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 Jul 2015 Qisya
Chaos
The Semicolon
 Jul 2015 Qisya
Chaos
Yesterday was tough
Tougher than before
It broke me down inside
Left me crumbled on the floor
But then I remembered
the semicolon

Today was hard
Harder than before
It killed my soul a little
Left me bleeding on the floor
But then I remembered
the semicolon

A small mark
Seems insignificant
But when examined further
Becomes magnificent
An authors way
Of saying hold on
don't give up just yet
there is plenty more to come


Tomorrow will be painful
More painful than before
It will break me down
Leave me broken on the floor
But I will remember
Forever more
That small, simple mark
Giving out hope for all

*the semicolon
Inspired by Project Semicolon
 Jul 2015 Qisya
Et cetera
In the sky of my mind
Echoed the winds of longing
I silenced the noise
And listened to sweet nostalgia
Nostalgia's song tasted like
Honey, tartar and rose petals
Smoke rose from each petal
Forming clouds in the sky of my mind
The winds of longing blew harsh
Each petrous note of nostalgia piercing the clouds
And hence came the downpour
Of suns that set too soon
And suns that never rose
Of moons that never were full
And stars with frozen winks
Of galaxies with uncharted maps
And of rainbows with colours gone rogue
But when all was done, and the downpour abated
The barren ground sparkled
With the suns and moons and stars
And galaxies and rainbows
Which once saddened the sky
And now adorned the ground
The winds settled to a merry tune of serenity
And the sky of my mind smiled at the beauty below.
War
I am the battlefield
And my body, the resilient terrain.

Bombs of humiliation blow apart my ruptured brain
Guns of mockery wound my bleeding heart
And tears of surrender pool down my cheeks

I am the battlefield
And my body, the conquered terrain.
Isn't this how it always feels after a lost fight or two?
 Jul 2015 Qisya
Oxytocin
"Look what you've done?"
"It's all your fault"
"Stop crying"
"You're being such a baby"

I wipe away my tears
And put on a smile
A mask that conceals the scars
The pain
The guilt
The universe is never in my favor

"Clumsy"
"Irresponsible"
"Useless"
These words always ringing in my ears
Haunting me
Keeping me up at night
Im shedding silent tears
And waking up with a heavy feeling
In my chest
  
Waking up
With a smile on my face
A *mask
I'm sorry, I'm feeling really down lately.
 Jul 2015 Qisya
lX0st
Sweetpea
 Jul 2015 Qisya
lX0st
Unordinarily
The beautiful flower
Bloomed in the winter
How extraordinary
That precious flower
Remains blossomed
Indefinitely
The flower that never stops growing.
I love you, always.
 Jul 2015 Qisya
Idiosyncrasy
Rainbow
 Jul 2015 Qisya
Idiosyncrasy
I thought you were lost,
in the rain,
while the sun shines.

But you happened,
and for me,
that's the greatest thing.

I thought you were lost,
in my dreams,
your reality was not mine.

But you happened,
and for me,
that's the start of all great things.
 Jul 2015 Qisya
Erica
Daddy, tell me why you smoke.
Do you like your future served in black?
Dead lungs and your body in a sack?
Your family crying and me in the back?

Daddy, tell me why you smoke.
Why are you letting toxic flow through your veins?
Do you like to grow old and be in pain?
You know you're walking down the devil's lane.

Daddy, tell me why you smoke.
I'm your little girl, do you even care?
Your poisonous smoke is all over the air.
Don't give me more burden than I can bear.

Daddy, tell me why you smoke.
Don't you know, don't you see what you're doing?
The time we're supposed to have is only fading.
Do you think a bright future isn't worth pursuing?

Daddy, tell me why you smoke.
Why are you killing yourself and dragging me along?
They say you're addicted, please prove them wrong.
I know you can do it, I know you are strong.

Daddy, tell me why you smoke?
I wish for one thing, and one thing only.
Tell me you'll quit and erase my worry.
And promise me forever I won't lose my daddy.
 Jul 2015 Qisya
Maxwell
You
 Jul 2015 Qisya
Maxwell
You
Sometimes
I close my eyes
and open them again
to see no difference

Then I wonder
which part of my day
is more painful to bear
the sleeping or the waking?

When I sleep, I dream
I dream of nightmares
of my past
and of you

When I wake up, I think
there's nothing to do but think
of what I'm doing with my life
and of you.

Now that I think about it
I can no longer tell the difference
between sleeping and waking
for it has always been about you.
It's you; it has always been you.
 Jul 2015 Qisya
ZoeyNot101
A little boy is afraid of darkness. To overcome the fear, he decides to lock himself in a room full of darkness. Everyone else will obviously think he's crazy not knowing the reason for his actions. If and when he finally decides he's not scared of the dark anymore and he's ready to go out, it'll take him a long while to adjust to the light outside of the room. Or worse, he'll decide he likes the dark better than the *light.
I wrote this a few months ago when a friend of mine needed advice. If you can relate it to any event in your life...
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