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 Oct 2019 neth jones
eileen
the blood on my hands
I'll never be pure again
10w
 Oct 2019 neth jones
Andrea
I'm driving home
like everyday
trapped in the traffic.
All is gray.
All is okay.
It rains.
I don't feel
cold or warm.
I just see what happens.

I feel like I wanna drown in the acid those bones hurt inside.
There's something I can't explain, just confusion, behind the eyes.
There are things you can only talk with yourself.
They won't understand,
they don't know.

Listen to the sound of nature.
It's calling out your grave,
that's the existence.
Around me I see
you're all falling,
you're all lost.

A voice in the head calling me,
it's screaming help and crying deep.
The sound of fists on the wall of my mind.
Someone is punching hard from the inside

Shut up!
I need silence to sleep.

Those rain drops on the glass
remind me you're all passing by.
Their weak colors are like your lifes:
confused and obfuscated.

...and now i'm home,
but what is home?
I don't know what is true.
I can't wake up,
would I ever wake up?

It's time to stop thinking

Let Sleep
You should read this writing figuring out the sound of rain falling on a car's glass. You are stuck in a column car. You haven't even turned on the wipers and the drops on the glasses are full of the street lamps' colours.
Your mind start thinking and slips in a state of drowsiness.
 Oct 2019 neth jones
Andrea
We are slaves
Nothing but slaves
Dominated by our convinctions
Buried by our ego
We don't believe in anything. We only care about ourselves.
We are all trapped in a hole digged by our closed mind. The world will never be a better place to live in if we only trust in our convinctions and do not listen other ideas.
 Oct 2019 neth jones
Andrea
Fake smiles
Fake happiness
Is better staying alone sometimes
Than being prisoner of their mess
Nowadays no one is truly honest.
It's like anyone is trying to hide something.
You're all scared. We are all scared.
We are terrified to show the world who we really are.
We are petrified to the idea of being vulnerable.
 Oct 2019 neth jones
Julianna
Shambling legs
And tired eyes
Fake smiles
And lovely lies
 Oct 2019 neth jones
krm
White Lie
 Oct 2019 neth jones
krm
Look me in the eye,
ask if I’m alright.
I might just tell you a lie.
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