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Zoe Sep 2013
When time passes the way it does
can we pause
stay in place
but fast forward
and see what the future holds?
When time goes by quickly
can we enjoy every moment?
When time moves slowly
can we enjoy what we can?
Time is not the enemy
How we spend that time
is to blame
for the disappointment
and even the joy
When time stops
can we not be sad
and know it was spent the way we wanted?
Zoe Jun 2013
From a chicken nugget
to the moon
we are each others
From being crazy, off the wall weird
to calm and mellow
we are each others
From afar
to aclose
we are each others
From the moon
to a chicken nugget
we are happily each others
Zoe May 2013
Worthless
Waste of space
time
money
oxygen
Selfish
Self absorbed
naive
arrogant
liar
A Piece of Crap
that people get annoyed with
from stepping on
and slide your nothingness away against the
hot
rough
concrete
Worthless
is what you have made of yourself
Zoe Apr 2013
The fan whirring by and by
sounding off any unsettling thoughts
The heat still settled
unwilling to move
The dark dew outside my window seeps in
releasing an exausting sigh
The sheets clean
and comfortable
The body tired
and worn
Yet
sleep will surely never come tonight
for there is too much in tomorrow
Zoe Apr 2013
people feel things differently
go through things differently
learn differently
I don't understand why there's a comparison
why there's a need
to compare feelings with others
we're different
with different backgrounds
why compare
the incomparable?
Zoe Feb 2013
waking up in a bed
too soaked in tears
too worn by the thrashing body swarmed by nightmares
too old to hold back its squeaks
too tired of the stupid nonsense that occurs on random nights
waking up in a room
that has been beaten
that has been stormed through
that has been yelled at
that has been deteriorating by the guests' own selfishness
waking up
is hard to do
when the first thing you see each ******* morning
is your own self destruction
Zoe Feb 2013
The crisp sounds
of the trail
the pure nature
the peace of it all
yet
A headache that was too much to bare
made my nose drip blood
and taint some purified leafs
Guilt began to strangle me
I picked up the two stained leafs
the leafs illuminated the color red
against its dark brown canvas
my nose was still bleeding
The crisp sounds were shuttering about
I fall to my knees
with the leafs in hand
I look up to the branched covered sky
and think
Guilt
the feeling tightens around my neck
and my wrists
making me let go of the leafs
the pressure in my skull made the blood from my nose spew
the constriction grew stronger
and stronger
as I fall to my side
and grasp for one last breathe
i think
Guilt
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