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Carlyy Jun 2017
I came to my senses

It took some time for me to understand even myself

I let you go and I thank you

For letting me go too

I'm better but there's sacrifices

You are backing out of yourself again

I don't know what to do

We shall continue our paths

Happiness is close by
Carlyy May 2017
Routine revival of heated water
I am clean,
naked...
and blind,
Standing in front of me,
a reflection
Words and thoughts occupy me
But the brown of my eyes win
And everything becomes bright

Here,
I decide my day
Feeling confident today and for the past week actually (:
  May 2017 Carlyy
Saint Jimmy
There was once a time when...
Many years ago, of course,
People wanted happy endings,
And fairy tales came true.

When the dashing prince,
Would vanquish the dragon,
And if you were a boy
You'd wish the prince was you

When the damsel in distress
Would go to the ball,
be back at midnight,
Waiting for her prince to call

Only now...
Midnight is not so late,
People thrive in the dead of night,
A ball became a rave,
The Prince,  some mdma,
The damsel called Mary Jane

A fairy tale happy ending,
Is dream no more,
For all those who
Have loved and lost

And fallen for their sweet prince,
Or damsel in distress
Carlyy May 2017
Each new day became
as predictable as the last
Harder than the last
More and more tiring
I asked myself how long
will this last?

I stand at the edge of this cliff,
Taking in what is given of nature
My whole heart thunders,
Asking me if I am fond of this beat
Hesitantly, I spoke aloud,
"I could"

Tears form a bed, beneath my eyes
Unwelcomed guests steal my breath
My heart skips and sends shivers out
Suddenly, I find myself kneeling,
The quiet half of my heart spoke,
You should let them hear our cries.

I screamed and didn't hold back
I emptied my heart and soul
As soon as I found myself light
I stood and thanked Him for this
The sun grew tired and settled
Shadows behind me, I went home
  May 2017 Carlyy
Druzzayne Rika
Simplicity
is difficult to construct
It comes naturally
or doesn't .
  May 2017 Carlyy
nivek
I will sing from the grave
and silence
will be my song
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