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 Jul 2015 Britney
raine cooper
i've never let go of your hand, even when you don't have the strength to hold mine
©rainecooper
 Jul 2015 Britney
Kiamm
Deathly shadows dance
As the fire's flames flicker
Darkness devours
Intentional alliteration of letters "f", "d" and "s".
 May 2015 Britney
Kiamm
Is patience a virtue,
or does it simply avert you?
 May 2015 Britney
Kiamm
Light
Wages an eternal fight
Against the dark.

But hark!
For light simply fights with what it lacks...
But what does that mean if most of space is black?

If light travels at the cosmic speed limit,
Then how is it possible that darkness can beat it?

So don't believe your science teacher or your pastor,
Because the lack of light can travel a little bit faster.
Playing with the concept of darkness as if it were a physical thing. Also somewhat philosophical in the sense that even light, seen to be the fastest thing in the universe, has difficulty catching up to and facing the lack of itself, as I'm sure we all have at some point.
 May 2015 Britney
Kiamm
The coefficient of my sadness
Is greater than the square root of my madness.
My thoughts are quadratic,
My actions are enigmatic;
My aim is to perplex,
Now all I have to do is solve for x.
 May 2015 Britney
Xyns
I'd love to be your hero
Your knight in shining armor
To take all your pain away

*I'd love to be your damsel in distress
Your Lois Lane, Daphne Blake
Because you're my Clark Kent, my Fred Jones
You're my everything
And, thanks to you, there is no pain
 May 2015 Britney
Mr X
Superhero
 May 2015 Britney
Mr X
I always wanted to be a superhero when I was a kid!
Always had a childish craving for it.




Now,
I am a superhero...my superhero.
Saving and defending my ownself.
Coz' during the troubled times,
No one rescues...its just one being ...standing alone, against all odds.


I wish they had given me one chance,
Just one...



Not to be the hero...
 May 2015 Britney
nova hunt
sometimes i go off
about these worlds
that i make up
in my head.

because when the world
is so messed up,
don't you
want another?

i spend
so much time
just living
in these worlds,
     just thinking.

about
trivial things

     like:
how come clouds
get to be so high
that it's like they're flying,
when all they do is bring rain?

     or:
why do we spend
so much time
obsessing over the fact
that we don't have much time at all?

but i think
that maybe
in these worlds i make up,
it's not so bad.

sure,
there are bad guys
but when are there not?

the thing is,
in my world,
i'm not one of those
bad guys.

i'm the one
with the cape
and the mask
and i am the one
     who saves the day.
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