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Meraki Sep 2023
Beautiful things don’t ask for attention.
Exuding an aura, drawing astonishment out around them.

Beautiful things live in a world of their own.
Viewing life as a spark, leaving just as quick as it came.

Beautiful things feel stuck behind the glass.
Watching, being watched.

Beautiful things wish to be ordinary.
Fitting into their environment, not special.

Beautiful things want to be loved.
Hoping to gain a sense of belonging, a home.

Beautiful things will find their place someday.
Until then, they will exist as they are, changing for nothing but themselves.
Meraki Nov 2022
She was his stars
                                                                                            He was her moon
                                      Both lighting up the night.
He wished but never had hope
                                                             She had faith but lacked conviction
                              Neither one had been fully sincere.
He withdrew from the light
                                                                                    She was lost in the fog
                        The moon and stars gradually evanesced
                                 Until only darkness remained.
Meraki Aug 2022
i think what's sad about this time is
i want to make it, really i do.
i don't know if i'll make it.
i don't want to die,
i only want to live.
please let me live.
please?
Meraki Aug 2022
My heart wants to be happy,
while my soul wants to be free.
My brain knows it can't save them both
but still tries.
Meraki Jul 2022
Instead of drawing roses,
I write in silver and black
turning untold thoughts into wings
to soar with the angels
who have left me behind.
Meraki Mar 2022
Goodbye to the life I had
Goodbye to the happiness I never found
Goodbye to the sadness I couldn't seem to escape
Goodbye to the future I hoped to achieve
Goodbye
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Meraki Mar 2022
Some days the sun doesn’t shine as bright.
Some days the clouds cover the sky.
Some days I want to give up.
Some days I want to sink into the ground and watch life pass by.

But…
the sun still shines no matter how dark the night was,
the clouds part and the heavens will be seen.

Yes, I want to stop but there is a purpose to be found in the suffering.
So I will rise to face another day because a better tomorrow awaits.
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