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 Dec 2024 Morning
snipes
Gone is known as missing,
and my baby hasn’t returned.

That feeling of love,
the look in the eyes,
I’m missing it all.

I stand here and hold bare.
I fall close to the sky’s openness.
I’ll be let lose to find my baby
but by the years end I’ll be gone
and I’ll let tomorrow
be tonight’s mystery
 Feb 2020 Morning
Heather
You wake up
With your mind full of positivity
Ready to take on the day
With the mindset that today is the day
Everything will change
You feel good
Spirited
A spring in your step
But guess what
Somewhere deep in your mind
You know it isn't going to last
And you're right
Something happens that just takes all that spirit away
You're back to your usual self
The down sad one
What do you do
Allow that mishap take you back
Or do you learn from it and continue
I know it's easier said than done
But for ourselves we gotta move on
We can't let these little bumps keep us down
We get back up and keep going
Even if you don't feel like it
And you rather just stay hidden
But no, let's move on and get better
Because we owe that much to ourselves
We deserve to be happy
 Feb 2019 Morning
Eyla
A confession.
 Feb 2019 Morning
Eyla
most people see me as
a happy person because
i laugh easily,
i smile a lot,
i joke a lot.

but deep down
in my heart,
i am fragile,
i can get hurt easily,
but i choose to not
show it to the world.

instead of being sad,
i choose to laugh to cover it.
maybe you can call me
"the queen of the mask"

by this,
you can tell
that most of the time
when I'm laughing,
I'm not really laughing,
i was trying so hard to hide
my sadness.
 Feb 2019 Morning
Fox Friend
every body
is addicted to something
& this body
seems to love
sadness
darkness
& pain -
this mind
unearths emotions
that cause
quite the commotion
to encourage a reaction
so intense
just to distract
from the silence
Maybe brains get addicted to emotions just like they do to other substances and that's why this memory that makes me sick keeps plaguing my mind over and over and over and
 Feb 2019 Morning
Simoné
It took me seven years
to realise
the words in my mind
were too deep for
my mouth to dig up
I thought it was easier
to open my skin
and let the truth
pour down my arms

It took me seven years
to realise
nobody should be allowed
to touch parts
of your home
or hold pieces  
of your heart
that you don't yet understand

It took me seven years
to realise
I will wear these scars
forever
I'll carry them
through every smile
every kiss
every concerned gaze
I'll carry them
to my grave

It took me seven years
to realise
the pain carved
into the walls
of my castle
etchings of
attempting to disappear
are not a story of weakness
but a tale of
how I survived
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