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  Mar 2017 Aspen S
maxime
I started my garden with a little patch of marigolds I got from the market down the street. They were pretty, I guess. I really only chose them because there was the easiest option, since they were already grown and all I had to do was stick them in the dirt and look at them. I walked passed them most days without a second glance.
Aspen S Mar 2017
kisses turn into monsters my
mind can't conjure up
they leave an ocean of pinks, purples, and blues,
yet I say nothing

this sharp - teethed demon
comes after me as fast as
a bullet can go

in my head,
i run rapidly, to the edge of the world,
but physically,
i stay as still as the sea

if I move,
he will come after me at supersonic speed
and i'll drown deeper
under these pink sheets
*for all of those whos consent has been violated*
I lost myself
In a bubbling stream
Of chaos and doubts
Blinded by anxiety
Full of vanity I was
A total insanity
Wanting to fit in
Wanting to mingle
Wanting to be them
I am but a copycat
In this lonely cesspool
No one seemed to know
I am dying silently inside
When times get dark
I always play it along
I pretend to not notice
I have changed so much
I became nothing like me
I was who I am
No matter how you read it, it still speaks the same, we change so much that we regret it sometimes. Adapting to new environments, to new people and new feelings. We always will change and we might want to have to take it slow and feel ourselves for what we really want to be  rather than who THEY want us to be. Be yourself and stay awesomely great as the weirdos we are :3
  Jan 2017 Aspen S
oni
its the things
that were never planned
that taught you
how to breathe again.
  Jan 2017 Aspen S
Alvira Perdita
when you're stuck
and reaching up,
knowing that everyone
who walks past
is pretending not
to see the
desperation
in your eyes
i hate this place. i wish i could be done with it.
  Jan 2017 Aspen S
galaxy of myths
I fall in love a little
with people who could
write well.
Such beautiful minds;
their words are facets
of escaped thoughts.
It's lovely.

-m.b
  Jan 2017 Aspen S
Tyler Lockwood
Something isn't right
We're in the back of my car and she slides my hand up her shirt.
Her skin feels strange and unfamiliar
beneath my fingertips and her breath feels dangerous against my bruised neck.
Her hair feels foreign tangled in my hands.
Her lips feel wrong pressed against mine.
She says my name, but it sounds nothing like the way that you used to say it.
She isn't you.
She can never be you.
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