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basil Mar 2020
holding you
is like
embracing the
sun

i am the only one
that gets burned
i'm attracted to a light that can't love me back
sankavi Jan 2020
you were a perfect symphony
you were the most beautiful storm

and for a second there
I almost thought you'd be mine
I haven't been able to write a lot . . .
or talk to the person I love.
Not because I don't want to
but because I literally couldn't!
Around December 19
I got in a major car accident.
I needed over 53 stitches,
I have bone bruising,
I've been in a lot of pain not gonna lie.
but when my life flashed before my eyes,
I saw my BFF Chris (yk the one who helped me a while back).
and I saw the person I love the most . . .
But my mom, is letting me have cosmetic surgery
to cover the scaring.
But none the less I did get to come home for the holidays
even if the reason was to see a doctor or two.
so it's like 3 am and I can't stop crying I'm in so much pain,
both physical and mental.
Thought I'd give an explanation, on why I haven't been able upload.
I have been writing, in a notebook someone gave me.
I you Noah, I saw our entire relationship flash before me. And I've come to realize, I regret nothing, how could I? When I read what you texted me . . . . I started to cry again ngl lol.
Anonymistress Dec 2019
The back and forth.

The contradictions.
The inconsistency.

Compassion is not an inconvenience, remember that.
annh Dec 2019
Sometimes I'm an apathist,
Infrequently an anarchist,
Mostly an apologetic aesthete,
And almost never myself.

Whatever...f$@k it...sorry...hello.
'To be yourself in a world that is constantly trying to make you something else is the greatest accomplishment.'
- Ralph Waldo Emerson
lisa Dec 2019
You were never mine
But my heart is always yours.
Nat Lipstadt Nov 2019
~for betterdays, and all Aussies~


the fires massifs all around, the smokes surrounds,
the house invaded with closed-out-of-college students,
mother and father who are similarly workless, a fire bounty,
all this a treat to an nine year old (no school) boy and his dog

newly self-appointed ringleader, the little boy,
in his fire heaven, with a gang to command, to entertain,
some adults, silly college students, who don’t know “no,”
when he says this is the game we are playing next

this vignette, is not a Manhattan variety^
but an insight story heard, unwitnessed, but of
those who tell the tale, unwittingly, of finding small joys
amidst sky-full clouds, all grayed bunting of burning stink

few wiser than my old, tired and smokey clouded eyes,
though, one yet detects those who are truly not lost,
those who are found, and those who will find them all,
and lead them to the safest places inside themselves

and my heart and brain, at last in unison,
forgives the restless adults who with grownup worries,
yet can! just barely detect those mini joy-rivulets among the whiffs
of destruction and bravery, losses and new hands extended

So I ask, Mum, what game shall we play next?

Perhaps, Noah’s Ark?
https://www.washingtonpost.com/weather/2019/11/21/massive-bush-fires-horrendous-heat-worsening-drought-plague-australia-summer-nears/

^ search Manhattan Vignettes in the HP Search Box
Tess M Nov 2019
took double what
the label said;
first time
kinda scary
kinda don't care;
yet appropriate too
he needed to go
away
Amaris Oct 2019
The blonde girl in my first class
Shares the same planner habits as me
Invited me to a party, my first
I watched a clock tick away
In tandem to music six blocks down
The girl, my “name twin”
In geology lab, playing with rocks
We traded phone numbers
She has her own group of friends
I sit by myself three rows up
The girl sitting across from me
Effortlessly thin, stark tattoos
We think and feel so similarly
She just made a friend, so
I only ask what they did for fun
A coworker, moving states away
I thought she was a cool Cali girl
Brunette ice princess
She hugged me on her last day
Now I smile at her 3AM Instagram selfies
At opportunities, I tried to jump
Misjudged the distance and fell instead
I scraped up my hands, leaving scars
I’ll remember you, years later
You who could have been a friend
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