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Water is life every single things life rotates around it.

I heard somewhere to be like the water the water takes the path of least resistance.

Am I the dam or the water in this relationship? Am I holding back your flow the rush of your magnitude, or the pressure that comes with your quantity?
QUESTIONABLE
abi May 2020
when we were together
you said we'd be forever

you said that forever
you would be my lover

and it's crazy that my newest pleasure
is you saying we would be forever
violetstarlights May 2019
of course i scream when i yawn! (slightly)
is it not frightening to know that despite all this caffeine,
i am still tired?
winter child May 2019
I grew to love the moon,
the stars & what galaxy has in store.
I studied their gleam
& how they burn themselves
to lit up amongst darkness.
still, they’re not the reason
why my cheeks are lifted today.

I grew to love the universe
& how it made up a fate
for you to always be the reason
why I pull through even the hardest day.
β€”I grew to make a meaning out of your existence
violetstarlights Apr 2019
South America:
It's not cold down there, only
a little chile
i cackle at this like a witch i tell you
Lynn May 2018
I'm sitting in the big chair
Taking my fingers and tracing them over the patterns
I'm making shapes and scratching into the fabric
A thread or two tug and make a noise as they cling to the tips of my nails

I'm looking at the wallpaper
Slowly moving my eyes and counting every stripe on the wall
White, blue, red, blue, white
I count 136 before i lose my place and have to start all over again
i notice a flaw in the pattern and move on


I'm closing my eyes and resting
Trying my hardest to ignore your gaze and your difficult questions
I don't speak
I don't listen
I don't feel
I just sit and rest
136 stripes, 208 triangles, 2 flaws- one in the wallpaper, the other is me

That's why i'm sitting in the big chair today
With the lady i don't care for
Listening to questions i don't know the answers to
Ignoring her cry for some sort of reply
therapy adventures
Rachel Glen Mar 2017
The words hang on in the still air, crooked and clumsy.
Face down I trace patterns into the mattress.
Focus, breathing in, breathing out.
If I tried to move, I would break apart.
Liquid in these lungs spilling out of this open mouth.
Weighed down, sinking deeper and deeper.
These swirls and lines lifting, floating, whirling.
I hear nothing past the pulse pounding behind my ears.
Stronger, faster, it hums beneath this ivory skin.
Only if I could escape the hysterics that hide in my throat.
Bubble underneath the surface, threatening to convulse.
Quicker my breath comes, fighting past this ocean of uncertainty.
It stretches before me, I consider breaking the surface.
A clean cut on the smooth gray, deeper and deeper.
I take the plunge, and into this darkness I relax.
Comfortable, I stretch my legs, I pull these veins out by the roots.
Beating within my hand, I squeeze.
Familiarity overwhelms me, isn’t this what forever feels like?
Key Sep 2016
Numbers are real

Yet, untouchable.

The universe in my hand

Literally, unseeable.

My thoughts,

they’re real

But seemingly, unbelievable.

Your skin against mine,

Ha! improbable.

Longing for you,

The impossible.

I’m waiting for you,

That’s undeniable.

Your feelings?

That’s questionable.
I was once told by a work colleague
I am living proof that romance is dead
Ha.
Well look at me now
A poet.
Not a fleshy headstone
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