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May 2017 · 480
Insomnia
River May 2017
Insomnia - not made for the weak of mind, body or soul
I believe that those of us who have been gifted with insomnia know many truths
The truth of ourselves
The truth of this infinite being of a universe
For it is in myself being an insomniac, I've discovered different dimensions
Not just out there, in the world
But in my head
For I have seen the galaxies dance with the cosmos
And the cosmos dance with us, with me
It is in being an insomniac that I have gotten to know who I am
And it is in being an insomniac that I will discover my life's path of genuity, my purpose.
There are no more rooms available for grey areas.
Jan 2016 · 4.1k
Goddess
River Jan 2016
She's a goddess

A beautiful creation
Flaunting perfection
An excruciating temptation

Conniving temptress
Gaining eternal interests

A goddess above all
She watches men fall

Her piercing eyes
Sing of broken lullabies

Her beauty lies within the tide.
Scorpios are captivating.
Jan 2016 · 1.5k
Flash of Bright Light
River Jan 2016
I love you.

You challenged my heart
Made me feel something
A pure connection

I love you.

You truly cared
Unfortunately,
You had no choice but to leave

But I do love you

Losing you was like losing a part of myself
You were a bright flash of light
Coming towards me
100 miles per hour

I love you.

You touched my heart
Pierced my soul
Showed me things that I never was shown
Made me feel things as valuable as gold

I love you.

Taking on this certain way that no one else could
You moved me
You took me farther than "the further"

I love you.

Unadulterated,
Like the beauty of the pellucid stars in the night sky
Again, I say, you are a flash of bright light

And in the end,
Everything always comes to one particular actuality

I still love you.
What can I say? Some forms of love can never be lost.
Jan 2016 · 640
Connection
River Jan 2016
Are we moving
Or are we just staring back
At our own reflections
Trying to find the connection
Between ourselves and living

It seems so cold
Living a life so bold
A life of broken promises and shattered dreams
Only doing what we're told

Finding who we are
Where we belong
It all seems so far

I can only imagine
If this life is worth living
Trying so hard to fit in

Eventually, I just gave up
Because I can't find the connection
Is life really worth living?

— The End —