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Desolate December
Can't seem to remember
Death loomed the bend
Life could not mend
Darkness took the moon away
It stole my heart and consumed the day
Now the year ends
And as hollow as it feels
I can see light on the horizon
I hope it will change
I find it hard to talk sometimes
As if the thoughts had escaped my mind
Past the endless cerulean skies
And through the knots of time
Instead, I write
So that you can understand
What is going on inside
Sometimes I just wish that you could read my mind
The sound of chirping soon to hush
As evening falls to a lonely dusk
Buzzing sounds only left to stay
Trees slowly waver as the sun slips away
The air is still
As if there is no feeling
Only me in this moment
I can finally start breathing
Sometimes it feels easy to rot away
To lie in bed
As your mind decays
Some nights feel lonely
And as boredom sinks in
Your thoughts run wild
Until you can no longer think
It can hurt sometimes
To waste the day
As you watch the sunset
You wish it could all go away
But as hard as life is
You are cared for and loved
So do not lie in bed too long
And know that you are enough
Bunnies, Squirrels and Birds getting a taste of the nuts and goodies left them before the rain and snow.
Sad to think they are ignored, and people don't stop to look at them and share their wonder.
That wonder has never left me.
So Facebook is not as entertaining, and some chats are beyond boring.
Visiting a zoo in the Winter months and any time of year is still a joy.
They are the pets I can't have at home due to a loved one's severe allergies
A Hypoallergenic dog came to visit and we learned the hard way that we can't have dogs around or go to homes with them
Dog charities are my way of having a pet
All Little and Big Creatures I will always love you and visit

C@rainbowchaser2024
I no longer fall for words
I don't even trust actions
What I see is your consistency.

I no longer am the gullible young girl
Who would fall for excuses
I only care for and appreciate your efforts.

I may be a giver
But no longer a fool
To serve only those
Who knows to take.

I know my self-worth.
And will leave without any drama,
When I find your words are
Nothing but empty promises.
When a hope dies, maybe somewhere out there a universe dies too, cause the world you imagined will never get to be, and of course, it's going to hurt a lot. But that's okay. Because some things are better in fantasies than reality.
I miss you
in words,
in dreams,
in memories,
in thoughts,
in feelings,
but never
in my life.
threads of violins
shredded by violence
to stop the song of sirens
shrieking on the live wire.
it's twisted by air not felt
underwater
& captured by flash bulbs
that blind not deafen
- - -
suddenly we begin witnessing:
the tides are shifting
the tides are shifting

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