#Piece

416 posts
  • sooyaa_ 1w

    Do you see?

    Do you see the darkness ?
    I do!
    And I see myself getting lost in it
    And I see all the places we ever been to
    Do you see I'm gone
    Well I definitely do
    And I see you, shading tears over my death when you didn't give a fuck about me when I was there

    It's been exactly 24 hours since I looked in the mirror and I saw the rip up I've done to my life
    I was 22 with poison in my left hand and a blade in my right,then I decided right can never be wrong

  • artistano1 7w

    One,
    then the other,
    then more and more
    piece by piece,
    I leave myself in the ghost town.
    And I'm going down,
    old,
    like in the ashes a log
    And so cold...

    Piece of me
    is still out there,
    somewhere in a bunch
    of crumpled smiles.
    There,
    where the morning
    dresses in purple the roofs.
    There,
    where are no more amateurs
    with rented costumes
    and cheap roles.
    There,
    where I stopped dreaming
    about spoiled doll's.
    And I'm lying down
    old,
    like in the ashes a log
    And so cold...

    One piece of me
    is still somewhere
    confused by your growing obligations.
    Where the world fell asleep before us,
    and where, at least for an hour,
    we had our first dream.
    And one piece
    stayed there
    where my songs made sense,
    and my dead hands wrote
    black letters on your white body.
    And now I'm leaving town
    old,
    like in the ashes a log
    And so cold...

    Piece by piece, by piece,
    I leave to your memories.
    All I have to do is see you tomorrow,
    and move your mind, the way I know.
    And all I have to do is bite your lip
    for some new year
    while burning balloons fly over us
    in Paris, or anywhere
    And all I have to do is dying in the fog
    old,
    like in the ashes a log
    And so cold...






    Written by artistano1


    #genuine_readers
    #daadigotyourback
    #poetry
    @miraquill
    @writersnetwork
    #piece #artista #end #wod

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  • davender 8w

    No one is perfect in this whole universe....
    #Piece #wood

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    Piece Enso

    सीख है ये मेरी....
    जो मैं गलतियों से सिखा हूं...
    परेज़ ना करो तुम सिखने में
    सिखोगे तो..
    गलतियां होगी,
    सिख गलतियों से आगे तो बढ़ो ..
    चिख के गवाहियां देगा तुम्हारा काम,
    नाम ना ज़रुरी फिर भी
    दाम कि ही खातिर आते ,
    उस जहां से इस जहां में ....

    विद्वान हुए सदी के
    2 उंगलियों से
    ब्राह्मण घुमा दिया
    अतरंगी अनसुने अनसुलझे
    रहस्यों को सुलझाया
    विचार हैं ये उनके
    संपूर्णता है मिथ्य इस कायनात में,
    झूठ अगर होता तो
    सब ग्रहों में जीवन क्यों नहीं ?
    ©davender

  • jpwriter 9w

    Piece of Mind

    I seem to find peace of mind
    When I find the time to write a piece of mine
    A piece of time, can ease the mind
    When I seem to write a decent line
    I believe in mine as you should believe in yours,
    Just finally write a piece of course,
    Find some peace and seek what's yours
    Writing down your secret stories
    Keep in mind, it may need some time
    To find a rhyme that peeks and shines
    You see life, we need this time, to see and find,
    That little bit of peace of mind



    ©jpwriter

  • hotaru_06 10w

    ¿Por qué escribo?

