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noor 6d
confined
confined in my mind
confined in this 4 squared wall of mine
confined with chains
confined with no way to escape
confined till i take my last breath
till i meet my death
theres no way to really explain this
noor Feb 8
many people have died
and their loved ones have grieved

i have also died
and have also grieved

for the girl i once was
who is no longer with me
ever since this pandemic began ive slowly lost myself more and more. i think the old noor is gone forever. i cant seem to find her.
noor Nov 2020
you let go
of your balloon so easily
not even looking up
to see where its gone

i grasped onto my balloon
until it slipped from
my hold
i followed it
until i could not see it
any longer
  Nov 2020 noor
emnabee
The poet lives two lives.
One on the outside,
And one in their mind.

When you look in their eyes
You could see an abyss.

If you looked long enough
You could sink into it.

But most people don’t see it.

Take the time to read the words, though,
And you would know for sure.

The poet lives in two different worlds.
A little escape from the madness.
Or maybe, into.
noor Nov 2020
60% of me is water
i am drowning in myself
40% of me is you
and you are doing
a beautiful job
at bringing the air
back into my lungs
  Nov 2020 noor
ghost
I'm ready to forgive you
but forgetting is a harder fight
noor Nov 2020
perfect lips
perfect hips
perfect eyes
perfect skies
but i will still
never be enough
for any of those guys
even when the sky is blue and i look my best ill still never be enough
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