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Dreamer Mar 2015
The black of mascara
creates a stark contrast
among a beautiful, perfect face,
while her heart is devoid
yet consumed within.
She sits in a dark lone corner
gently sobbing with feeble fingers
folding over ashen lips,
where no light can reach her
no touch can near her
and wan lips whispering silently
into the echoing of empty long halls,

*"I only wished to have someone love me..
as much as I loved him..."
Dreamer Mar 2015
Keep wishing for a miracle,
and you'll get nothing short of that
I just needed something more uplifting,
something optimistic in my life,
I think I found it in you.

This is an extremely simple poem,
but i really needed it, I hope you understand :)
Dreamer Mar 2015
What we need to do now, perhaps,
is learn to look at each other
through unbroken windows.

I wonder what it would feel like
to rid,
dispense,
of my own body,
and travel hovering around in my soul,
to see myself through the eyes of someone else.

I wonder how others perceive me,
I wonder how they see me now,
as opposed to how they would see me
in a world of unbroken windows
Just some thoughts, probably going to edit it later
Dreamer Mar 2015
Ignorant are the people,
who brush off the most sincerest of hellos
or the genuine gratitude of someone else.

Apathetic are the people,
who has seen yet have not done.
Witnessing so much
yet reluctant to take action.

Cowardly are the people,
who inundate their catharsis
on the well being of someone else.
A life so useless they find joy
only in the torturing of others;
spending futile days
living as sad, pathetic sadists.

And myopic are the kind,
for they are clearly aware of what’s bad for them
yet they are too blind to listen to their heads
only to follow their hearts.
stupid hearts.
Sorry, this poem is rather pessimistic but
I just had to channel some candid thoughts
#i thought you should know
Dreamer Mar 2015
Insomnia is an insidious thing.
It creeps into your mind,
twisting and curling crooked fingers around dark branches of the brain
altering, deforming your thoughts
its such a simple thing! Sleep is only but essential!
yet it haunts you every night
only to wake up again into the exact same nightmare.
Not yet finished, a work in progress! :)
Just wanted to get some thoughts down
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