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Someone has to kick Disney
out of all our heads
and break the bad news
to all those poor young girls
now in their 30s and 40s
still waiting for prince charming
But let's not forget
the poor young boys too
who have been broken so many times
they'd rather stay alone forever
The true romantics
for they tried to make things happen
rather than waiting for things to happen
To
Them
Which makes the shock of reality
All
The
More
Devastating
2025, Liminality
 Jun 19 Kalliope
HANI
i want to fall in love again,
with the only thing that kept me sane,
—books.

i want to fall in love with reading again,
i missed all those days i spent just reading.

where i was drowned in those words,
where i didn’t bothered by others.

where i kicked my feets,
and giggling to myself.

i used to insecure with my readings,
i don’t read much heavy genres,
but then i decided to not give a ****,
because i love reading.

i want to read more so i know more,
so i have more words to write,
so i can feel more things,
so i can think.
since i started working, i rarely read these days. i’m happy i have a job, but i feel like i’m lost without reading. to me, reading is the need, a must.

and since my main job is to write, i need to read more so i can write nicely. hopefully, i can get back the sparks to read again. in the meantime, please pray for me.
The dragon spits fire
Tired of its own breath it sighs ,
and burns down a town.
 Jun 19 Kalliope
JDK
Ghosts
 Jun 19 Kalliope
JDK
The spiral down.
The leaking of pocketed things
swirling above towards sunlight:
3D text of a spilled life.

What you did.
Who you loved.
The things you ate and the things that ate you up.

Awakening in reverse.
A return to the obscurity from which you were born.

The sea keeps no record,
marks nothing in stone,
but sings a eulogy for everyone ever lost to it
heard from any coast.
The sound of all the breaths they can't take any more of.
Roses are red
Netanyahu is a swine
I pray to the Lord for
A free Palestine
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 Jun 19 Kalliope
Damocles
I promise I’m not trying to tear you from your energy
Shadows dancing in you like your enemies
A matinee of all your memories
Ping pong nerves trying to tear you out of me
Still beating despite the scars etched in effigy.

I still see you when the lights get low,
Glad you haunt me even I can do this on my own
Got a few demons on my shoulder keeping company.
I’d give you my soul but it’s out on loan
Signed documents to give me closure
If only for exposure
Penning my words a one way discourse
Discussed in my disgust, but who am I to bemoan?

I’m just traveling on distant shores,
Sinking to the bottom,
Losing myself in lore
Pretense in my pretend
My fiction is makeup over the real
A bruise concealed
But the truth revealed is my pain is raw like a bad tooth
Exposed like a nerve root
Play violin chords in my heart strings
And watch as I dissipate.

Do you still see me when the light gets low?
Do you know I haunt you when you’re on your own?
Glad to keep you company
Spare me a moment for your sympathy
As we mourn in morning light
And give me the night, the night, the night .
Sometimes you wear masks to hide the real pain and sometimes you feel like a ghost because you’re so lost in the fiction of pretending to be ok.
Life's journey mapped out
All movement choreographed
Fate claims a victim.
 Jun 19 Kalliope
Arpitha
Clouds
 Jun 19 Kalliope
Arpitha
Clouds roll in
Dark and scary
Threaten to push me under
Ask them to come join me
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