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Green 4d
And
Sometimes music
Is better than people
Green May 18
I’m walking
but just because I’m in motion
doesn’t mean I’m moving forward
in fact
I’m walking backwards
turning into the very person
I wanted to let go of
along the way
breaking the v
promises I made
to myself
Green Mar 11
What do we have in this world
If not your word?
Don’t we owe it to ourselves
To do everything in our power
To keep it?

That’s the problem these days isn’t it
We throw words around
like they mean
nothing
like they’re just sounds
empty and unkept

In the past they spoke of honour
“You have my word”
That meant something
It wasn’t just a promise
It was a reflection of a soul
carved into the very being

but now,
if we can’t even
keep promises to ourselves
if words are just words
meaningless, hollow
Then what are we left with?

what do we have
in this world
If not our word?
Green Feb 21
I run, desperately
a constant motion
almost as if I’m
chained to a treadmill

Yet I look around
and others run too
are they following me?
Or am I them

How I wonder
What is this thing
We are running from?

Perhaps it’s boredom
the silence
The terror of being alone

Not knowing
We are at the edge of serenity
But it slips further
The faster we go
Green Feb 15
Happy
Short lived
But
Happy, am I not?
The air hums
With the sound of my laughter
Yet in the glint of silence
truth creeps in
Begging me to see
To give it a chance

You must ignore it
Look the other way
Be happy, they say
that’s all that matters
My friend

Are you not comfortable my dear?
with worried eyes they ask
But what about
No
Don’t finish the thought

Just be happy
Happy
Happy
Happy

But at the cost
of my
Soul
Green Feb 15
We’re all
Justifying
Filling our days
With habits that bind
Believing in illusions,
Of change
Buying remedies
for problems we’ve made.

You are to blame
We’re all haunted
Shackled by this shame,
Yet we play
keep playing the game
chasing scores
levels of fame

Ignore the knowing
The echo in our hearts
Begging us to listen
We are worlds apart
Our values lost
Off the map
We’re arriving in the city of egos
slipping further from
Our true selves

Stop
I can’t
But isn’t that the easy answer?
I’m tired
I’m weak
But this is my fate.

Life is hard either way
You know this.
The question isn’t how to make it easier,
My friend.
The question is will you choose,
or will life chose for you?
Green Feb 6
I’ve been wrong, haven’t I?
A painful realisation
To admit to myself
That the path I chose
Wasn’t the one

I’ve been pushing the world away
Thinking it was the problem
I’ve been using a flashlight
When what I really needed
Was the darkness
To truly feel the pain
To sit it with
And slowly
Become peace with self
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