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Fighting hard ,
Just to stay awake.
Thinking back ,
On my mistakes..
When will I ever learn?

Headphones on,
The world is gone.
Drowning in the rhythm ,
To my favorite song..
Where will I find my place?

Hiding far,
Behind these blue eyes.
No one can tell,
It's just a disguise..
Who would ever notice?

Sitting alone,
Throughout the day.
Daydreaming of places,
I can go to get away..
What would it take to leave?

Writing seems,
To free my mind..
All of my thoughts,
Just seem to unwind..
Why do I find this helpful?

Staring outside,
At the passerbys..
Wondering who's lives
Are a web of lies...
How are we alike?
An intensity of a thought, and the intimacy of feeling produce the sound,
The announcement, immediate and incomplete, but monumental -
The outpour of falling words, running from my mouth like water droplets from the clouds…
A leap towards faith and freedom, towards the excitement of uncertainty -
Experiencing a brief moment of weightless resilience,
Strong, proud and fearless…
Fiercely crashing into their destination without restraint,
Saturating the contents,
          Slowly falling, seeping down further –
                                                               ­             Layer…
                                             ­                                                       Upon layer…
Hopefully finding welcome,
                                  Hopefully finding reciprocation.


It starts with an intensity of a thought, and the intimacy of feeling to produce the sound...
I hope I have depicted this moment well enough for understanding... This is always a scary moment. To be certain about how you feel, and the wonder if they feel the same...

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