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 Apr 2019 Denise Uy
Van Xuan
why i want to reach this state of life?
i spend my time
my effort
my attention
body and soul
and heart
just to reach this peak
but why?
what is the real purpose of all of this?
did i just chase an empty dream?
everyone congratulate me
but i feel nothing at all
nothing at all
One of my class in philosophy
 Apr 2019 Denise Uy
Eric
Silver
 Apr 2019 Denise Uy
Eric
my mind is full
my life is a lull
my strings they pull
and it takes it's toll
I drop and roll
with flames out , I'm dull
I feel safe behind my walls
and I don't have to walk tall
I just can't take this pain at all
it seeps in , and I'm on a crawl
if I look down , I will fall
if I jump down , that's my call
with my emotions , turning into a ball
I throw them away , rather not feel them at all
but I'll bleed in pain, let me an the silver talk it off.
 Apr 2019 Denise Uy
Ariel
Yearning
 Apr 2019 Denise Uy
Ariel
I feel like I’m swimming in darkness,
Unable to find the light.
Nothing is as it seems.
I yearn for you, I churn for you, but is it the same?
I must be going insane.
Why do I question every little thing?
Why do I doubt your ways?
I simply want you to want me, I guess I’m tired of playing these games
I hate losing at this mental chess
Especially when I know I’m simply playing against myself.
You’re not my enemy.
And yet, out of all the things I wish I could forget,
You will never be on that list, love—
To forget you is to die a slow death.
 Apr 2019 Denise Uy
nsp
I can feel you
getting close
your breath picks up
muscles tense
your face twists
your beautiful
freckled face
into pleasure
you prop yourself
up onto elbows
and explode
back down
onto crisp sheets
quivering
sweaty
at ease
I can feel you
because I know
from across this city
you’re thinking of me
 Apr 2019 Denise Uy
chitragupta
Every night
I wait till 4 AM
when the moon comes
to my part of the sky
and illuminates my windowsill
with her silver light

Lunar radiance
lulls me slowly
I listen to the soft song
with closed eyes
sung by the southern breeze
like gentle wind chimes

The dead letters of Sleep
finally arrive at my postbox desolate
but not long before the neon dial starts screaming,
"IT'S TOO LATE! IT'S TOO LATE!"

It's too late..
On team insomnia we don't believe in sleep.
I want to be a magic like nature
Unpredictable but admirable.
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