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 Jul 2021 Megan H
Colm
Saying I'm tired
Is an insult to sleep
Just as ignoring our what hasn't been said
Is a insult to me
She falls back into my life like a crashing satelite.

My atmosphere isn't honest enough.
they dance on the edge of nearly
unperceived breezes
the sighs of dead men's final breath
that follow me to the edge
of the thickets
many lay at the feet of those who wish to taste death
but not know it
brothers in arms
who cross from the horrors often placed upon them by man
into a swath of light that holds no measure of time or space
or pain
they are free to walk from the remnants that linger in living consciousness
yet remain
tied to the moment of their crossing
the essence of their love for kindred souls
 Jul 2021 Megan H
Lost Soul
Time
 Jul 2021 Megan H
Lost Soul
I spent 83 days wondering why
1,992 hours crying
And 7,171,200 seconds dying a little more inside

I can't say I'm sorry for what happened before
I left because
I didn't matter to you anymore
 Jul 2021 Megan H
dilshé
Jaded...
 Jul 2021 Megan H
dilshé
Out of breath
but I didn't run,
just sat here thinking
about the Sun,
about the Moon,
about the Earth
How life came to be
before my birth?
the eternal truth?
& what lies beyond....
Will  this  Wretched  Universe
Ever Respo-
                    -( fatigued panting*)
tired of searching for meaning through a combination of thoughts
 May 2021 Megan H
q
belief in poetry
 May 2021 Megan H
q
i do not believe in god
but i do believe in poetry
and for me
maybe poetry is prayer
and the universe
is an unwavering ear
in the shape of a god
 May 2021 Megan H
Eshwara Prasad
With your dream of a family, children, and a happy home, you defused my exploding dreams.

I fell for it because it seemed within my grasp.
 Apr 2021 Megan H
ok okay
It's hard to see the colour
In a world which is fading
The sky is becoming gloomier
The ocean has lost its way
The bright city lights no longer stand out to me
They seem as dim as they are fake
The smell makes it hard to see the colour too
It gets stronger by the day

It's hard to see the colour
When people ignore others in pain
Our dreams have been forgotten
Maybe our world has gone insane
Just prescribe another pill
And see if things really change

I find it hard to see the colour
In a world that is so negative
Our world is falling apart
Yet we all seem to stay the same
Its a lot harder to see the colour than it used to be and its getting worse.



If anyone wants to check out my insta, I am active on hellopoetry and insta.
Instagram:
https://www.instagram.com/write.to.the.moon/
 Apr 2021 Megan H
Nylee
A brief meet
 Apr 2021 Megan H
Nylee
You are not here for the truth
And I am not going to lie,
let us depart with a solemn goodbye
.
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