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Amy H Jun 2016
blinded by choice
you mistake me at will
for something ill.
misunderstandings
take two minds
but clarity takes heart.
I do not write on walls,
I carve on sand.
but you the wave
would wipe away the moment
as if my heart
would scar the beach
you have eroded for yourself
and you prefer
to hide the truth
I speak.
where have gone my words?
sank beneath your toil
like whispers in white noise.
we can not hear a gentle breeze
when tide is high.
I am baffled but I can't stop the tide.
StrangeR Rufah May 2016
And if only I had another chance,
I'd let you know about my plans.
From the tales of the sea so strong,
To the songs by the shore so long.
From the lives within breezes we kissed,
To the raindrops while catching we missed.
From jumping at each other in dark,
To embracing tightly at lightning spark.
I'd ask you to stay for my heart's core,
'Cause I need you more,
When I look at the door.

And if only I had you in my story,
I'd forget all my past glory.
From the days of being showy,
To the nights of being a forgotten memory.
From the days of popularity,
To the days of solidarity.
From the waiting till noon,
To the songs for the moon.
From the glances over the road,
To the enhances your smiles poured.

And if only I had the strength of the old,
I'd let my fading whispers be bold.
From your morning faces that lid,
To the days so evenly placid.
From the peeking beyond that window,
To me on confronting being hollow.
I'd tell you why I swam in you, but loved.
And why so hard I drowned

And if only I had you,
For one last time.
I'll make up for my mistake now,
And let again your heart shine.
I'd tell you the secret which lies,
Deep within the earthAnd beyond those skies.

*Composed by-*
Stranger
Rufah
The writing's on the wall.
In a language
I do not know.
Syllables, that mean
as much as the
gentle breeze.
That shake the
autumn leafs.
Time's slow pace
will show;
what is yet
to undermine
my beliefs.

While the word on the street
is incomplete and
ever-changing.
The minds eye's blind;
The tongue’s in knots of
twisted whispered
sleeping words.
Colten Sorrells Apr 2016
my love

what do you want me to do?
I just can't seem to find a way
to get along with you

it doesn't matter what I say
you still treat me
that same ol' way

you say my
affection
can't be found,
well,
you'll see**
when I'm not around
People never seem to realize what they have until suddenly, they don't
Alexia Castillo Jan 2016
There was always this unsaid difference between us that I felt so strongly, although you were probably never aware of it.
You were always praised and complimented for your achievements. From day one, this bright light showered your existence. The spotlight was yours, you owned center stage.
I was always left in the darkest corner.
Occasionally the light from you would creep closer to me and a glimpse of me would be shown, but they didn't intend on me being in the spotlight. I was someone who was meant to be kept in the dark, someone who had more care put towards them, but only so that I would remain hidden. But, I don't think they meant it that way.
I don't think they intended to constrain me to a point where I began to dream about how it would be when I finally left. I don't think they meant to choke my vocal cords with their own. I don't think they meant it. But there has always been this unsaid difference between you and I. And I have simply lost the right words to express exactly what I mean.
Julia Mae Feb 2016
18.
It gets harder and harder by the day
To learn how to forget your name
And see that face and train myself
That I never trusted my secrets with it
Much less ever kissed it
Brown eyes and brown hair
Aren't the same on anyone else now
Yours were always my favorite, and still
It's like you possess all of the color
And everyone else is bland and gray
And I don't understand how you don't care
That someone sees you as this surreal creature here
I'd give an arm and leg to receive a glance
Feel like I'm worth looking at
Miss Clofullia Jan 2016
There’s nothing
I want more
than to win a
lip sync battle
with God.
I am sorry that I scared you, Sir
It was not my intent
I'm just looking for my family, Sir
I do not know where they went
Have you seen my family, Sir?
Do you know where they are?
I am just a young pup, Sir
On my own I won't get far
What is that you're holding, Sir?
Can it help me find my parents?
I don't want to hurt you, Sir
Have you no forbearance?
What about my brother, Sir?
And the way we used to dance?
I could not fight you, Sir
I never stood a chance
I do not understand, Sir
I am but an errant youth
Why would you do this, Sir?
Please tell me the truth
How was I to know it, Sir?
That I had gone too far?
I can't see the borders, Sir
I don't know where they are
I would never hurt you, Sir
Why are you still lying?
My young life is now fading, Sir
And now I lay here dying
But I can't help but wonder, Sir
What did I possibly do wrong?
You came into my home, Sir
Somewhere you did not belong
I can see my mother, Sir
She is in the sky up ahead
I thought about staying, Sir
But I think I'll go instead
I'm sorry that I scared you, Sir
It was not my intent
But now I know the secret, Sir
You do know where they went
This poem represents a hunter killing a young wolf because he was afraid. I wrote it to help fight wolf hunting, if even by only a little.
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