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Raga Apr 24
When  ghouls and ghosts of a haunted past hunts down
Mason's of a future,the brigadeless shadows dwindle through the riverly course of time,
For all that remains  within are the dreads of dead alongside rubbles and rummages of your memories that'll never sink in the spoils of my mind.
Raga Apr 11
Losing you was easy until my silly heart realized that It lost itself.
Ahnaf Apr 6
The moon stares silently

powerless

It's not like the sun
which we see without a single glance

The moon is unseen,
even in its full splendor

powerless

It doesn't bother
and we hardly bother to look
Markus Russin Dec 2018
still here
these stars
what might they look like
in places where i used to be
old homes and destinations
i always needed to depart
their shimmer
is it that much brighter?
without enough of me
to recognize
myself at night
when i look at the clouds to find
that stars are callous
unconcerned
about me or the yous i lost
no future now worth speaking of
just little lamps
and bland emotions
the usual, you might say

if solitude were virtue
would this for once not make me
a somebody to reckon with
Luna Jay Dec 2018
A priceless piece of art in her precious gallery.
Punctured with a nail, she hangs for all to see.
Her creator, unknown.
A man masked in grey-
Took his artwork by the hand,
And traded her for pay.
Time spent perfecting; now long gone.
The Act or Art itself had gone all wrong.
The linework snakes through unknown feelings.
Canvas skin, your paint is peeling.
And here you sit, sealing
Your patches with rancid untruths.
These abused blue hues
He uses so aloof.
As your are hanging, with no tongue left for maiming,
He finds a new soul he believes needs framing.
You and she shall be the same-
Abuse and misuse are
Engrained in the brains
Of the women he has tried to tame…
But he is no artist.
Anne J Dec 2018
no heart only self
mortality is just apathy
emotions all dull
I was listening to No Heart by 21 Savage and for some reason a need to make a haiku came up into my mine....It's really sad to be someone who has no feelings that thinks about others :( Thank God I personally am full of sympathy and empathy :D
Sebastian Nov 2018
You turn around,
You call my name
But I no longer believe the same;
There's paper stacked upon your window pane.

The clocks are worn,
My boots are torn,
They've come some way since they were born
And things that shine often do not conform.

A whisper here
Is a thunder there,
A glass of wine to lay it bare;
Don't tell me silence dwells behind that stare.

You don't run fast
Because you must;
It's fine to break out from your crust
And build a smile that's free from all your lust.

We're far apart
But all the same;
Forget the shapes and forms and blame
And you will see we walk down the same lane.

I walk through eyes
So close and distant
Depending on how long the instant;
Some grow warm while others grow resistant.
Kate Nov 2018
They think I am cold,
And distant,
Some would say aloof.
I glare at everyone I see,
Ignore anyone who talks,
Shut out my friends and family.

I retreat into myself,
Into my room,
Into whatever dark corner I can find
Because the pain of facing them,
Enduring another heartbreak,
It's just too much to bear.

I've tried to let people in,
Let them see my warmer side,
Show them who I truly am.
All they do is tear a **** in my heart,
And leave me to bleed,
To die with only myself as company.

So I am cold.
I am distant.
I am aloof.
I glare at everyone.
I talk to no one.
I shut out my friends and family.
But only to protect myself
From all the pain they will cause,
And all the lies they will tell.
I protect myself from the world,
And they protect themselves from me.
Pandora Nov 2018
Rain falls, I cry
Finally I match the sky
I felt so out of place for so long
The dripping makes a calming song
Making me feel at home
When I'm far from people I never feel alone
Far away I run from fear
However I can’t help but shed a tear
The future is never something I could know
I shiver, the rain turns to snow
Markus Russin Sep 2018
elusive-wheezing though
some traps are permanent
they cling; i drift away
can never be a whole
a dreamt-up version of
however flawed i am
I moved; I had a fever; I wrote this down; I published it.
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