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  Jul 2018 Fayre
Ominous
There's a perpetual silence
around myself
but I can't help hearing
the ghosts of my voice
inside my head
I wonder if I am going insane
or if this is just
how life works
once you're ready to admit
to yourself
that you'll never be
anything else
but this
no more changing
no more failed attempts
to become someone better
there's no escape
and still I try
as much as everyone else
even though all of us know
that the silence
screams louder
when we keep our mouth shut.
Fayre Jul 2018
The inescapable thought that forever meant till death.
The indefinite idea that two souls separated at form,
were awaiting to meet each other again and reattach in passing.

The aching realization slowly started to settle in.
Forever wasn't till death do us part.

Forever was the love that remained when two beings had been  separated.
The idea and thought of the memory of love, lust and friendship were the only traits that would endure after passing.

But they move on.
Creating another forever that too will be cherished until death do they part.

A small forever was all that we needed,
to find a serene place where we felt like we belonged.
Sometimes I feel things that I think I shouldn't be feeling.
  Jul 2018 Fayre
Dhia Awanis
Never thought I'd listen to Kodaline,
as I walk down the Memory Lane

Oh, Clementine
For when I was with you I've always been sane
You said you'd be at nine
But since you were no longer mine,
I spent all night with you in my mind
And glasses of champagne on my hand

Oh, Clementine
It's hard for me even to draw a line
Letting you go costs insanity I can't define
With countless loss of dopamine
But I guess if you're fine
I'd do my best not to intervene

Oh, Clementine
February 14th you're no longer my Valentine
Driving through the sreets I ran out of gasoline
But the time is due and I've come to the deadline
While sighing 'I'm done'
I know it's time for me to be gone
  Jul 2018 Fayre
Sophie
It is that wind on your cheeks,
that bird chirping in your ears,
that small wave on your feet.

It was never those gentle lies.
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