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Mar 2018 · 230
Snow
Noel S Mar 2018
Wee drops of crystallized water
Creating soft ice whilst falling
Blown away by the wind's gust
Slowly brought towards the ground
Fluttering before reaching it
Caught on a tree's leafless branch

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A day in spring, the flakes melts
Turned back into rain once more
Kissing its saver's figure
Soaked up by its roots of dry
Forever entombed in dirt
To one day all bad defy
So nothing can ever hurt
Let's just say I was inspired by the weather
Mar 2018 · 154
Thoughts
Noel S Mar 2018
Sometimes I wonder if I'm not allowed to be sad
Like I should be happy all the time and if I seem to be feeling down something is 'wrong'
Like there has to be a cause
For without a cause you're happy...right?
Mar 2018 · 178
My Illusion
Noel S Mar 2018
I wake up at night, unruffled
A smile on my face, a lie
I howl from a nightmare
My mirror is shattered
My life reflected in the pieces
It's like a phantasm,
Where I'm the monster
I can't seem to like myself even just a little, but writing down my feelings makes it easier to suppress what's happened and it gives me hope for a better life in the future
Mar 2018 · 164
A Beautiful Idea Of Death
Noel S Mar 2018
Sometimes, when you're being buried, you're just being planted as a seed to regrow
Why don't think of death as something beautiful?
Mar 2018 · 111
If...
Noel S Mar 2018
If you'd be here
If you'd be here
If you'd be here, I'd take your hand in mine
If I'd be brave
If I'd be brave
If I'd be brave, I'd make you notice me
If we'd have love, and all above, we wouldn't care
But that's a lie
We all will die
Pray your goodbye
One of the first poems I made
Mar 2018 · 199
A Wish For Love
Noel S Mar 2018
It could've been your smile that lightened up the world
It could've been a hand on your injured substance
It could've been an adoration, for eternity
But not, it was nothing but a overly realistic dream
A thing I think we all can relate to:
Lovelessness; the search for love; or a mere hope
Mar 2018 · 235
The Silent Screech
Noel S Mar 2018
Her wail drowned in a deep, black ocean
So atrocious to be subdued by her own body
She locked the gate to her mind and hid the key in her heart
For who would find it and care enough to save her soul from complete numbness?
Her body instead consumed the scars and her depression slowly drained her of life
"For who would notice?" her mind thought with a sharpteethed grin
"The good die young, thus it means I'm good?" the girl quietly asked herself
And then laughed
For she couldn't cry
Couldn't care less
Couldn't see herself any longer
It was HER life and she would either die in vain now, close her eyes and drift away peacefully when the time comes, or break and deal with the pain alone
For the truth may hurt, but secrets ****
Thus she kept quiet to not concern anybody but herself
But even then her unbearable suffering went unseen, unheard
And the one way out always echoed in the back of her head
Taking over har actions
She cut
She bled
She prayed
She could finally scream loud
'Cause...she's dead
A mirroring of my own depression, thoughts I think and feelings I feel. I'm still a beginner so I would love tips for improvement

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