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 Apr 2022 Shang
Maria Mitea
in an even more distant land
where love is a devil eating chains
at a big banquet
hope, a hungry wolf admiring him with lust,
I will go to a country
where souls are called like soldiers in an unconscious war
underground
the curse, a gentle baby suckled by the grass
****** death,  our joy
anger, flying stars
fear, dancing bride
tears broken kisses from victoria waterfall
rain, crayfish in tomato sauce,

let's get rid of this winter
I'm ready to do anything
but anything,
I"ll make death from the water
and  life from the swords,
red blood  shine like the sun,

white and beautiful
this winter wants everything to look like mastery that caresses our eyes,
bears in a den,
when I feel crying like a naughty child
I will go far, far away...
where the earth trembles under your voice
and sad eyes  hug like two prayers on the streets of philadelphia
 Dec 2021 Shang
Jake
It’s funny.
I’ve always hated you
Because I thought I had to.
I would take every opportunity
To make fun of the way you looked,
The way you sounded,
The way you acted,
The way you thought.
I began to go out of my way to ignore you,
And you began to go out of your way to avoid me.
You stopped talking about your interests.
You started to dress boringly to blend in.
You let your hair grow out to hide your face.
It got to the point where
I began to forget
That you ever existed at all.
And when that happened
My life was stripped of all joy,
And I became nothing more
Than a walking corpse.
However,
I think I’ve finally realized
how badly I need to liberate you.
I have to let you share the things you enjoy.
I have to let you dress the way you want.
I have to let you think and act freely.
Most of all,
I have to let you be yourself.
Because you really are quite beautiful,
And I love you.
 Dec 2021 Shang
Jake
A heart half empty,
A heart half full,
However you look at it
My life has grown dull.
I’m not trying to be dramatic,
I’m not trying to complain,
I really just want
To get rid of this pain.

No self love,
No self hate,
I guess that I
Just tolerate
The person I am,
The things that I do.
Is anything I feel
Genuinely true?

I want to stay composed,
I want to cry.
I don’t want to exist,
Yet I don’t want to die.
So I continue this life,
Though it isn’t great,
Because I want to find happiness
And it’s well worth the wait.
Felt depressed, might delete later.
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