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 Mar 2018 Lyn
Natasha
Why I Write
 Mar 2018 Lyn
Natasha
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.
 Mar 2018 Lyn
Flame
Still Into You
 Mar 2018 Lyn
Flame
My foolish heart you tore apart
I hate your guts
And all your "buts"

Here is one thing
Real or fling
My heart is yours
My Darling.
 Dec 2017 Lyn
Shanath
I am counting sunsets
On my fingers,
Falling short.

The sky falls so slow here
I can almost see
My eyelids brush the bottom.

The distance between us
Stretches beyond land and oceans
Yet the same star would fall on us both.

Your voice to me is waves
From the sound of air in a sea shell,
I can't tell which is what.

The moon and my bed
Feel the same
Perhaps so are you and the images in my head.
If you knew, if you knew.
 Dec 2017 Lyn
Shanath
The Erased
 Dec 2017 Lyn
Shanath
I am but an echo
Of a call
In an empty city block
For the lost lover
Who has crossed the road too far.
I don't know, I don't know.
 May 2017 Lyn
James Court
Hey Siri
 May 2017 Lyn
James Court
Hey Siri,
Which suits me better - the red, or the blue?

Hey Siri,
Where did I leave my keys?

Hey Siri,
Why doesn't she love me?

Hey Siri,
Who cares?

Hey Siri,
Did my housemate use my coffee mug?

Hey Siri,
Will I enjoy that new Woody Allen movie?

Hey Siri,
Do I look tired?

Hey Siri,
Am I crazy?

Hey Siri,
Do you think I'll ever truly be happy?

Hey Siri,
If you don't answer me, how will I know?
 May 2017 Lyn
Rae
A Haiku about You
 May 2017 Lyn
Rae
Air fills my lungs but
You no longer fill my heart
I don't know what does
 May 2017 Lyn
Ryan Holden
Who am I
 May 2017 Lyn
Ryan Holden
There's everything beautiful within you,
Not a single flaw,
Begging for love,
but shutting it down,
There's truly everything lonely within you,
But it's such tragic irony.

As soon as I can hold you,
Once again,
I won't let go I swear,
We can't leave us behind,
Anymore,
We've watched clocks turn,
Glared as days burn,
Trying to catch the ashes,
Between my elusive fingertips.

The hardest of catch,
Wanting competition but scared,
Of not matching expectation,
As I'm battered and bruised,
Broken in two,
And who the hell am I?
Not feeling like you're good enough for anyone.
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