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Walking through imaginary woods
I tripped over a root strangely square
Fell and hit my head on a log
And radically, I'm still there.
You use such big words
I wonder how you *speak.
Nobody knows me
I am a stranger to all
Especially me.
Grown-ups were supposed
To be good role models; then,
You realize they're not.
I am the word on the tip of your tongue
But you just can't remember me
I am the eyelash caught in your eye
That you just can't seem to free

I am the whisper in your ear
That you just can't quite catch
I am the bulb you replaced in your fan
That never really matched

I am the carpet under your feet
That you trample unconsciously
I am the dream you have every night
But you never remember me.
My 300th poem, btw.
I'm in a bad perspective
Selfish in my worldview
I apolpgize for judging everyone
I'm just as messed up as you.
Go away!* he said, Just leave!
I don't want you here anymore.
But she replied, Oh no, I won't,
And with her love, he soared.
Sky
Sky, oh won't you cry
And sing a song of sadness
Rain and run the risk.
You're caught in my throat
Partially in my sore lungs
You're why I can't breathe.
You were a whispered word
I wished I'd never heard.
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