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 Feb 2019
Demons
Nothing matters in the end.
We either **** up the world even more.
Or change it.
But it doesn’t matter in the end.
Because we all die.
 Feb 2019
Demons
Maybe you found someone new...
And this is probably my cue...
So I sat in in my room...
The door locked, i’m ready to shoot...
To leave and let go...
Cause You make feel so old...
And make me feel like a fool...
Because it’s been so long...
Where I haven’t really meant my “l love
you”s...
And how stupid of me...
How I felt so blue...
Falling in love with the broken pieces of the memories with you...
I don’t know what I’m supposed to do...
With all these feelings I feel for you...
So I guess it’s my cue...
To leave and let go of all my things I felt for you....
And knowing the sky...
is under the lovers unite...
the stars came down...
Whispering on how our fates were perfectly aligned...
and at a hundred and two...
I sat, staring up...

And for a moment I felt like I really loved you...
 Sep 2018
Demons
When everyone
You thought you knew
Deserts your fight




I’ll go with you.
 Jul 2018
Demons
I can’t help but remember the night where everything ended.

The make up running down your face.
The clocking stating that it’s 2 AM.

The door of my cheap apartment room closing as I watched you left.

It’s 2 years later and I’m still in the same apartment room.
Instead of me remembering,
I drink and I forget.

But I slowly begin to realize.
That everything...
S t a r t s

To go

b
     l

ur

      ry

And I can’t seem to put the pieces back together.
I wake up and it’s all bleak.
It hits me like shattered glass.
It comes in fragments.

But I’m okay with this.

Because I remember the night it all ended.

Your makeup running down your face.
The clock stating that it’s 2 AM.

You leaving my cheap apartment.
And me staying there.
Just to stay.
And think.
And believe.
And hope.
That someday.
You would finally come home.
 Jul 2018
Demons
I never really knew how far i’d go.
Just to be against the system.
But if I could, i’d Look in a mirror.
And tell myself,
“I’m Sorry.”
 Jul 2018
Demons
Remember when we fell in love?

The night where I softly spoke?

Stardust between my words?

Galaxies colliding?
And creating our own Universe?

Remember when you told me you loved me?

Like nothing would happen, we wouldn’t get Hurt.
But we got older and we learned.

Remember when...
We promised to never let go?

Like our bodies and minds became A-Glow?

I remember... And i’ll Never forget it.

<3
I’m feeling extra special tonight, so have 2 love poems. This being the second I’ve posted. xd
 Jul 2018
Aislinn Miell
I always feel sentimental when it rains,
So, on sad days like this I leave the house without an umbrella.

With my headphones in,
listening to our favourite songs,
I walk past your old house.
Or the cheap restaurant we always went to.
Just so I can let my heart feel close to you again.
I must be so pathetic.

but when the rain stops
You will exist only as another memory.
So, I embrace the droplets on my skin,
Even if I do catch a cold.

On sad days like this I cannot help but wonder
if it’s raining where you are,
if you think of me.

So, until the next time it rains, we walk our own paths.
 Jul 2018
Demons
Cross Your heart
And Hope To Die,
Promise Me You’ll
Never Leave My Side.

Cross My Heart
And Hope To Die,
Promise You I’ll
Never Leave Your Side.
I’ll be your Gravity and you’ll be my Oxygen.
 Jun 2018
Demons
Before I begin, I wanted to let you know,
I was kinda young, smart and So.
No one ever looked at me, I wasn’t ‘Normal.’
So I kept being me, ignoring all the Formals.
A year has passed, I’m still a little bit of the same.
I continued on with my life, whenever it came.
Another year goes by, I’ve certainly evolved.
I became more experienced, my stupidity dissolved.
I found out more about myself, and tried to be more involved.
As I enter the next year, I slowly begin to fall.
No one seems to notice me anymore, i’m Just another random phone call.
Soon, people only recognized me for moving so silently,
I’d slowly lose myself in my personal gravity.
And in the end, I slipped from existence and became the one known as,
“Nobody In Society.”
*”Formals” (This was a term me and another friend used on people at our middle school who were in an advanced program known as MERIT. Most were preppy kids and stuff, so we called them “Formals” or a “Formal”)
 Jun 2018
Demons
My breath made visible clouds into the winter night as I spoke to you through the phone.
I spoke with honesty,
          “I’m Just a Nervous Kid.”
In which you replied.
          “We All Are.”
And with that, I knew... I knew I could trust you.
Fragment 1 of the Nervous Kid Collection.

— The End —