    Tal vez escribo por un simple acto de rebeldía en contra de la cotidianidad de la vida; para que alguien encuentre esos escritos, se identifique con ellos o le de su propia interpretación. No soy profesional en este ámbito porque si así lo fuera habría hecho esto desde mi infancia o tal vez si lo hacía, solo que de aquellos tiempos rastros imperceptibles quedan en las memorias.
    Escribo porque puedo y porque quiero.
    Por que con ello una que otra alma encuentra alivio en mis letras o mera distracción; el dolor, la agonía, la tristeza, la alegría u talvez amor y algunas más se reflejan o es lo que dicen.
    No gano ninguna remuneración económica con esto solo es simple pasatiempo o es lo que siempre digo para no crear expectativas y aún así irónicamente se terminan creando expectativas sobre ello. A veces se siente la presión y dudo si debería continuar haciendo esto, sin embargo, luego recuerdo la libertad que en ello poseo al sentir y poder plasmarlo en un par de líneas; sinceramente no podría abandonarlo tan fácilmente. Esto es mi pequeño refugio, mi mundo, donde yo soy poseedora de la única llave.
    ¿Sirve de algo esto?, podría afirmar que si, dependiendo el momento al liberar estas letras quedan como ofrenda de algún momento, algún sentír u algún pensamiento y quedará convertido en una creación escrita.
    Aún quedan interrogantes por responder, algún día las respuestas llegarán eso espero o sino ya les daré forma en algún momento.
    Cómo conclusión escribo por que es mi forma de existir en este vasto mundo, es mi propio acto de rebeldía, es un arma que utilizo cada que deseo y a la vez es un toque de magia que inspira alegría y es posible que escribir sea mi tesoro...mi One Piece.

    ©hotaru_06

  • artistano1 13w

    One,
    then the other,
    then more and more
    piece by piece,
    I leave myself in the ghost town.
    And I'm going down,
    cold, like in the ashes a log.

    Piece of me
    is still out there,
    somewhere in a bunch
    of crumpled smiles.
    There,
    where the morning dresses in purple the roofs.
    There,
    where are no more amateurs
    with rented costumes
    and cheap roles.
    There,
    where I stopped dreaming
    about spoiled doll's.
    And I'm lying
    cold, like in the ashes a log.

    One piece of me
    is still confused somewhere
    by your growing up and obligations.
    Where the world fell asleep before us,
    and where, at least for an hour,
    we had our first dream together.
    And one piece
    stayed where my songs made sense,
    and my dead hands wrote
    black letters on your white body.
    And now I'm lying
    cold, like in the ashes a log.

    Piece by piece, by piece,
    I leave to your memories
    All I have to do is see you tomorrow,
    and move your mind, the way I know.
    And all I have to do is bite your lip
    for some new year
    while burning balloons fly over us.
    And all I have to do is leave
    piece by piece in the fog
    and i'm lying
    cold, like in the ashes a log.




    P.S. Today is my birthday :)



    Written by artistano1

    #genuine_readers #daadigotyourback #poetry @miraquill @writersnetwork #piece #artista

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  • vannil_y 16w

    Lost

    You lost me
    The day I turned silent
    And nodded to everything you said
    The day I giggled instead of shining
    My brown gap-toothed 32
    I Stripped myself off drama
    Just to become your queen
    Then flowed with the tide
    To find your shore
    But the waves kept dragging me
    They wanted their drama queen
    Needed some splash and squash,
    Some Toss and ripples
    But I had thrown that into the air
    I Had drowned my voice
    From reading your lips
    I had lost my weight
    From finding your balance
    You lost me and didn't even know it
    'Cos you've been busy piecing together
    A picture that was long extinct.
    ©vannil_y

  • the_unheard_buzz 20w

    Solitude

    In the world full of chaos,
    where one feel lost in crowd;
    I chose to embrace my own company,
    I chose solitude with proud.

    They ask what's fun in there,
    being with self, being alone;
    I pitied at their dependency,
    and tint of fear in their tone.

    They say it's must to socialize,
    You have to bond with others;
    But what's the point in this bonding,
    When it can't hold your pieces together.

    In solitude, the trick is to love self,
    Just as the way you are;
    Then work on self, step by step,
    See you can go how far.

