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I went from liking things to just clicking like on things.

I merged my reality to my online identity, but something was lost, not just in the translation, but inside of me.

Technology.
If you're a flower,
Then I'm a ***,
Because you grew up,
And I did not.
I am a thousand million words
Letters sung and silence
A hundred kinds of laughter
Breaking up the quiet
A trillion upset feeling
Grouping, giant riot
A kiss, a dare to try it
I refuse to hear a tone
Even as golden rich as yours
Say I am not worth it
When mine you haven’t heard
You haven't tried it
You haven’t pressed your fingers
Along old withered words
Pages un-flipped, not turned
Haven’t inhaled the smell
Of  pretty printed page
Haven looked past the cover
To see what i have to say
Do not tell me i'm not worth it
You haven't read the words yet
I'm the best thing you don't know yet
And what if I told
      you the world was on
           fire like a burning man,
        absorbed in his work,
              painfully turning to
                     productive ash

could this truth light
       the words from your
         lips, warm my
      sentiment as if
                  ignition is perpetually
                       within the scope of
               time like a teacup
           slipped under the table
I remember the  rainy summer days -
my feet caressing the clean stones,
each and every of the simple ways
of walking on the copper tones
of our sunsets.

The air was sweet and mild
and I was running freely, careless
my hair was flying wild
and I was wearing my mother's dress
Fluid soft silk - and orange tinted
with Japanese roses printed.


I kept on falling
for it was too long,
My skin was drowning
in the salty drops,
and life was growing
bold and strong
breathing.

The road had little lakes,
I can see it clearly now -
my present gently breaks
in front of their muddy scent -
I feel these clothes too heavy,
These sunsets incandescent...

How I long to feel again
That innocence so dearly;  
To get off this villain train,
and run away from this mess

Wandering freely,  
Wearing my mother's dress.
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