Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Early morning,
fog hugging the earth,
Coffee in my hands,
warmth in my soul.

A simple blessing,
A calm moment.
POV: You're sipping bittersweet coffee on your balcony, in winter morning after pulling all-nighter for studying or work.
And the best part? No one else is awake yet.
just you.... hehehe :)
The trees breathe
in a language
older than time.
I’ve got this massive curry leaves tree in my garden. It’s my unofficial therapist..... hehe
Yep, I share my problems with it—big, small, and downright embarrassing...
But I make sure no one’s watching. I don’t want the neighbors thinking I’ve gone nuts!!
heheheh~~
i want you
to know who i am
i want you
to see my dripping colors
the melted rainbow inside me
i want you
to see my ugly red raw rage
my beautiful deep
blue love
my green forgiveness
and sympathy
my purple
rational thinking
my logic
feel my point of view
like a prism
and i want you
to hear my voice
when i sing
i want you to
listen to my songs
and i want
your real
opinion.

all i want is
to listen to music with you.
i made this really good song. i wish he was here so i could share it with him.
Waiting is good enough
Suffering is good enough
A valley is good enough
I’m tired of being high up
There’s not enough air to keep up
There’s not enough pain to enjoy enough
I reach out,
but your warmth,
has already slipped away.
Moment we realise, the absence is louder than the presence ever was....
Five quick syllables
Then you plug in seven more
Five will wrap it up

©2025
My first ever haiku...or is this a senryu?

~ Haiku ~
An unrhymed verse form of Japanese origin having in English three lines containing usually five, seven, and five syllables respectively
~
The word Haiku comes from the Japanese words hai (amusement) and ku (verse). It is a shortened version of the phrase haikai no ku, which translates to "light verse".
~
 Jan 12 Laura Parsley
Liana
The smallest things
Seem so overwhelming
Take a shower
Get dressed
Get out of bed
Clean
All of them
Seem so hard to do
They take so much energy

I've learned that the only thing that helps

I s

T o

B r e a k

I t

D o w n

Even with the small things

Wheneverharmonicathingsredpilemicrowaveovereachotherlight­bulbitsbalconystartstogetbananacrazy
Sorry if the last part was confusing

(This note was written by someone's autocorrect in their brain malfunctioning a lot. I know many like this.)
 Jan 12 Laura Parsley
Liana
I cannot seem to be able
To unwrap the vines of pain from me
After all
It's in my name

I would do anything
Give anything
To make this bad
Heavy feeling
Be lifted

I would call a plane
And a crane
To get it off my heart
If that's what it takes

I want to feel better already

The time is moving too slow
And too fast
All at once
Who is messing with the clock?
Is it a monster living in the walls
Or is it living in my head?

The vines get tighter
The more I want them to loosen

Are they the problem
Or is it me?
What's the difference
I can't see

It doesn't matter
Get them off of me

I want to feel better already
Liana is a kind of vine

(This note was wrong then by a catfish that was named Pig and ate spaghetti)
Next page