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Danial John Mar 2018
A slow rumbling
   Deep down

         F
           A
              L
                 L
                    I
                      N
                         G

Tumultuous tumbling
   Head first into the abyss.
From happy to sad and back again
nim Feb 2018
The abyss and emptyness.
A feeling,
craving other feelings.

Black.

Light.

Transparent.
To apathy
Hanafuda Jan 2018
It's not about love, nor about hate;
It's about you and me, together;
About the things around us,
Which are not yet written under the stars;
About death and sun, moon and life.

We were lost in the world by loving;
We were mad and drunk in love,
Flying in the high sky, without questioning,
Not trying to run away.
We were one.

We resist the abyss, concurring the exile,
Seeing the other par of the world,
Being engaged by death,
Entombed by marriage.
For those who see the love in the world
she loves me
our tears
tell
me
the truth
we have only assumed
?

















...
..
.
do stars honk
vianca Jan 2018
I am splintered
      Into thousands
Of fragments
      and lost in the void
Of my own self.
      Pieces of me
Were found
      In soulless places
And where my mind rests.
      I hope to find
The solace that I sought
      In the void
Where I’ll be.
      To rest in darkness
And to disappear into
      The abyss.
I was walking down a hallway, when a head rush overtook me. blindly ambling forward, the walls, floor, and ceiling lurched in on me.

I was struck by the absurd notion that human beings must be enclosed within these confined spaces. it parallels the idea of the lines, spaces, and boxes that society draws upon and around us that we must remain in.

man is not free.

yet this contradicts the statement made by Jean Paul Sartre, explaining that β€œman is condemned to be free.” how can this be? we attempt to free our minds, and yet we remain in the enclosures we physically and mentally draw around ourselves.

the walls seemed like they were closing in, and it reminded me terribly of a time that I knew I was losing my mind.

the concept of space and the universe was slipping away from me; before becoming vastly distorted, lacking all meaning. it was like slipping away into the infinite black abyss once more.

all of these thoughts and feelings rushed over me at once: some verbal, most instinctual. unspoken. primitive, as if this knowledge lived within us, residing in our bones since the dawn of mankind.

the entire experience lasted approximately four seconds. it made me nostalgic yet nauseous to remember that I once to lived my entire life in this state.
April 22nd, 2013Β 

I vaguely remember this experience.
it was just another flash of clarity among an ocean of monotony.

however, this was before I dove deeper into the works of Sarte.
Doruk Jan 2018
It's raining outside.
I'm fading away,
With nihilistic thoughts,
Empty emotions,
Into the darkness I go.

Maybe it's time to quit.
As long as I live,
I will have some hardship.
But why should I worry,
About the thoughts I keep.

"There is always a light"
In this dark abyss there is light,
But only for others to acquire.
So I can't really fight the dark,
It holds me really tight.

All these thoughts,
Drove me to something bigger.
Just sadness I feel,
Nothing else better.
I wanna shout 'help me', but...

It's raining outside.
I wrote this a while ago, when I felt really down. I was in a bus and it was raining outside. A very close friend of mine got on the bus. I decided to tell him about how bad I felt for the last week or so but he approached me first and he said: "Hey, it's raining outside.". That mixed with my feelings that day created this poem.
It's my first.
Originally mine. Translated from Turkish with a little touch to give it a slight rhyme.
munachi Dec 2017
you're scared.
because you've always lived
in a fantasy you made up
inside your head;

too scared to step out
and walk in your glass slipper;
too scared to go bare feet
on broken glass.

you were Cinderella
in your daydreams.
you thought and you hoped
that real life worked like fairy tales.

you stayed inside your carriage
and you dreamt.
but could you fly on the backs
of those wingless dreams?

no, not when midnight came
and they began to vanish;
not when your carriage disappeared;
your world.

then, struck by darkness,
you trip and fall into life's abyss,
and your glass slipper shatters;
your heart.
All those fairy tales are full of it.
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