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eb Apr 2014
a verb
a lie
a figment of the truth

an excuse to make face
an unacceptable character
an immovable force

not me
not you
no one
What is nice anyway?
eb Apr 2014
"Hi there, Welcome!",
she exclaimed;
"Just passing through"
he whispered.
eb Apr 2014
Your bouts of literary thoughts spewing all over do not make sense.
Your incapacity to formulate a whole and worthy thought has gotten the best of you fooling you into thinking that someone, somewhere is listening.

Stop.
Stop. you must stop.

Your insensitive belief that everyone is falling head over heels for your talent, popularity and deep sense is proving to be a lie. I say all this sincerely with hatred, love and everything in between because I won't be good enough for you.

So stop.
Stop. Stop existing in my world.
eb Apr 2014
a steady warm air
passing through ones hair
endlessly cool nights
and feelings of fright

the emptiness inside
nowhere to run or hide
overflowing sadness
underlying greatness

hope is nowhere
darkness everywhere
creeping loneliness
masked by happiness

questionable essence
endless existence
ultimately nonsense
*evanesce
eb Feb 2014
I'm the cat inside the box.
I don't know what the world outside is
I'm trapped in my box
Rescue me

I'm the silenced voice
I'm stuck knowing nothing beyond these walls
With the square and the monotone
Hear me

I'm you
I fear the box
I fear the cat
Fear me
Three personas inspired by Schrodinger's cat
eb Feb 2014
For all her life eve walked alone
Blindly searching for her home
In darkness she roamed
As daybreak came she moaned

Whizzing, whirring the sounds pass
She wondered how long time will last
Her journey is the destination.
02/01/14
eb Jan 2014
You say you're always left behind.
You say you're the one who works so hard to keep another.
You say you're always the lonely one.

I'm the one who leaves people behind.
I'm the one who takes people for granted.
I've never been the lonely one.

How can I say I'm the right one for you
How can I say I'm here
How can I say that you should be with me

when you don't look at me that way?
when you don't see me in the same light?
when you don't know I exist?

This is a reply to 17-year old you.
This is a reply to the you I never met.
This is a reply to a stranger.
open letter to once an acquaintance, now, a stranger again.
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