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 1d Azaria
Erenn
Raindrops kiss the earth,
he sits beneath the grey sky—
eyes still on the stars.

Clouds hide every light,
but he whispers to the dark,
“Maybe one will fall.”

Storms can’t shake his faith—
even meteors seem far,
but he waits, and waits.

The world says, “Give up.”
He only tightens his grip—
hope like fire inside.

Rain or stars above,
he believes in miracles—
even if they burn.


Erennwrites
Believes in nothing, not dark or light,
No stars to lead through endless night.
Mind a void, heart adrift,
Soul untethered, lost in rift.

No gods to call, no fate to trust,
Just fleeting moments that turn to dust.
Search for meaning but find none near,
Tell me love, is it lonely out there?
this is not about god
Does it hurt
when the nature around you
beckons

and you know it all
to be connected

yet you feel so foreign
like the atoms repel you

you are not a ghost like you think
you make me feel
like a torn paper.

I loved you
like the stars ache
for the moon.

My heart yearns
for you every time
you pass by.

I feel charmolypi
every time I meet you.

I feel solace
with you by my side.
THE WORD CHARMOLYPI MEANS A BEAUTIFUL KIND  OF SORROW
THIS POEM IS FOR THE ONE WHO'S EVER FELT LOVE AND PAIN
 1d Azaria
alex
Much like you
I feel pain
when I am wounded

I cry
when my heart
shatters quietly

I begin to doubt
when silence
lingers too long

And I light like fire
when I feel
seen by you

because, much like you,
I want to be truly loved
even if it’s the last thing I do.
We carry different sorrows but dream alike
But Gordon,
ODB told me to like it raw
So if I bite into a chicken thigh
And realize the rubber texture
Is because I didn’t deep fry
Am I just a donut to you?
Glazed and sprinkled or fruit looped?
This was just something quick that came to me reminiscing about kitchen nightmares
 1d Azaria
Jamie
a girl with books
wobbling as she tries to balance them
she cant be older than seven

A boy in the adult mystery section
repeating to himself
"I need a boys book not a girls book"

A mother with her two children
following her like ducklings
leaving havoc as they pass

A girl and her mom
reading aloud
in the middle of the cooking isle
I love the library
 1d Azaria
alex
It’s always better
to be completely alone
than to feel alone
in a group of people.
I wrote four words today.
Just four.

I bleed my hours into them.
Each syllable
I
weigh.

Like lifting stones from a dry riverbed,
turning each
over
and
over,
until one feels just right
in my hand.

Carefully
carving,
studying
and playing
with each one:
  Which catches the light just right?
  Which plays well with the others?
  What are you trying to tell me?

But mostly,
I discard.

Four words.

All my labor for the day--
Just four words.

It was a good day.
(Part of the 'Four Words' collection. The other work is called 'I Read Four Words Today')
 1d Azaria
Arii
I don’t want to die,
I want to cease to exist.
To never have been born
And never have lived
For my soul and body to disappear
For any memory of me to be gone
To dissolve into nothingness and
Never have been anything at all
Random write at 10pm I forgot what day
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