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485 · Mar 2015
Melted Emptiness
Peter Simon Mar 2015
The sun's hot enough,
To fry an egg on the sidewalk;
And yet, I feel so cold.
So cold like winter.

So cold that if you'd stab me,
I'd shatter into a million snowflakes.

Everything I touch,
Turns ice instead of gold
And I'd rather have
The latter melting

Because I'd rather be covered
With hot metal,
Than drown with this
Melted emptiness...
477 · Nov 2015
Your flaws
Peter Simon Nov 2015
You know, I always do try to look for your flaws;
     it might save me from falling.



But the more I try to see in your faults,
     the more I try to get disappointed with your cracks,
          is the more I'm starting to get lost in your void.



I am a spark of light wandering through the darkness of you.

I am a lost star in the middle of your infinite universe.
467 · Feb 2015
Writer
Peter Simon Feb 2015
I took a knife
I took a pen

With it, I started to write
With it, I stabbed my chest

On a white piece of paper
Deepest so it would hurt

But no ink would come out
But no pain could be felt

It would only tear the paper
It would only wound my heart

I thought I could write, but I couldn't
I thought I would die, and I was right

I wasn't a writer
*I was a killer
Peter Simon May 2015
I wanna tell you a story,
Wherein I chose you and me
     to be the protagonists

We met while waiting for a bus,
     under the shed

Rain pounding on the sidewalks
The sky is a mix of blue and violet,
     wind is whistling like a madcap

But the raindrop still reaches us
Our shoulders soaked
     we were so wet

And we glanced at each other
Meeting each other's eyes
     so we looked away fast

Silence...

You laughed
So I laughed

And we laughed our hearts out,
     for no reason
419 · Jan 2015
Coward
Peter Simon Jan 2015
chick·en* /ˈCHikən/ • adj.* 1. 'guess I can't always be tough. 2. sometimes I have to hide in the shadows of misery.
408 · Apr 2015
Spring after Fall
Peter Simon Apr 2015
You've always wanted to tell her,
But you knew it'll never work

So you've always tried to keep it,
Even though you knew you can't

It's like a squirrel hibernated in your heart,
And you knew it won't always be winter….
404 · Feb 2015
Untitled
Peter Simon Feb 2015
Now, I know that it's every person you meet who decides what beast you become.
385 · Jan 2015
Seaskies
Peter Simon Jan 2015
I woke up in an ear-bleeding silence
My alarm clock froze on my bedside table

As I shove off my blanket of me,
The sun hasn’t sneaked in the windows yet

So I crawled out of bed
And headed to my room’s glass square hole

Rubbing my eyes, I slowly pulled the curtains,
Only to find out what my eyes couldn’t swallow

It’s not orange clouds in a purple sky that I saw
Instead, a tiny light oozing from the surface of dim Adam’s ale

It’s not fowls that crept among the winds
But hundreds of sea beasts paddling ways in the water

I was dumbfounded by the sight
That I almost fall over

Gently, I tapped the glass window
And to my surprise, it started to crack

And the liquid came flooding into my room,
So I tried to open my eyes and it was over.
368 · Nov 2014
It’s Not Forever
Peter Simon Nov 2014
I’m lying steady on my bed,
Voices kept knocking in my head;
Gently, the breeze tickles my pores
And my eyes wouldn’t even close

An enormous fear bothers me
Anxious of something ordinary;
I know, myself could never vary

“My black shiny strands will turn grey,
Soon…

My smoothly splendid cover will be wrinkled,
Soon…

My loud but sweet squeaks will slowly fade,
Soon…”

Then salty water rolls on my cheeks,
Until it gradually kisses my lips
Every little thing disappears,
Even the playful mind that speaks
364 · May 2015
Life
Peter Simon May 2015
All this time I was thinking my life was a movie
I am not an actor, I am a character
I didn’t know I was playing a role,
All I knew is I am a part of a story

It doesn’t need to be a great story
For me, as long as someone
Is eager enough to get the whole of it,
I’m already satisfied

It does not need a lot of kissing,
It does not need a bunch of hugs,
It does not need endless conversations,

The protagonists, staring at each other’s eyes,
Full of meaning and emotions,
Would suffice…

‘Coz a story doesn’t need to end happily
It does not need to show nakedness and drugs
It does not need violence and gore
All it needs is to move even a single creature
356 · Jan 2015
Love
Peter Simon Jan 2015
The thirst for love,
Isn't caused by never having tasted it
But by savoring it once,
Then losing it on your way through;

You won't crave for something
you haven't tasted yet.
346 · Apr 2015
Only Yesterday
Peter Simon Apr 2015
All I can hear is the sound of the wind whistling,
At the other side of the road, there you are standing,
The silence outstands my heart beats' calling,
I see your eyes fixed at me, staring

Suddenly, all I knew is we're at a café,
You're talking funny while we're on our lattés
I, meeting you this morning, did my day,
My ears are stuck waiting for every single word you say,

And you took my number when we parted,
Every time I remember your sweet smile, my heart melted.
Today I received a message from you which read:
I think I've fallen for you even though it's like only yesterday we've met.
333 · Nov 2014
Them
Peter Simon Nov 2014
Can you even fool the butterflies?
322 · Apr 2015
What should I do?
Peter Simon Apr 2015
My giving up is beating my hope on a race...
296 · Dec 2014
If All I Could Do Is Write
Peter Simon Dec 2014
If the rain would never end,
Then I want to have my shoes all soaked up

If rainbows were not to appear,
Then I want to have the best memories I could ever have

If the coffee is not warm enough,
Then I'll stay on the hearth rug 'til warmth comes

If all those memories won't come back,
Then I'll be in the depths of nothingness

Forever...
289 · Feb 2015
Stop
Peter Simon Feb 2015
Stop setting yourself on fire,
For someone who stays,
To watch you burn.
280 · Dec 2014
Untitled
Peter Simon Dec 2014
The pool is freezing but it's alright
I'm gonna welcome the water with my arms open wide
215 · Nov 2014
Night
Peter Simon Nov 2014
And because without the darkness, we wouldn't see the stars...

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