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 Feb 2015 Seven
Sierra Scanlan
Maybe we'll meet again one day at a coffee shop in the city and then, the timing will be right
 Feb 2015 Seven
oni
ill
 Feb 2015 Seven
oni
ill
there is heat in my chest
and emptiness in my heart
that i cant fix
 Feb 2015 Seven
Tiffany
We're bowing down to a system
Which uses us like pawns
Controlling our very actions
From the moment our first breath is drawn

We're not using our free will
If such a thing exists
They're subjecting us to their ideals
Molding our minds with an iron fist

I'm waking from this living nightmare
And why is it only me
Whose desperate to escape this fate
Why am I the only one to see

I try clawing my way out
But it's useless and I wonder
*Is it better to be aware and helpless
Or ignorant and still under?
To consciously decide
not to even try
is to opt for the preclusion
of possible success.

That is to say,
such a strategy
is a sure way to fail.
 Feb 2015 Seven
Alex McDaniel
lonely eyes fall on deaf ears

-a six word story
 Feb 2015 Seven
Bethany Wooward
the moon that we share
will always outshine the clouds
that separate us.
 Feb 2015 Seven
ryn
Flame
 Feb 2015 Seven
ryn
.
•    
re-
     kindle
    the spark
   that governed
    this game•the fire
  that once burnt as bri-
  ght as sun•all of this once
before, had a name•but now
is weak from the time it had be-
gun•there was a time when it wo-
uld consume•......it would defy the
odds....just so it could burn as one•
frantic and desperate for the magic
to resume•uncertainty has carved
itself into the heart that has come
undone•winds bearing ill no-
tions revealed as the enemy•
stitch up the gaps keep-
ing out the rogue
gust•
  pro
tect
  the
light that burns ever weakly•rejuve-
nate the spirit that harbours broken trust
•rekindle me now... i'm still in the game•
the heart                   save the     you will
isn't                              candle           need
ready                           and              to see
to make                         nur-              me    
sense                            ture             with
of the                             it                 this
dark•                             to                  in-  
                                    fla-              sig-  
                                   me•             nia
                                     ­                     as my
                                                         mark
                                                         •
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