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Everlasting Feb 2020
Don’t try to change me. I’m not play dough.
You cannot mold me nor shape me to your likes.
I am what I am, period.
That’s that.
Everlasting Feb 2020
I’m like a grocery’s cart being pushed
around a store

I’m being packed
with things I have no used for
to then be left empty
somewhere in a parking lot

I carry everything that I can possibly can
sometimes none
sometimes more

I’m a basket with holes
that people can easily see through
and I just realized it today
Everlasting Feb 2020
I wanna run into the arms of the Present
and tick tock my way out out of my worries
like a ballerina happily tip toeing, pirouetting
her way throughout a dance floor

I wanna be held tightly but gently and passionately
by the hands of my Present, but most of all,
I want this Present
to let each second escort me safely to my destiny
Everlasting Oct 2019
while skies cry
puddles gather ‘round
to catch tears
Everlasting Sep 2019
I’m a listener.

I’ve been listening to my inner voice for as long as I remember. This voice creates a series of thoughts that I cannot consider my own. Sometimes I manage to shut it down. But then it comes back again. Just like right now...

It plays and plays nonstop even when I’m listening to someone else talk. After all, I’m a listener. I listen even to the silence when I managed to shut this voice down.
Everlasting Sep 2019
Who am I but some matter
that matters not in the entire universe
but who ultimately matters
to those that matter to this matter anyway
Everlasting Aug 2019
I try to stretch my thoughts
like mozzarella in a grill
but all I end up with
is with a burnt cheese
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