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 Aug 2014 marïama
em
Writer's block
 Aug 2014 marïama
em
You feel as if nothing was there
As if you're pushing brick walls
so you could get where you want to be
but you can't because you cannot see.

How frustrating and infuriating it is.
Having it all in your mind but you can't get it out
All those feelings bottled up inside.
Knowing you can do it but sometimes you're trapped.

Trapped in your own mind gasping for air with words
Words you cannot express or write,
having them in your fingertips but
somehow you can't get them out.

And then something happens..
Suddenly everything is all right
Something triggered your mind
and you don't feel trapped anymore.

Some say it's muse
or inspiration.
I say it was you.
You are my trigger, my mind releaser.
The reason I don't have writer's block anymore.
 Aug 2014 marïama
Ria
dear future boyfriend,
i might cry randomly in different periods of time
you may not understand why i cry
so i shall it explain it to you now
as a warning
i'm a sensitive soul and this is hard to admit
maybe you should just leave before it's too late
my memory is great and i remember things too vivedly
i remember events people have forgotten
places are planted firmly in my head
time stands still like a mountain
i reminisce into my old history
usually it'd be painful memories
i cry easily and it may be random to you
but to me it's not
please understand
this is a warning
i'm sorry
If you asked if I'd go out with you now
I'd tell you no
Not because I thought
we wouldn't have the love we have now
Or that I'm too good for you
I'd say no because I'm damaged
Damaged beyond repair
Or so it feels like most day
And I don't think you deserve someone
Who's got damaged written across their forehead
if only, if only
it wasn't so hard
but who knew
love
would leave me
so scarred
 Jul 2014 marïama
i
damaged
 Jul 2014 marïama
i
why would
you want me?
i am broken and
damaged,
just like your
old records,
the ones you
don't even
listen to anymore.
I can't erase the past, but I can change the future.I can't make the scars disappear, but I can make them fade.I will pave a new road of memoirs starting today.
 Jul 2014 marïama
Riq Schwartz
Less notable
than the day we set still our pens
and let rest our wandering muses
is the day the sun
does not rise.
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