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Ale Jun 2020
Does it still exist?
The invisible line that supposedly ties us together,
Haven’t felt in what feels like ages.
A glimpse into our thread,
Showed it’s shadow,
Flickering slowly against the light,
Running out of energy,
It has been gradually loosening up,
Throughout the years
It hasn’t left,
Just yet.
And I know it’s because of me,
You stopped trying
The minute the belt left a mark on my skin
Father and Daughter. *Sigh*
  Jun 2020 Ale
Amanda Sant'Anna
Hey kid
Have you ever tried
To tie a family together
With your ribbon bow?
  Jun 2020 Ale
Tina Willmanson
I am hurt but not lost
I am broken but not shattered
I am breathing but not alive
I am me lost in time

Life was fun, full of joy
Now life is funny with no joy
I was young, dumb and fine
Now I am teen, aware and blind

Something happened but was unknown
Now nothing happened but is known
I was confused and overwhelmend
I have solved but still overwhelmend

I was aware but not brave
I am aware but not brave
I live in past with the present beside
I have future that fears the both
I am me lost in time...
  Jun 2020 Ale
Louie Blaise
A slow,
pain-absorbent
Difficult,
depressing moment
There's not much to expect
But to wait
when it will end
when is your end.
I'd rather
Be extinct in an instant,
expire abruptly
Than decay
and lose hope.
Ale Jun 2020
My body disintegrates
in front of my own eyes
And I slowly flow into the air.

I can see everything from up here,
from the bigger image
to the tiniest of details
The wind carries me through towns,
cities,
states,
countries,
parks and houses,
oceans and deserts,
through the lives of many.

I live vicariously through your life,
your problems are my problems,
your feelings my feelings.
You mold my shapeless existence
around yourself.  

I am the scary waves
fighting against each other,
I am the sun
that burns your skin,
I am the rain that soaks
through your clothes
and leaves you cold and lonely.
I am the sunset
that softly paints golden the afternoon,
the moon that shines where lovers meet,
the worn out,
brittle pages that fill your heart with joy
and make your mind wonder.
Im am everything that exists
and ever existed
and I am nothing at once.
I am an empty shell
Resting at the bottom
Of the lonely, dark ocean floor
I feel nothing,
I am no one.
I didn’t pay much attention to the structure of this poem, sorry. Unfortunately, I waste the majority of my time asking myself existential questions that are always detrimental to my mental health, and there are times where I feel like am nothing at all.
  Jun 2020 Ale
Serendipity
True respect stems from love not fear.

If a child respects a parent out of love, and does something bad and gets away with it, their guilt will consume them and they may confess and do the right thing.

If a child respects a parent out of fear, they will simply be happy they did not get punished and avoided fear.
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