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 Jan 2018 lins
anotherdream
Imagine a world,
Where love is pollution.
If there's a problem,
Hate’s the solution.

Imagine a world,
Where dreams are faded,
Passion is destroyed,
Souls are raided.

Imagine a world,
Where souls never meet,
Attraction means nothing,
Only their needs.

Imagine a world,
Where hope is the loser,
Pride is the victor,
Later is sooner.

Imagine a world,
Where creativity is nothing,
Useless unless it,
Turns people to money.

Imagine a world,
Where eyes never meet,
Love is forever lost,
Souls never bring.

Imagine a world,
Where no is forever,
Affections change,
As much as the weather.

Imagine a world,
Where money’s everything,
Nobody's sharing,
Everyone's keeping.

Imagine a world,
Where nature's extinct,
Nobody's heard of,
A bird's feathered wings.
Hoping this will never become real...
 Jan 2018 lins
Jerel Cabesas
a tan couch in the middle of a messy college apartment
the tv starts playing arrested development

episode one
two hearts joined by two hands
under a tan couch pillow
no glances
a small secret
another separate heart beats on a separate chair

episode two
one of the joined hearts falls asleep
in the other's lap
at first, fake, to be closer
then real, but conscious
two hearts still connected by touch

episode three
the tv stops playing
the sleeping heart awakes
the separate heart leaves
it's just the two

they wait
one heart had been waiting for a moment like this
the other didn't know it was waiting too
as if a connection strengthened through feeling
was growing in its subconscious for days

several minutes pass
it's quiet
the hands still held under the pillow
the waiting heart turns
the subconscious heart turns

the moment
they stare into each other's eyes
straight into their souls
that look
the greatest look both hearts can know
a pause
a rush
they lean in

two days from a year
and it's still one of my favourite memories
i'll never forget that look
that face
before we leaned in

two hearts are no longer joined
here, almost a year off from that night
four months since the hearts separated
this rain pours like my soul through the cracks of my heart
this is a work in progress for the most part, but i really liked the concept and idea going into this
it needs some work and everything is a little too vague or too specific at moments, which is kind of the style i write with. so there's an odd amount of specific ambiguity. regardless, any feedback is helpful.
 Jan 2018 lins
Matthew S
I'm alright
Not 100% better
But i feel somewhat better
Like im on a sugar high of emotions
Compared to my moody past

I have the energy to clean my room
My room was filled with trash
And my demons
It was so messy, so i cleaned it
There are still a few demons lurking but its alright

I have the energy to stay awake
I used to want to crawl back to bed
Well, i still do
But less than i used to
I actually want to get up and do things

I have the want to do things
I didn't before
Except the occasional poem or drawing
I didn't want to work, but i had to
I didn't want to smile, but i forced myself too

I have the want to smile
I'm smiling as i write this
I want to dance, i want to sing
I want to be alive
For the first time in a long time

I'm finally okay enough to say
"I'm okay"
and actually mean it
i woke up with a smile on my face, i ate a good breakfast, and had a great lunch, and im doing good with my school work
i feel great!
 Jan 2018 lins
del
normal humans.
 Jan 2018 lins
del
normal humans
don't need to
take a two hour name after school
to recharge their emotions
normal humans
don't need to
stop and remember where
they had just been
five seconds after they'd left
normal humans
don't need to question what they look like
or force the strings of their puppet flesh costume
to move to remind them
that they are alive
normal humans
don't need to fake their emotions
without knowing what they actually feel like
a rough copy of what should have been real

maybe i am not
a normal human
 Jan 2018 lins
Inga M
lately
 Jan 2018 lins
Inga M
i am awake at hours  
                                    I usually
                                                    spend
                                                               in dreams.
 Jan 2018 lins
austin
next time
 Jan 2018 lins
austin
next time, back up instead of shove
you never know how close someone might be
to the edge of their personal cliffs
 Jan 2018 lins
Walter W Hoelbling
when words cannot speak anymore the situation is serious
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