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Harry Gione May 2018
I feel empty
Parts of me are drifting in the ocean
I can't swim
And get sea sick too easily
I just sit on this rock
in the middle of the ocean
Watching myself float into the deep blue
Taking off my hat and waving them off
Hoping that they return with more life than I could've given them
Harry Gione May 2018
He screams after seasons of silence
Why is it so hard for you to stay the same?
i whisper after seasons of silence
even the leaves wilt in Autumn
Harry Gione May 2018
You have now lingered too long
And have settled on hard parts
That are not too inhabitable by eyes that observe with love
Harry Gione May 2018
The World is filled
With People putting Their Lives on Paper
am i supposed to act like mine should be framed?
Harry Gione May 2018
I live in a comic book covention of my own hatred
Being reflected back on to me as we rub shoulders
"Welcome, enjoy the view, the coffee is blunt and the biscuits point fingers
But hey, at least you'll always have company"
Harry Gione May 2018
I could've been a lemur
But the deity decided to make me a human
And now I'm here and you're here
And we both wish that we were somewhere else
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