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  Dec 2019 waffle
grace snoddy
i envy the cars that end up driving south.
the streetlights are tempting,
and blurred buildings tell me
“there’s other ways out”.
a handful of exit plans,
and empty destinations,
that i am reminded once again
in this world it is truly every man for themselves.
because if it were different
silence wouldn’t be my only company,
as i drive absentmindedly
hating every exit sign i see.

maybe the thought of having nowhere to go
is more humble
than the thought of having no one to give you a place to be.
  Dec 2019 waffle
Vamika Sinha
you do not need to fit in their beautiful
because it lies
that one size fits all.

you were not made
so powerfully, so tenderly,
so naturally
to smooth yourself into
a magazine cutout.

remember
you are not a puzzle piece.
the only place you need to fit
is inside that skin of yours.
  Sep 2019 waffle
Celestinus Castillo
I often find myself choosing
The option that pleases people
Even if it doesn't
I rather not have the conflict
Of choosing something different
But because of it
I see myself
Burdened with lines and cages
Boundaries and limitations
Filled with unwanted self expectations
To fit in so I'm not left out
To avoid having to explain myself
Why am I like this
Why do I like this
And then ask myself
Why do I still feel unwanted
I put myself in this box
Even though I didn't have to
Now I will tear this box
And build a fort or castle
Just because I want to
  Sep 2019 waffle
Sarra
You want to please them.

Fit in their box.

Though your soul is too big
your dreams too wild
your feelings too strong
your sight too vast.

Though your heart is chained
your mind  blocked
your senses numbed
your visions faded.

You keep trying.

You want to belong.
waffle Sep 2019
you write as if all the letters
in the alphabet are scribbled in your mind,
and all the words are memorized.

you tattooed poetry in all the parts
of your body, and you help me to
let my insides be one of them.

poetry is stained in you,
but the blood of hesitation
in doing what you want remains
marked.
been a while... something from 2017
  May 2019 waffle
fm
war
i wasn’t born to create
tear stains in my pillow at night.

i was born to draw
blood from bone
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