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sometimes my mind takes me for a ride
out of control thoughts leave me troubled inside

i feel confined, i'm terrified!  i struggle to find a way to survive

been stuck here this way.  i got lost counting the days,
they all blend together.  remain stuck on replay

i still feel the same.  is it ever going to change?
i don't know why?  i am forever estranged

i'm tired of living life as a soul in despair
deprived of emotion and in need of repair

i just need a little longer.  find the strength to feel stronger
just a little more time, some more time to ponder
 19h Nina
-E
What if
 19h Nina
-E
What if
Is a dangerous phrase

What if you
What if me
What if WE
What if there was a world
Where my What ifs were meant to be
 20h Nina
Faiza
~
 20h Nina
Faiza
~
I didn't whisper your name,  
but they heard it in my silence.  
I didn't paint your face,  
but they saw it in my dreams.  
Love, like the moonlight,  
cannot be hidden in the dark.  

- faiza
 20h Nina
Karen
Only love can ride the currents of time.
Spread on the wings of the divine.
A powerful force that soars free
As soft as a feather.
As gentle as a breeze
 20h Nina
Frances
i forget it all
when i see your face
i remember it all
when i breathe your taste
when the world stops
i seem to look at you
face another way
watching the world go on
pleading for attention
efforts that aren’t enough
trying to seem tough
while i’m in love
we are soul tied
at the feet
grey and pink
sinking hearts lie beneath
 20h Nina
Imarie
SUN
 20h Nina
Imarie
SUN
You were darkness,
I searched for your light,
I've realized I'm worthy of the sun.
(There are galaxies pinwheeling all around me and I can’t sleep.)

there is a malignance
festering within my bones.

night has hypnotized me numb.

it pulls Lake Michigan’s secrets in.

i stare at my cracked wrists.

there is mold in the crevices
of my mind.

i need stardust, to taste the burn of light.

the moon pulls blood from my heart,
shivers from my skin,
a sirens scream from my throat.
I get weak
Thinking
About weeks.
For example:
1300 weeks = 1 generation;
2080 weeks = a work life;
4420 weeks = a lifetime.
Don't squander 1 week
Worrying about
Next week,
It makes one weak.
 20h Nina
Olivia Choi
Maybe I just want to fall asleep with your arms tightly but gently holding me, brushing the small wispies behind my ear, giving me two thirds of the blanket while telling me that the warmth radiating from me is enough to keep you warm for days.
Maybe I just want to lay my cheekbones and my jaw into your collarbone, to hear and feel your breathing speed up and mine slow down to match our heartbeats and merge them into one, to talk about my deepest worries and listen to your soothing words, and to wake up as the sun rises with your arm still draped around my waist and feel a small curve form at the ends of my lips.
sleep lover warmth girl ocpoetry morning
i've never let go of your hand, even when you don't have the strength to hold mine
©rainecooper
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