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He lies flat on the rooftop
looking at the stars.

Useless worlds birthing and dying
he muses
the colossal magnificence of waste

if atrophy is the verdict
why create a complex web of universe
just because someone from an island
would stare at them
in awe of the beauty
seeking a key to the riddle
himself a grain of dust
lost in reading the firmament
and not grasping
of what significance
he is
within his shrinking space and time
in an expanding universe.
Words are now
as if
I never wrote

gather as an aching
lump in my throat.

They don't seek paper
only a river
to pour and mingle
in refrains of a dumb sadness
flow away
sunburned and tidewashed
to where the river is widest
deepest with sighs
of life not enough
in once only
and when just begun
ending broken on the shore.
[July 15, 2016]

He lives within the tortured recesses of his soul
Inside the darkness, where no one can stroll
Dwelling within a faceless world divided by fear
He would know this pain, but can no longer feel

An emotionally dead silhouette divided from society
No words reach him, he is forever cloaked in anxiety
Suffering within his mind, an everlasting war of pain
Inside this meaningless world, his emotions are slain

Between the searing winds and the raging tide
Inside the agony of his shallow tortured mind
Locked in a battle between right and wrong
Inside his misery is where he belongs

His transparent eyes consumed by forgotten despair
In the depths of his pain, within his own nightmare
An endless plague, filled with rotting decay and the heartless
To fight against ignorance, torment and pain within silence

For he is a prisoner, shedding blank tears of compassion
For a real world, he fights to bring salvation
For this poisoned world, tonight he breaks his chains
All he desires, is to free the world from pain
Author Note: Contains the titles of my previous works.

Pain [July 15, 2016]
Genre: Fiction/Collaboration
A story about a man who feels the pain and suffering of those around him.
[July 25, 2016]

Staring into their lifeless eyes
He is ready for his inevitable demise
The victims of slaughter splattered against the wall
Their lifeless hands reach towards him from beneath the hall

The corpses cold, filled with endless malice
They corner him, trap him within their madness
Shivering beneath their demonic icy grasp
Their voices rasp like shattering glass

Infinite anguish forever fills his memories
They remind him of their life, death and forgotten misery
The pain caused by torture, the cycle of hatred and regret
They force him into their nightmare, his lies he must confess

Their judgment stands above him, ghosts of the written past
Within his guilt, despair falls upon him with infinite mass
Refusing to repent from the endless suffering and agony
They push him down, ignoring the laws of physics and gravity

Through the stone and earth, they push him through the dirt
Falling into an abyss, absorbing all the pain and hurt
Lower and lower, he burns within the fires of the earth
They separate his body and soul, ****** for all he’s worth

Within the myths and legends, he is a villain
He is lost to the world, trapped within his prison
For eternity, he is doomed to burden the world’s pain
For he must atone for their anguish, those he had slain
Anguish [July 25, 2016]
Category: Fiction/Myth
1. A story about a man who must pay for sins he committed.
2. Can represent myths about demons in the underworld, Hades, etc.
 Oct 2016 Abdallah Sadiq
Luisa C
My new neighbour depression,
lives in a house rotting in the ground,
scarred wood torn away and roof tiles scattered,
with garden flowers withering away,
trees cracking at the slightest move of the wind.
Ever since he moved in a storm cloud
hangs low over the neighbourhood,
soaking my lawn and treading on my grass.
My neighbour depression
throws heavy stones to crack my windows,
leaves untidily scrawled messages of hatred in my letterbox,
leaving a trail of black paint up to his backgate.
My neighbour depression
takes advantage of my protection of thin walls,
and each day attempts to crash through them like a wrecking ball,
slowly dimming my lights and making shadows in my room
appear darker and bigger.
My neighbour depression
walks down the street like a black hole,
******* out all the sound around him.
And my neighbour depression
is starting to make me forget what my voice sounded like.
because i didn't want to leave her by herself
maybe it's because i felt sorry for her
it was sad, in a sweet and distant way
her always looking so out of place among the crowd
a face you cannot read, but i can see she's ready to break
tight lips and perfect makeup adorning her eyes to hide ...
hide ...
i guess i wanted to show her that she didn't need to hide from me
like the leaves falling at our feet,
i wanted to catch her before she breaks
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