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 Aug 2018 letha fay
Tint
Rain
 Aug 2018 letha fay
Tint
The rain always tells me a sad story
but it's my favorite of them all
about a kid that cried inside the womb
of the mother's hug of warmth
of a friend that tried to be better
but the world had proved them wrong
telling me that I'd soon be okay
with a sad smile that broke
with the quivering voice of a thunder
as the waves drowned me in storms.
 Aug 2018 letha fay
Tanay
Rain on me
 Aug 2018 letha fay
Tanay
Rain on me,
I have been longing to be free.
Lost in my world, needlessly.

Rain on me,
I am tired of fighting but I will not sleep.
I refuse to be reigned and I refuse to be a sheep.

Rain on me
and show me the way.
This place is empty and I cannot stay.

Rain on me
because it has been too long.
I am sick and tired of pretending to be strong.

Rain on me,
I want to see the lightning pierce the sky.
As the thunder roars and the clouds fly.

Rain on me.
Let the winds take my mind to another land.
No one needs to know and no one needs to understand.
Tanay Sengupta, Copyright © 2018. All Rights Reserved.
 Aug 2018 letha fay
witchy woman
I could never tell you
exactly what's going on inside my head,
so I'll write instead.
Drown my thoughts in paper & lead.
Keep my hands alive,
and my expression dead.
 Aug 2018 letha fay
E over c2
the sky is falling
tumbling...turning
like you in bed
1:00AM lost in between your own two ears
"Like thunder with no lightning" restless.

i said the universe is testing us
today it gave me a hint.
24 hours ago you old me of the earth shaking
now i saw it on stage
i saw the sky fall
night fell
and monsters came out to play.

I've said i see images of the future
but sometimes the universe shows me snippets
leads me in the right direction
and tonight it showed me the direction where we stay, where we wish upon a falling star.

when the sky falls
hold me tighter.
for today and tomorrow it may keep falling but i promise you
I'll put the stars back in your sky.
night after night.

nothing can tell me otherwise that that star fell for a reason
and that play showed where it landed in the future.
where dreams are made of.
where wishes come true.
when the rain stops falling, and sun shines through.

i am no god
but nor am i powerless
for i promise you that i will make your dreams come true.
when the sky falls wish upon the cracks to the void
because i'll make those wishes come true.
We'll stand back and say, truly, we are happy with the life we made.

wishing upon a star seems old but recently i see it in a different view
the universe shook the walls of your house
but only as recognition for shaking the ground beneath my feet
because baby
the sky is falling
and so am I.
 Aug 2018 letha fay
joel jokonia
I could tell you what is on my mind
That I'm worried and scared and anxious
That i really wish i was alone right now
But then I'd be naked.

I could tell you all my strengths and weaknesses
I could tell you that I'm afraid of the dark when i sleep so i turn on the lights
But i could tell you that I'm also afraid of the shadows and what lurks behind the curtains.
But that would make me naked.

I could tell you that i hate photographs
and photoshoots.
And that it hurts to pose.
For a picture
To be analysed by a glass lens
Only to have the best parts of my life
erased by an editing app
Because nobody wants to see scars on Instagram
I could tell you that it makes me sick
And that i wish people loved the real thing
But then I'd be naked

I could tell you that I'm living my dream at the expense of my mother's love
Her smile has become an eclipse
Rare and blinding.
Not mine to see, anymore
I miss her though she misses me too i know but I chose the devil in my head
But that would make me naked

You could tell me about that time last year
You couldn't get out of bed
When you wouldn't get out of bed
Because your heart felt like lead
When only your bed could hold you back
And your sheets could hug you better
And I'd understand because I've been there before
Because then you'd be naked

Without the clothes and baggage
That shame us into silence
The shoes of depression
that lead us into violence
suicidal thoughts just cause
We can't be honest
And don't have the courage to simply be naked.

Prefer the flimsy armor
Of "how are you's" and "i am fines"
Fearing to expose what lies under these
Clothes
Genuine interactions and intimate confessions

I am tired ...i am tired
Of these clothes
I want to be naked
Not behind closed doors
But right here
So should i start removing
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