    Embrace yourself with the same
    affection, you wish from them;
    And you won't need other,
    To make you feel blissed again...!
    .
    ©the_unheard_buzz

  • the_illumin_alby 21w

    I met your father on Monterey Rd and he went by Molly

    The windmills
    On the side of
    Freeways
    Keeps the land
    Afloat





    ©the_illumin_alby

  • slaughtered_heart 22w

    The pieces of my heart that
    survived the first disaster,
    never stood a chance against
    the second one you gave....

    ©slaughtered_heart

  • the_illumin_alby 23w

    Drywall lipstick

    Her dead eyes
    Cried the tears
    Of blood
    Of her victims
    A diet the grave
    Needed to rise





    ©the_illumin_alby

  • the_illumin_alby 24w

    Siamese cartwheel

    At the reapers diner
    You pay for death
    While others blow
    Paralyzed kisses
    In the
    Window



    ©the_illumin_alby

  • fiuntscriptum 25w

    Water Relatives, Blood Covenants

    Looking for love, don't come home,
    Looking for trust, it ain't home,
    Looking for warmth, the house is cold.
    Watching family feud, going through family feuds,
    Young royal going through it, a royal feud.
    Arguments not argumentative but petty,
    It's become an annoyance, things sketchy,
    Been looking for avoidance, semi or henny.
    They curse the come up, like you ain't gonna make it,
    Now they use hexes, like they were day ones on days you had zeros.
    Looking at you now, some kinda hero or savior
    They didn't believe before, they just doubt,
    Back when they said it was all for nought.
    They selfish, they want your blood and soul,
    They selfish, they want your flesh and bone,
    They want you selfless, heart and spirit
    Back ain't bent for them they ridicule you,
    Bend over backwards for them and they want more from you.
    Go forward for you and you're the ridiculous one.
    Couldn't believe what I heard and saw,
    Guess the vision is hard to see when you don't listen.
    Securing bags and they want them to flop,
    Bag secured, they lost to how you saw the top.
    They want you out of slavery but mentally enslaved you,
    They want you out the bucket but still pull you down
    Out your mind because the skin tones are brown.
    So much fake smiles it's all coonery.
    They want your baloney for their hatchery,
    Could you PLEASE stop with the buffoonery.
    Studying my moves while you did physiology,
    Talking togetherness but you studied anatomy,
    Talking down on me when I had sleep paralysis,
    I gave them help when their hands were tied in prolonged stasis,
    That's standard for me, but they mis-standard the basics
    Now its hard to say such,
    They asking for much,
    Wanting me to be their clutch,
    Never been the type to be someone's crutch,
    They're negative it's just really too much.
    I can't get reciprocation when all they do is lie,
    Sometimes at night wishing to be the type to cry,
    But it's hard to break when all on mind is to fly,
    It's a different league, lane and sport,
    Alot on mind with decisions to sort,
    Protests and judgments, they really want you in court.
    Made you feel like what you did was only sin
    Strangers give more love than my own kin
    Put more faith in my brothers, they really want me win.
    In any weather their shoulders are trusted, lose or win.
    Guess what the scriptures say is true and in stone,
    Just like when they wrote it on the tomb,
    The blood of the covenant is thicker than the water in the womb.
    ©fiuntscriptum

  • fiuntscriptum 25w

    Our Dead Bodies

    Bodies in the street,
    They ain't sweet,
    Shell casing cold,
    Ar 15s in the winter.
    Family in tears,
    Bodies stay hollow and leaks,
    Blood caresses the dirt in the streets.
    Ops joy cry on the jolly ride,
    Padoones put the books down,
    Reports of missing persons now,
    Magicians with the disappearances wow.
    Plots and glocks all thicker,
    Bodies and blood all thinner,
    Red seas of crips buried in the crypts,
    Blue seas in the veins of bloods.
    OGs barely alive,
    Vets on the last breath,
    Runners get their achilles clipped,
    Tripped and fumbled into death races,
    It's all false starts to death finishes.
    Youth aspire to be them,
    Them aspire to be youth,
    Both see a way out,
    One wants in the other out.
    This life ain't for you or me
    But if I don't protect you,
    But if I don't push you to the League,
    Or push you toward a bigger lead,
    I might gotta watch you leak on the street,
    I might gotta tell moms how you dropped,
    I might cry before watching you bleed,
    So much blood I swear it wouldn't clot,
    So much blood when are my brothers gonna stop.
    ©fiuntscriptum

