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 Nov 2020 Dreyasten
Kafka Joint
You don't have to be odd,
To get even.
 Mar 2020 Dreyasten
Chris Saitta
Death undoes itself like a woman undoes her dress
With knowing look and shrewd-salt of beguilement
Of supple shoulders and bared back, of life shimmying
Down the legs of the longest dark road of disappearing.
 Feb 2020 Dreyasten
misha
your name is
forbidden in
my mouth
or in my heart
because when
i think about
you;

i'll cry a little more,
hurt a little stronger
love a little softer
because you no longer
make me feel sober

i'm drunk on the
memory of you
if only i could chase you with pizza but shots don't work like that
 Feb 2020 Dreyasten
Traveler
I want her too much
But.............................
I'm just a good dude

I always support her
Ya...............................
I'm one of her fool's

I've had enough
Well......................
I'm up to my neck

As much as I try
Sadly...................
I cannot connect

It's time to move on
Slam!!!.....................
My heart is a door

I'll love her forever
But...........................
Just not any more.
Traveler Tim
it's quiet
the fridge is humming
the tap is dripping
the clock is ticking
my heart is beating
all this noise and yet it's quiet
I'm in an upside-down world
With an upside-down heart
The sky is in the sea
And I'm sailing in the clouds
I reach for the sun and in my hands it falls apart
And what was once a thousand colours
Is now a grey shroud
My eyes fill with wonder
At a woebegone world
And my soul fills with peace
At the reverberating silence
I've tethered nature to my ship of ether
It's all withered and curled
At its helm I stand, marvelling at what I've built
My pedestal, my island
I went to the graveyard
And layed flowers for my girl
it was oh so quiet around me
The air was cold
and my hands were cold
and my heart was cold
When drops of water fell
I looked up
and the sky was crying too
Everything is a lie
The pages of my books
Turned to powder and coated my eyes
And now the things I see are hazy
And I think that I am going crazy
Everything is a lie
They took my head
And filled it with butterflies
Now I think the sky is grey
And I see your face in the mirror
If I plunge a knife in my heart
And wake up again
Will I see a new life?
Will I see a new me?
Oh no, but I'm very empty inside
The knife would just
Find its way out free
I stare at the mirror
not because I'm vain
and not because I'm pretty
I stare at the mirror
because the person looking back
is not me
It's a black, shadowy wisp
that runs away
when I try to touch it
I'm referring to myself as a shadowy wisp because nobody really notices me anywhere and I shy away when someone does notice.
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