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 Oct 2017
Britni Ann
It is okay for me to get excited about seeing you.

I'm not obsessed.

I am simply in love.



Don't you feel the same?
 Oct 2017
Safiul
i was always afraid of this
i was always afraid that one day you will forget me
you will forget our memories that we have spent
and the thoughts we have shared
and one-day
one-day i will see you with a nother man
more handsome than me
secretly i will compare myself
i will avoid eye contact
i will try to avoid everything
and i will try to forget you
your memories
the moment we spent
and the thoughts we shared
but to be honest
i was afraid of this
I was afraid of this
 Oct 2017
I left her at home
I am sad.
Not in a depressed way. Not ill.
Just sad.

I've been sad a while. I've been sad for different things.
Mostly, I've been sad because I'm feeling empty.

That somedays, I just don't understand what am I doing here.
That somedays I just look into the mirror and I don't find the strength to cope with another day.
I am not suicidal, even though I think about it a lot.
Who would miss me? Who would even notice.
Am I really important?
Am I?

Is it worth it? Well yeah. I know it is.
Can I make it? Of course I can!

But I just can't find motivation?

I've been feeling sad because I'm feeling empty. Because I'm seeing all the things I once loved drift away. Because I'm almost 18 and I haven't done anything i have proposed myself.

I'm feeling empty because years keep on going by, and things keep on changing, and people keep on growing,

and I don't.

And you know I just can't cope with it anymore.
Because it's frustrating and it makes me anxious and I just can't find the will to change.

And I'm just feeling sad, because even the happiest moments seem to get blurred out by the fact that I am not going anywhere.

And I'm empty, and sad, and lonely.
 Oct 2017
Steven L Herring
This rock
Spinning in its orbit around God
With oceans full of souls
And souls full of
wishes,
wants,
and whispers
so shallow like a baby's breath.

I've toiled and fought
and loved
and lusted
and lived seething secretly
in a seemingly impenetrable fog
and once the sun came out
the secrets were all gone but not forgotten

They were carved into stone
and torn into the flesh of me
And while I sat
stuttering
and muttering
in a drunken mess,
the sun came out once more upon this rock
and showed the perfect skin
was nothing more than old leather
cracked and craggy and full of holes
So many holes that my rib fell out and tumbled away.

There I sat upon this rock
with God and sun and sorrow
There I lay dying with a wet face
and the belief that there really was no tomorrow,
yet a spark was still in me somehow
Or perhaps it was just a soothing thought
that gave me a sense of peace even if just for now
that even though my fate seemed bought
there were still more lessons I would be taught
and more things for me to do while dying.
 Sep 2017
Ruthie
I see you for the last time tomorrow.
I just really want to kiss you.
But I want you to make the first move.
I'm nervous.
I'm sorry.
I'm just really awkward in these situations.
Sorry about that.
I really want him to kiss me.
 Sep 2017
はなろ
how can i keep you here with me

if
i only have fears.

fear of starting our conversation;
fear of looking at your eyes more than a second;
fear of walking beside you.

fear of being rejected;
fear of being hurt;

fear of losing you.
 Sep 2017
Kelli
I know it makes no sense.
You are the sun
and I am the moon
and we were never supposed to collide,
but now that we have,
how am I ever supposed to forget
the one that illuminates me?
 Sep 2017
Mitch Prax
You're just what I need
Needed...
I miss you
But I know I'm not supposed to
You're gone now
And I need to accept that
Still, I tell myself
We'll meet again
And that you still
Think about me too
So all I can hope
Is that you don't forget me
Don't forget what we shared
If only for a little while
All I can hope
Is that you leave a light on
For what
The future holds
 Sep 2017
Wick
your voice
your smile
your lips
your eyes
It's not mine
to hear
to miss
to stare
to love. Is hard
because
You are not mine.
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