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  Jul 2018 Anya
Ciel Noir
tree
light with flowers
hope
heavy with apples
joy
Anya Jul 2018
Before I realized it
I began writing for the readers
Not completely
But
Through little things
I avoided long
Too much rambling
Uninteresting
I subconsciously
Diverged towards
Topics I believed would catch my readers attention
Still involving my emotions
Yet
With bias
Which begs the question
Who am I writing for
Truly?
Anya Jul 2018
It’s a coming
Not yet arrived
Seemingly soon
Yet out of reach
Only there for the journey
Chasing after an untouchable destination
Which begs the question
Are you there for the journey or
The destination?
Anya Jul 2018
I sit there alone;
in my cozy corner
nose buried deep in a book
But eyes occasionally peeping out,
to watch as they play;
it’s joyful faces;
far away.
Anya Jul 2018
A thousand worries
swarm my mind in an instant
A thousand warnings
ring the alarm
A thousand tingles
race up my spine
My stomach knots
my face burns
My mind unsuccessfully
tries to tamp it down
I grit my teeth,
Close my eyes...
Anya Jul 2018
Everything is so new,
so much better,
so much more interesting.
I want
to do everything
I want
to try everything
I want
to experience everything
For the time is now;
And I am ready.
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