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Anya Nov 2019
I keep on searching
But my pocket is empty
There’s a hole at the bottom

What a mess

Words all over the floor
Letters spilled in the kitchen sink
Thoughts in the bathtub playing
hide and seek

Nothing left

Today I won’t write anything

I need words to soothe my soul
Nurture my heart
Heal my wounds

I want to write to thank you

Soon

I’ll try again

But, not today
Anya Oct 2019
Hello Big Shot you killed again
The bullet hit right in the center
The rush feels good
You know it well
You’re holding hands with
the danger

Don’t play with the fire
mama said
But blood addicts once
you taste it
Now all you want is ******
and death
Saving lives isn’t on your agenda

You built an Empire with big guns
Shooting whoever tries to touch you
A mighty King wearing a crown
Sitting on the Golden Throne

Bang, bang goes another round
Bang, bang all you can hear
Bang, bang echoing in your mind
Bang, bang…………….
Anya Sep 2019
It’s hot today
People play artificial games
Sunbathing in the plastic Sun
The screen is melting
as they click along

Everyone’s thirsty
They can't quench their thirst
despite drinking
All they want is more and more
What are the needing

And somewhere down the road
It’s raining on the 4tn floor
The water flows down the windows
The river floats through the door

There’s a pond in the middle
of the kitchen
And the water is calm
Nobody’s thirsty here

We’ve got all we need
Anya Sep 2019
a sad rose
in the orphanage

waits to be adopted
for many lonely years

nobody wants her

people prefer
flowers with no thorns...
Anya Sep 2019
It came in the post
In a pink envelope

Who would’ve thought...

It said; You’re invited to a party
You are the main meal
so
wear nothing
It will be worth it

It starts at midnight
In the underground bar
Called “Hell”
Remember, come naked

Oh, temptation
To be in the centre of attention
Wanted, desired

I went
And never returned the same

In pieces, blooded and bitten
Torn apart

Got what I needed to
grow up...
Anya Sep 2019
In the middle of nowhere
On a non-existent chair
Sat down a nobody
It feels boring he said
There is nothing to do
Nothing to read
Nothing to write
What shall I do in this no-land
He looked upon
He looked beyond
Nothing he saw
He was really terribly bored
I will try something he thought
I will be someone I am not
And that is how Someone was born
Anya Aug 2019
Oh no, don’t
Don’t tell me to go
Don’t tell me to leave you alone

Don’t tell me I’m to messed up
to fit in your world
I might not be what you think
I’m not one of the dolls you saw on tv
I’m so much more
Flesh and blood

Dont tell me to shut up
To change my mind
To stop
I will not

Don’t

Don’t tell me to do my hair
Change my clothes
Fix my attitude

I am a burning piece of art

Don’t even start

Don’t tell me what you’d like me to be

Let me be me

Just close your mouth and
listen
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