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deadwood Jul 2018
Finally,
No one can see the real me.
No one will take pity.
Finally,
No one can hear my agonizing plea.
No one will beg mercy.
Finally,
I gave up on me.
I gave up on my journey.
Finally,
I am free.
This is for the moment I gave up on amounting to something good in high school. I failed terribly.
deadwood Jul 2018
Is there ever a greater melancholy
than permanent second?
Second best,
Second choice,
Second family.
All these things I am,
A second-hand human being.

No matter how hard and harder I try,
I remain inferior till I die.
A second-hand human being,
Not worth the greatest form of praising.

So as I stand above this bridge,
I recall all my 'almosts',
All my 'what ifs' and 'could haves',
To decide once and for all:
What if I jump a second time?
I'm tired of never being the best for anyone.
deadwood Jul 2018
Does anyone want a hug?
Like a really good cuddle.
I've just really felt so alone these days,
And I doubt I'd be okay.

I guess I just want someone to stay,
Stay even 20 seconds of a day.
Because I badly want a hug...
Does anyone want a hug?
I'm just so done with the gravity of my failures in school these past days. I haven't even gotten quality time with my friends
deadwood Apr 2018
1
Gazing at Dipper,
In the dry summer night sky,
Seven towers light.

#2
Brown Molave leaves,
Blown under the summer heat,
Scatter on dry soil.

#3
Gumamela grains,
Swept by swift North-East trade winds,
Reach the hibiscus.
I compiled some haiku I made during summer vacation. Each were written on different days at different times from evening, dawn, and dusk.
deadwood Apr 2018
...            n            ll   b
Her last   ight wi       e ...
               f            th  m
I thought it would be a great idea to try some new kinds of poems. This time, I tried to make it somewhat visual. I hope you can read it.
deadwood Apr 2018
Lighthearted with a heavy heart,
I wonder just when will things fall apart,
I wonder just when will I break my heart,
And when will you make the end start.

Like a rainy summer day,
A cracked *** of clay,
You'll leave me in dismay,
You'll leave me in this May.

It pains me to think,
That every time I blinked,
All the the time we've synced,
Now you'll leave me to sink.

After everything we've made,
After every sting, I've stayed,
Now the summer colors fade,
Now my heart's just a glade.
It was rainy today despite the summer feels. It just so happened that a friend of mine is bound to leave in May for his dream school.
deadwood Dec 2017
It took me a while to realize,
The blur of of your lines.
Took me longer to see,
What wasn't meant to be.

You say you're busy,
Caught up in some bizarre frenzy,
Have people waiting,
And tasks piling,
But each time you move away,
I breathe heavily in dismay.
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