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mysa Sep 6
the earth shifts
feet cling to ceiling
knives dance in my chest
up is down
but down is not up
silver drips off of my fingers
a sheen falling up
or was it down?

a deer is on the ceiling
or is she on the floor?
she whispers
"you cannot be what you wish to be
if you do not first wish"
the earth shifts
her coat gleams
her eyes shatter and repair
the earth collapses

she is gone

i put my fingers to my lips
all i taste is metal
mysa Aug 28
i am not who you think i am
all you see is
my eyes
my clothes
my jokes
all you see is an outline
a silhouette
of who i am
don't fall in love with a shadow
nothing is there
i think i mightve accidentally joined my school's slam poetry club. i guess i have to get back into poetry again, huh?
mysa May 17
and once again
we thought things would be different

and once again
things were not
gamers i am tired and ready to go home. i miss writing these terrible poems too :,) it's been a little over a year since i wrote my first one and i haven't rly made progress but that's okay. haven't rly been practicing enough to do so. at least im having fun.
mysa Mar 24
i am just
too tired
to go on
but i dont have any other choice but to continue
mysa Jan 3
everyone is scared
frantically reaching out
in the pitch
for something
for someone
anything to grasp onto
as though holding onto something
will no longer make them afraid
as though they are the only ones
tangled in dark

everyone is scared of the fact that they are the only one scared
happy new year everyone. i hope it treats you all well. <3
mysa Sep 2018
smoke trails behind me
like the scar that runs down my wrist.
the smoke is wrapped around my eyes, too,
so i stumble
as the smoke envelops my body
and whispers in my ears.
ive been writing some pretty edgy stuff, huh?
mysa Sep 2018
legs sprawled out across the patchwork sofa,
he spoke.
"listen
if you're really feeling these things
and they hurt enough to make you act
like this
then, man, they're not stupid things to feel."
he didn't break eye contact,
just looked at me as i laid on the floor
holding back words
and holding back tears.
oh boy oh boy are things Not Good right now
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