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Anne Webb Jun 2017
When people are gone
there is nothing left to fear
the nature is free
Are we hurting our planet?
Anne Webb May 2017
I saw a girl once
and she just gave me a smile
but that was enough
I was having a very bad day and I felt like crying. I got on a bus to go home and that's when I saw her. She was completely normal, there was nothing really special about her. Not the hair, clothes or makeup. But she was just so beautiful. I felt like I could see into her soul. She noticed I was looking at her and just smiled at me. And my day suddenly got a whole lot better. The power of a smile...
Anne Webb May 2017
Hello
I have a request for you
or a favour if you will
I need an advice
from someone like you
but then I guess I could ask anyone
Still
do you mind?
do you have a minute?
a minute to spare I mean
for someone like me
but then again a minute for anyone
Well
I hope you do
but I guess you’re busy
who isn’t these days?
we rush to live
and keep running around in circles
Oh
did you hear?
they won again
and the others lost
curious huh?
and here I thought it’ll be different this time
Now
excuse me
it seems I’m delirious
I felt different for a while
nevermind, though,
it’s all gone now, all back to normal
Right
my question
I almost forgot
see, I’ve lost something
something important to me;
I seem to have lost myself in the crowd
Once
I looked around
And I couldn’t find my shadow
between all the same people
I blended in with the crowd
and I think I wasn’t the only one
Thanks
for your help
(help us, will you?)
we all need to find ourselves
but hurry up before we all
lose our shadows and become one
Anne Webb Mar 2017
It's a person's Life,
which is never forgotten,
but it's a person's Death,
that makes us never forget.
  Mar 2017 Anne Webb
Aeerdna
Trapped in a time loop
where all that happens is you
coming to me, kissing my feelings with your smile,
then crashing me
and leaving me there
with my naked hopes
hiding in the deepest grounds of my heart
again and again.

I am the prisoner of my own deathly wishes,
of the same repeating illusions,
and your voice in my head
is singing the same song on repeat
like a broken cassette
stuck in this old, rusty radio that is my mind.

I am trapped in a time loop
and all I do
is getting lost
somewhere on the paths of your soul
where my dreams get born
just so they can go to die.
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