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My little smartphone became my own small personal galaxy

It witnessed big bangs and supernovas of multiple relationships

It was the dawn and also twilight of my poetic creations

Is it a coincidence that its cover is a map of unkown constellations?

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An ode to my "galaxy"

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make it stop
these awful thoughts
when i think i can
they say you better not
when i feel safe
they ask are you sure
until i find
i'm not anymore
when i trust myself
they wait for me
to fall back into my
many insecurities
they want me to fail
because they feed on my fear
they like when i fall
love the taste of my tears
 Dec 2020 Påłpëbŕå
ghost
strong
 Dec 2020 Påłpëbŕå
ghost
I'm so strong
now that I'm hurt
no one asks whether I'm okay
What more could you
possibly take from me?

I whispered into the darkness
and shivered as it answered back

Your years
it yawned oddly

loved ones
it grinned madly

and happiness
it laughed dryly

I shuddered and drew back
at hearing its replies
suddenly my world
turned black.

I hurled a freshly lit match
and saw its form ablaze

I finally found my own voice
and yelled
seeking to make the woods
come alive
with my own spark of madness.
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