Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
 May 2019 savarez
Popleocan
Im stuck
 May 2019 savarez
Popleocan
I must work to recover.
I must recover to work.
I need both chicken and egg,
Yet neither come first.

I'm sick of being tired.
I'm tired of being sick.
I'm stuck at rock bottom.
And can't climb out of it
 May 2019 savarez
Aditya Roy
The flowers nervously fluttered when you died.
All have is a lonely moment of being red
A simple glass of morning of Prosecco
Would be perfect if it wasn't so morose
When you aren't coming back
From your membranes
Awakening in a simple life of blindness
In a complicated feeling of neediness
You can't see, but I can feel
Feel you
That's why I'm blind
I'm the poetry you left behind
The brightest poetry wilted in the corners of your heart.
The flowers nervously fluttered when you died.
All have is a lonely moment of being red
A simple glass of morning of Proseco
Would be perfect if it wasn't so morose
When you aren't coming back
From your membranes
Awakening in a simple life of blindness
In a complicated feeling of neediness
You can't see, but I can feel
Feel you
That's why I'm blind
I'm the poetry you left behind
Unhinged
 May 2019 savarez
victoria
I saw a white horse and a wood pigeon today so quickly wrote a poem about them, the horse was under the tree that the wood pigeon was resting on.


The white horse and the wood pigeon....

I saw a white horse and a wood pigeon
Talking like old friends beneath the trees
The pigeon with feathers of autumnal grace
The white horses mane blowing in the breeze

The pigeon asked the white horse, if he had wings, to where in the world would he fly?
The horse replied “To heaven of course”
“I’m just waiting for time to pass by”

The horse asked the pigeon if he could gallop, what would his destination be?
The pigeon replied he’d gallop the world, then lay down to die by the sea

A toad near by was listening, and asked “Why do you both dream of death”?
“I don’t wish to fly or to gallop, I’m just thankful of each tiny breath”

The toad loved his life in the pond, and spent each day feeling blessed
Of the beauty and the life he’d been given
Never thinking of eternal rest.

True the horse and the pigeon had great beauty, and felt it right they could gallop and fly
But the toad had beauty running under his skin
Filled with love and happiness inside.

The horse and pigeon finally made it to heaven,
but were sent away to learn more of life
The toad was accepted with open arms
Reunited with his beautiful wife
 May 2019 savarez
logolepsy
this is where you’ll find me~

behind the pages of an unfinished story

between the lines of bliss and misery

beneath the chapters of peace and tragedy
this is your misfit tryna get out of her comfort zone by starting publishing some of her musings
Welcome, dear mysteries
My one and only planet is here
Here for no particular reason

We are turbulent creatures
Speckled with interesting features
Each so similar
Each so unique

Our minds race with life
The need to enjoy life
The need to create life
The need to help life
The need to live

We ebb and flow
Our tides enclose our minds
Thinking on two different sides of the same ocean
Often not in sync

Loud heads
Yelling out
Fear
Anger
Laughter
Dreams

We have a way
A way of including anyone
Yet excluding everyone

And this means you, hopeful friends
This means us.
This is a message for any aliens that come to earth
Next page