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tiny tiny steps
walking on water

cradled womb
voice of silence
the invisible wind
plays her tunes
picks time and places
I'll throw every piece of darkness holding me back to the bin.
And as Liza Minnelli sung,
Maybe this time,
Maybe this time I'll win.
Sometimes I wish happiness was enough,  
enough to remind me what life really was.  

Sometimes I wish I didn't have to bleed,  
maybe I'm not alive, just learning to breathe.  

Sometimes I wish I would truly know  
my pain, my joy, the parts I never show.  

Sometimes I wish I could understand  
why all the good things always seem to end
There’s someone I call by something else,
not their name,
just a word that only I
seem to understand.

They move like they don’t know
they’ve been noticed.
They speak,
and the air changes.

It’s silly.
The nickname,
the feelings,
the way I look up a little too long.

But some things feel safer
when they stay unsaid.
I am enshrouded
In Eternal
Darkness
And
I never asked
For there to be
A light.

Perpetual
Night-
With nothing
But the
Enveloping
Dusk.
I shall go down to the dump today
to pick up a random thought
and translate it into
a first language
Like a hat,
That never had a head,
I lay upon a double bed.

A melancholy feeling of loss,
We are the riddles
That we came across.
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