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kala Dec 2014
you cannot seize to pace
when will we ever leave this place?
an aqua-free drowning
their tormenting voices in our heads;
the constant pounding.
all i want to show them,
all i want them to see
is when we're flying
oh darling
quite the flawless soul
you were truly meant to be.
  Dec 2014 kala
y i k e s
every love song i listen to is always dedicated to you
kala Dec 2014
darling* there's no need to
fret
depression is my life's right
set
baby don't you
worry
self hatred is my soul's fate,
surely
dear don't shed a useless
tear
because you'll forget about me
in only a
year
babe don't be scared to walk
away
i've been alone my whole life
anyway.
  Dec 2014 kala
Richard K
I got a sore neck from resting my head on your shoulder.
I don't even mind, I would love to be close as the skies get colder.

My eyes are sore from not seeing you,
My heart is light with the joy of knowing this is all true.

I can't write my ******* essay,
I am too busy thinking of how I don't want you to stray.

My mind is sore from thinking about this spark,
My skull rings with this beat as I lay awake in the dark.

Hearing you say these words can be kind of terrifying,
But when you remind me you care, it is the sound of my world clarifying.

I want to be sore, I want to remember,
The way we were close, just fan the spark, don't put out the ember.
It was all very, very nice.
kala Dec 2014
they will never truly
comprehend that
the ice trickling in
my veins
is only making my
soul
darker  colder
more numb
than i was just
a moment before.
  Dec 2014 kala
Alex Higgins
sometimes I feel like a still life
that won't sit right on the wall.
sometimes I feel like a guitar
with one broken string,
so all the chords come out slightly wrong.
sometimes I don't feel at all
and I'm not sure I mind.

I'm a study in grey.
And I've nothing to say
as I paint my portrait of dissatisfaction.

I eat ash with my hands
and ***** ink on the page.
And if I sit real still,
I swear I can feel myself age.

In a room full of silence,
I have conversations
with the space between echoes.

I'm always running,
but going nowhere.

I'll meet you in Big Nothing.
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