  • anubhavjha 26w

    Floating Piece Of Wood

    My life is like a floating piece of wood,
    Wandering in a never-ending sea
    Lost and cast away, forever, for good
    Ocean is always smothering me.


    Floating in this never-ending sea
    I’ve come far from the crowded shore,
    I drifted and fell. No one could ever see
    That I was forgotten, shaken to the core.

    I’ve come far from the crowded shore,
    I’ve gotten wet. I am sore and weak
    This is where I die, the ocean’s floor
    Will of my absence anyone speak?


    I wonder sometimes, to where will I go
    The water takes me. I will never know.

    ©anubhavjha

  • fiuntscriptum 27w

    Higher Amnesia

    Watching scarface with the doll who got a baby face,
    Highkey wanna know how those lips taste,
    Grabs my hand to the foyer for more space,
    Just us now with more space, she's a case,
    Mouth to mouth next to the suitcase.
    Lips to head with no resuscitation,
    Holding the door knob for needed support,
    Not helping as I throb from her deep throat.
    We move over to the den, legs spread beside the briefcase.
    Sweet whispers in my ear takes me to a state,
    Sensual ohhhss as I eat the cake,
    Blunt yeses, really takes the cake.
    Against the desk, she's proudly bent over.
    She got what she intended by taking over
    The desk rumbles but her butt is too brawling,
    Deep breaths, doing my best to hold compsure,
    I'm going nuts not to nut, butt! it is enthralling.
    Peaches and cream, it's a tasty cheesecake
    Her words slur, but clearly "it's.h.. ti..h.me... to.hh... c..u..m...u.h.h..h"
    It's dangerous for a man when inside, but can you help it?!!
    Damn man! Just look at that bum!!!
    Knocking the bookshelf and messing up the bookmarks
    I let her know I'm about to cum, as she's about too.
    Sober yet inebriety of such levels, woo!
    She screams the loudest when she's this high,
    I tell her to relax as I help,
    lightly caressing her thick thighs.
    Such a climax could never be anti-climactic.
    What will however is the mess we created,
    I should of been more disciplined.
    The bedroom was the better place,
    Now I gotta explain to my wife in haste,
    Of how the books got all over the place,
    She forgets everything when taken to space,
    When she comes down I state my case
    Half her fault the bookmarks are misplaced.
    I look up to her as she looks troubled,
    Babe here's a towel you had another amnesia high
    ©fiuntscriptum

  • swetaswadhismita 28w

    Thanks me later

    If you are going through a bad time or something bad happens to you or you are feeling low or guilty....
    Then I have a piece of advice for you
    Just write down all your thoughts on a piece of paper and now tear the paper or throw it into the dustbin or just burn it.....
    Now you will feel good

    ©swetaswadhismita

  • nyctophile_vocalist 30w

    Keep exploring

    One who defines beauty admiral to the nature is a common brief the life concerns and desires to make you an elite aspirant.
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    Explore yourself
    ©nyctophile_vocalist

  • fiuntscriptum 32w

    No Martin, No Gina

    Mental games played, some trickery.
    Disappearing before dates, all a mystery.
    Thought out apologies, not really sorry.
    Potential could be great, full of entelechy .
    Work and growth attainable, all preparatory .
    Negative thoughts of futures, aptly.
    Positives in soul, trusted spiritually.
    No matter what happens, even consequently,
    I love you deeply, for all eternity.
    ©fiuntscriptum

  • musings26as 33w

    She's an old soul
    with a childish heart.

    ©26as