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 Dec 2020 Laiba
Erika
he said he couldn’t breathe,
so they took his last breath
I’m so sick of feeling like it’s never going to stop. It needs to stop. It’s exhausting to know that everyday social injustice keeps happening and now that something is being done about it, everyone is ******. When I can raise my sons and daughters and not fear for their life. Only then, will I be satisfied.
 Dec 2020 Laiba
Tatiana
Untitled
 Dec 2020 Laiba
Tatiana
Lungs sprout seeds I can't breathe
flowers grow like weeds
each breath that leaves me
smells of drought-dry daisies
I quite like the idea of blossoms
blooming in my skull
so at least the pressure builds something beautiful
and the migraine will be eased
by rain upon my face
lace my fingers together
and pray that the flames wait one more day.

Flames wait for the earth to dry
heat evaporates tears that I cry
we will have time to burn the past alive
before the rain before the flames
say goodbye
my heart skips beats like stones in a lake
what hurt from the past will I forsake?
and no longer hold as a keepsake of a time
where crime was fine as long as it was mine.

Fire, strike a match to my ire
I apologize to the flames
I let go of the blame.
Fire, light a match to my desire
to let go of my mistakes
and change, I want to change.

When I'm nothing but ash
I will create a new path
of fire
I'm fire
I'm alive
and full of life
©Tatiana
Here's a song I wrote and still don't know what to title it
 Dec 2020 Laiba
Tatiana
Phone Calls
 Dec 2020 Laiba
Tatiana
talking on the phone makes my skin crawl
I can't see who I'm talking to
maybe they're rolling their eyes
or silently laughing as I trip over my words
perhaps they're trying to hide me
for someone else in the room would rather I not speak
and it's ridiculous, truly, I don't want to talk
People calling requesting estimates for their homes
no heats, no ac, no need to hear from me
I'll check the messages and send them on their way
but they call again and again and again
wanting to know if I got their message
do they really need to hear from me?
Honestly! I'm the go between!
Just leave a message with the info I requested
on my answering machine.
I got your message, I really did
I sent it to where it needed to go
you don't have to talk to me, please stop trying
I turn the volume down on my phone
stop calling me, I won't answer
but your message won't go unheard
stop calling me, I won't answer
my silent phone rings with recorded words
©Tatiana
Every time my phone rings at work for the past 2 days, my skin has crawled. So I'm letting things ring out, recording the messages and then returning calls if need be or sending the messages to where they need to go. Because I can't answer a phone call right now without feeling massively unprepared for whatever conversation may happen. I don't like phone calls and there are days where I can handle them no problem. And then there are days like yesterday and today where the thought of picking up that phone makes me nauseous and I can't even focus on what I'm supposed to do because I'm so nervous about it.
It'll pass. I know it will. I'd like for it to pass sooner though.
 Dec 2020 Laiba
Tatiana
Seeing Spots
 Dec 2020 Laiba
Tatiana
I'm seeing spots
when I stand
up too quickly
time passes by
slowly when I
watch the clock
tick in circles
hands search for
each other and
for one minute
they will meet
and provide comfort
©Tatiana
 Dec 2020 Laiba
Tatiana
Draft 1/?
 Dec 2020 Laiba
Tatiana
I'll take a walk that I won't return from
leaving behind coats and mittens
in hopes I'll become frostbitten
and numb
©Tatiana

This isn't really a planned series as much as it's a need to empty my drafts which I have over 200 of.
 Dec 2020 Laiba
Kafka Joint
Don't look at me,
Look to me,
Look out for me.
 Dec 2020 Laiba
Erika
moon song
 Dec 2020 Laiba
Erika
and so the moon weeps

for the millionth time

as it is the millionth night

far too few souls

are willing

to dance in her light
 Dec 2020 Laiba
Eshwara Prasad
For some Cow is a meat.

For some it's a milk giving animal.

For some it's  God.

Same cow, different perceptions !

Life is a perception !
 Nov 2020 Laiba
Mari
Bad poems.
 Nov 2020 Laiba
Mari
I think I
got bad
at poetry.
 Nov 2020 Laiba
Mari
Harsh.
 Nov 2020 Laiba
Mari
I'm not sensitive,
The world is just
Too harsh.
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