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niann smith May 2021
I don't really want to die, I want things to get better. And I'm trying so hard to believe things could get better but I've been trying for like 8 years and I still want to die. I can't keep going like that, can't keep trying and trying for nothing. I am so tired. So if that's how everything's always gonna be I might as well give up.
  May 2021 niann smith
Eshwara Prasad
Your untimely outbursts in the class, which you called "philosophical flares," actually added luster to your lectures because they served as a key for your students to access their memories of their time with you after they graduated.
  May 2021 niann smith
Eshwara Prasad
When the blind heart wanted to express remorse on behalf of the mind to which it was a slave, the eyes sobbed.
  May 2021 niann smith
A Friend
To love me is to accept sleepless nights; to accept immortality; to accept that you love what you cannot mend. In other words (which are not my own):

“I do not know what makes a writer, but it probably isn’t happiness.”
  May 2021 niann smith
Travis Green
I drifted into his
Mesmerizing green eyes
Feeling his superabundant power
His transcendent dreams
Shimmering like a tender green forest
Like springtime rhymes
In a radiation of elevation
He was my intoxication
A tremendous temptation
Escalating in my soul
With his electric green eyes
Reminding me of flashing green lights
So inviting, so penetrating, so soothingly cool
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