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Mona Apr 2016
Faces are recreated on a piece of paper,
Words copied from my mind and saved for later.

Cause the windows of my mind are my eyes,
And the view is not something I've improvised.

I'm just enjoying being a passenger with such potential,
Getting inspired by the events even if not sequential.

And in turn art is a part of me, woven so beautifully,
That I use the colors of Twilight, waves and trees.

I'm trying to savor the universe so that it never runs out,
I've turned its essence into more shades of pastels than I can count.

I've written its stories in the memories of timeless books,
So diverse and enchanting, some I never understood.

I'm in love everyday, but I'm also forlorn too,
I cry my sorrows to the sun as it dives into the blue.

I'm so small, I'm so inferior to the creator,
But as long as I'm alive, everyday I'm an innovator.
Olufunke Kolapo Feb 2016
No matter how scary,
Gloomy uncertain the future
Seems. It becomes natural,
Safe and certain when it
Passes by
Janhavi K Jan 2016
Don't dissolve into the dim background,
Don't stand up against the faded walls,
There's a script for you,
There's a song you belong to,
Everything around you was destined,
Not by fate, but by the choices you made,
It's all meant to be,
You aren't an understudy,
You aren't a part of the story.
You are the story.
Summer Ray Jan 2016
I was born female
I am told that this puts me at a disadvantage
I am told that I will make
On average
20% less than a male
I am told that by the time
I am 18
Between me and 3 of my closest girlfriends
At least one of us will have been
sexually assaulted, abused, or *****
And all of us
Will have been sexually harassed
I am told this is a mans world

But I am Woman, hear me roar
And this is my world

I am not my unequal paycheck
I am not an unfair disadvantage
I am not the bruise you left
on my right cheek
I am not a victim

I am Mother of All Things
I am Healer
I am Lover
I am the Moon, and I am Peace

I am Woman, hear me roar
And I am fierce

Do not mistake
My sweetness for weakness
For as the moon
I can shift tides
And move mountains

I am Woman, hear me roar
And this is my world
Rafael S Lasala Jan 2016
I am what you see and what you feel inside.
I am my soul, my heart, and my mind.
My poetry, the music that this orchestra plays,
will set us on fire, our hearts ablaze.

Listeng to my songs,
though sometimes dischordnant,
They're me, they're us, they're I,
its notes, their whisper, not fraudulent

Listen to my songs,
and let's sing ours together.
Let's burn the world,
And let's sing forever.
I believe that we have a mission to use our art to inspire and to change the world we write about.
Rebel Heart Aug 2014
Who am I?
The answer is simply a sigh,
For I cannot give a reply,
Because I don't know I.

In school, I'm studious
With friends, I'm funny
Playing sports, I'm super
For relatives, I'm responsible
Musically, I'm marvelous
In front of parents, I'm plenty

All in all I'm an overachiever,
The title I've achieved by achieving.

Yes I get all the praises,
But that doesn't mean they're true.
For behind everyone's smiles,
I can see that their jealousy grew.

Little Miss Perfect,
Is what they call me,
Behind my back they stab,
I'm not blind you see?

Everyone's out for revenge,
They watch me like a hawk,
They wait for me to fail at something,
So for that thing they could mock.

I hate it
I'm tired of it
Can't you see?

I can't help it,
I'm just good at it,
Let me be.

I'm done with your plastic smiles,
I won't need you for a million miles.

I've finally just found me
I finally understand.
I don't need praises to guide me,
I won't need to hold anyone's hand.  

I'm finally walking my own path.
Which is far from yours.
I'm finally walking my own path,
Not crawling on all fours.
I'm finally walking my own path,
I'm confident and free.
I'm finally walking my own path,
To MY destiny.

I no more need to ask Who Am I .
I've figure that part out.
Now everyone will know Who I Am
Without a doubt.
Be yourself even if others don't like it, because someday, the whole world will love you for who you are not who you've pretended to be. :)
There are few things colder than the sting of iron
Splitting the skin
For charismatic words can be sharp as daggers
Handle them without care and they become shrapnel

So speak softly
And if someone's words succeed in making you bleed
Don't worry, just be and breathe
Let the passing of time make you bolder growing older
Never let the hate from others leave you colder

Forget purity, be as iron!
Such strange things as metal grow stronger as they change
So staunch a defence
That when the poison-tipped arrows of bitter words fly
And your enemies are poised to leave you bloodless in the snow
You need not fear even the strongest killing blow
Nor the angry shock within your bones

So speak softly and stand
For as iron you reside within the very land
Once fuelled by fury and the fear of those who would usurp us
Now risen up with potential and purpose
YoungSymba Oct 2015
Your pacing pulse beats a drumroll in anticipation of the unknown
Yet your soul remains silent in cries as an unborn
Singing lullabies in cries up to the highest note
Still you stand placid,as the calm of the eye in a storm

Mutely you hope the transition to your dreams
Is eternal separation from the real
You rather find harmony in nyctophilia in the night because,
Daily the sun's illumination reminds you of the light you miss in your life


Your salty pillow know who you are.

BUT you built a home in your mind..now you wore a smile,descended the heavens when you fed your subconscious with eternal light. It all sources of your smile.

Now your pillow is dry.
I wrote this when I experienced a break up and I just fed my thoughts with darkness,crying deep inside with a lying smile pretending to be okay. I was pessimistic in terms of tomorrow,till I realised The Law Of Attraction:The Secret and realised I deserve happiness,lived in my mind where all my beautiful thoughts lived and it all showed up in my life.
R M Oct 2015
the wind blows like
there is a tremendous fire
it has to put out and it is afraid
not to give its very best

but the problem with the wind
is it doesn't see anything else
except for that raging fire
blindly damaging everything around it

now when I walk the streets I see the wreck
the fallen branches and the leaves
and the uprooted trees that
the furious wind left in its wake

sometimes, people are like the wind
and you are the burning fire
everything around you might vanish
but you will still be there, raging on.*

I hope you will still be there.
Let the wind fuel the fire within you.
be strong. #LandoPH
ConnectHook Sep 2015
☃  ∴  ☼

Al Bandura, Ph.D,
Drove to town so he could see
if society embraced
guided life-change (science-based).

As he floored it toward the town,
he struck an inefficient clown.
Doctor A. Bandura glowered:
“You’re not funny, nor empowered –

get self-aware”.  Then, talking faster,
he offered attainable steps to mastery.
“You don’t seem too self-efficacious,”
Albert added, now loquacious.

Doctor Al set new objectives:
auto-efficient self-directives;
made that dead clown self-aware,
then auto-directed right out of there.
see the clown funeral HERE:  http://tinyurl.com/pn4gdpv

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