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Fayre 5d
I don’t want to die -
But why do I feel as if I’m already dead?

I want to live -
But why do I feel like I've already lost.
I miss writing, so I'll just dump my words here.
Fayre Aug 2023
i watched him become - in my unbecoming.
still, I lay - unraveled.

hello, Melancholy.
old friend.
In my unbecoming, I meet an old friend.
Fayre Feb 2022
I am tired.
  Jun 2021 Fayre
Max
She said "I'm falling in love."

I said "I'm falling apart."
What's the difference?
  Jun 2021 Fayre
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
  Jun 2021 Fayre
sandra wyllie
on the canvas. I was
wet and dripping like a feral
kitten. My creator didn’t lay me
out in the sun. And so, my colors

run. The red and blues
look purple. The mother’s milk
curdled. Throwing me up as *****. And so,
I left a stain. Beaten by the brush

I lost my sense of touch. Now
I’m oily. I’m a spill in a broken
frame. I hang on the wall as
a flower. None admire me. But I haven’t
nerves to leave.
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