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Douglas Stone Oct 2015
overthinking every situation
Feeling like i drank poison after simply one question.
My stomach is in a whirl i feel uncertainties
this feeling of blind trust and comfort is what some wait eternities.  
And yet instead of rejoice i just want to flee
I’m lost at sea, and slowly sinking deeper
remembering the pain thinking what if i can’t keep her?
I’ve set myself limitations, never allowing room for temptation
but she broke down boundaries and put me on my knees
To think, all she said was Hi to me
Am I in-love or insane?
Worst part is she is still unaware.
Douglas Stone Oct 2015
Last night I gazed into the never ending darkness of the night
And fell in love with the glimmers of light
I became a god outside of time, so transfixed speechless and breathless
Being moved by its magnificent opulence
Completely restless i was made composed
And realized she had total control
  Oct 2015 Douglas Stone
NV
01:52 am
have you ever asked yourself like why you so lonely?*

01:53 am
or empty?

that maybe you give too much of your essence to people and never leave any of you for yourself

01:55 am
i know i do

02:05 am
and like that's maybe why i get so attached to humans

because in them,
i find myself


02:07 am
i need to change, because things shouldn't be this way

02:10 am
but it's hard sometimes you know, when most days you don't leave the house because you feel unworthy of the space you take up

02:16 am
so you'd much rather disintegrate into soil because you've become all too familiar with people stepping over you and admiring the outcome of your beauty but never the roots of your pain

02:19 am
i spend so much effort watering people in order for them to grow and hardly get enough sun shine to feed my own soul

02:25 am*
because i don't know how to do anything else but care for everyone but myself
  Oct 2015 Douglas Stone
Mike Essig
god made stars
for starving poets

when they look up
they forget
how hungry they are

    ~mce
  Oct 2015 Douglas Stone
Cynthia
Surrounded by mistakes & regrets?
Labels don't define you
Are you running this race
Fighting demons inside your head?
I don't think I am nonchalant
If I don't scream at the top of my lungs;
I am alive, but death on the inside
Life is like a treasure chest
Full of gold, silver, trophies, souvenirs,
Miscellaneous items that at times mean nothing but an attachment of challenges and accomplishments; yet none define who you truly are on the inside.

Copyright © Cynthia Ulloa
All rights reserved.
Dry bones come alive!
Douglas Stone Oct 2015
"What is an "instant" death anyway?
How long is an instant?
Is it one second? Ten?
The pain of those seconds must have been awful as her heart burst and her lungs collapsed and there was no air and no blood to her brain and only raw panic.
What the hell is instant?
Nothing is instant. Instant rice takes five minutes, instant pudding an hour.
I doubt that an instant of blinding pain feels particularly instantaneous."
      -John Green, Looking for Alaska
It's the enigma of time.

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