity  
Every atom is a miracle
Enchantingly subtle
So take a step back slow down
Look around I promise the world won’t disappoint.
uzzi obinna Mar 2018
We write of the past and eternity,
We bridge the gap between gods and man,
We set the pace for the successful,
We work in ways almost impossible to decern;

Where is the love of my life?
Why is she hurting deeply?
Who has attacked her with bitterness and strife?
Who is it that will not let her be?

"We came eating and drinking,
You called us gluttons", he said;
"We also came fasting,
You said we have demons",he said

If only the joy of life could reside in your heart,
If only you could forget the pains of tomorrow,
If only your eyes are opened wide to see,
If only you can see that your words hurt more than an arrow;

We saw the light and brought it to you,
We broke the boundaries of time and space,
We lead the way for both man and spirits,
Yeah, We built pyramids to commune with outer space;

Love is everything but you make light of it,
Your voice is all i desire for my hurting heart to heal,
Your assurance of hope my spirit long desires;
A soft touch of comfort not a hand of steel;

We bring the angels to guide the departed,
We wipe the blood from their bullet wounds,
We give peace to those you have abused,
Yeah, we do so as your mortar resounds;

"I will not die today, in her last breath, she says
There lay she in her lovers arms,
I am coming with you, he says bleeding too,
I'll forever wish that i saved you from harm;

The angels stand and watch wearily,
What more can they do for you?
They have ministered unfailingly,
Endlessly watering i and you.

You can not be lonely where you go,
We shall walk on the streets of paradise,
Away from these bullets and guns,
To a place colored by the beauty in your eyes.
She Writes Mar 2018
She was a beast;
Admiring her beauty in the mirror.
Tiana Marie Mar 2018
Everyday I watched Daisy dance in the park.
She was a girl of eight years old.
She always looked so carefree and
without a single problem in the world.

I came to watch her dance each day,
because I envied her beautiful innocence.
She twirled and leaped and curtisied and tip toed
across the playground without a hint of wickedness.

I watched her and thought of the work I had to do,
but Daisy had an abundance of free time.
I knew I was much too busy to be watching her,
but I loved the reminder of my long lost prime.

She was the ideal of who I aspired to be.
A girl who can dance with all of her soul
and not worry about anyone that may be watching.
A girl who knows the simple things make us whole.

I feared for my little Daisy.
I was afraid of the day she'd start to comprehend
that this life isn't one giant beautiful ballet.
When that day comes, her dancing will violently end.

I feared for myself as well.
What will happen to me when her dancing is done?
Who will I watch and admire each day?
The restless sinful flesh will have won.
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