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Isabelle Jun 2016
I entered a room
But surprised to find out that
There is no exit
Trapped inside. Could not escape. There is only one way, there is no turning back..
  Jun 2016 Isabelle
unwritten
it is a bit past 3 AM and i am waiting for you to see me.
see me, see me.

you told me to write you a poem so here it is.

i am invisible and i am waiting for you to see me.
i cannot make myself seen, i cannot make you look.
so i wait. i wait, for it is all i can do and i cannot live with the feeling of doing
nothing.
powerlessness, in its all its bitter comfort, cradles me like an old friend.

a reconnection.

right now i am putting on the record we both like and i am pretending that you and i are the only ones who have ever heard it.
in a brighter moment i might sing.
in a brighter moment you might see me.

but for now, invisible,
i dance. my feet kiss the floor and my fingers kiss these keys and i am writing you the poem you wanted and waiting, waiting, always waiting.

you may not see me but i will write as if you do.

(a.m.)
good night all. sending peace. xoxo.
Isabelle Jun 2016
Waking up is always a burden to her
For she never wanted the life she is living now
They say that life has so many choices to offer
But she was left with only one choice
-to accept what was left to her

Dreaming is supposed to be free,
But now, it became a luxury
Only for those who can afford it
And those who can't, it's a fantasy
-illusion, delusional

Ridicule me, laugh at me, tease me, bully me
It will be your last chance
Call me simpleton, call me poor, call me ugly
It will be your last chance
You won't be able to do it again


She had finally decided to end it all
She was just waiting for a cue to start the fall
And that day, wandering around the city
A signboard caught her attention

Today's Advice: HANG IN THERE ;)
A faint smile then crosses her lips
It was the cue she was waiting for

Later that night
Literally, she followed the advice
The only witness is the moon
*She hangs herself in her room
Another write about suicide. Are they weak for losing the battle? Or are they strong enough to end it all?
  Jun 2016 Isabelle
ᗺᗷ
Letters in the sand
The ocean carried away
And never returned
Isabelle Jun 2016
Himala
Miracle,

Kasalanan bang
Is it wrong,

Humingi ako sa langit ng
To ask the high heavens,

Isang himala..?
*for a miracle?
OPm morning! Himala by Rivermaya.. Miracles do happen everyday :)
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