Submissions by cach_17
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Beautiful warrior
Her walk
Her talk
Her hair
So fair
Her skin
The wind
Her kiss
Raw bliss
She is beautiful
With lips so full
But yet she sees not
The beauty she's got
She shy
Insecure
But yet she's much, more
A hero
A survivor
And at times a good provider
She's afraid
She's brave
She's toxic
She's exotic
She's weak
She's strong
She's right
She's wrong
She's here
She's there
She's everywhere
My heart
My mind
My soul
She's a warrior
Who's worth is far above...
Her talk
Her hair
So fair
Her skin
The wind
Her kiss
Raw bliss
She is beautiful
With lips so full
But yet she sees not
The beauty she's got
She shy
Insecure
But yet she's much, more
A hero
A survivor
And at times a good provider
She's afraid
She's brave
She's toxic
She's exotic
She's weak
She's strong
She's right
She's wrong
She's here
She's there
She's everywhere
My heart
My mind
My soul
She's a warrior
Who's worth is far above...
#SelfReflection
#SelfDiscovery
#StreamOfConsciousness
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8 Comments
Death by Pride
A deadly sin
A steady win
Pride is a poison that makes one blind
And is often a burden to carry on a climb
It kills, destroys and may often leave one unemployment
Pride so many lives it has destroyed.
A steady win
Pride is a poison that makes one blind
And is often a burden to carry on a climb
It kills, destroys and may often leave one unemployment
Pride so many lives it has destroyed.
#SelfWorth
681 reads
4 Comments
Black heart
My heart was once made of glass
Well mannered and petite, I was a lady of class
So kind hearted I wore my heart on my sleave
And every one I gave it to turned and leave
One good hit was all it took to scatter
And that good hit also broke it's platter
The pieces I took and tried to glue together
But deep down I know it was gone forever
Glass once broken can never be the same
But the breaking of objects had always been a game
So I took my heart and buried it within
And with pieces of steel like made it whole again
With buckets of...
Well mannered and petite, I was a lady of class
So kind hearted I wore my heart on my sleave
And every one I gave it to turned and leave
One good hit was all it took to scatter
And that good hit also broke it's platter
The pieces I took and tried to glue together
But deep down I know it was gone forever
Glass once broken can never be the same
But the breaking of objects had always been a game
So I took my heart and buried it within
And with pieces of steel like made it whole again
With buckets of...
#heartbroken
#emotional
1393 reads
5 Comments
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