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Garrett Johnson May 2020
Arrive to leave

Salem.
Asylum.
For all.
Reaching.
Frantic.
Friday.
Evening.
Someday.
Antisocial.
Nev­er.
Rush.
Flash.
Such.
Wandering.
Navigating.
Endless.
Vibrant chaos.
Crusading.
Blum.
Continuos.
Relinquish.
Embraced.
Distorti­on
Within.
Grasp
Taunting.
Disappeared.
In agony.
Collection.
Mural.
Saga.
Certain of.
Past.
Parasite
Of waves.
Confined.
Seeking.
Redemption.


Garrett Johnson & Eleesha Mayo.
Thanks for the words Eleesha.
It's walking around a lot.
hazem al jaber Apr 2020
Who i am ...

if you asking ...
who i am ...
i'm the pen ...
an arrested pen ...
sown in garden ...
in a heart's flowers ..
to pour my ink ...
and to irrigate ...
all rose with word ...
to let them all dance ...
with every new day ...
no matter ...
how long will be ...
the captor to flowers ...
just i matter ...
to give a happiness ...
and to pour my words ...
as a pleasant water ...
to the garden ...
where i'm there ...

i'm just a pen ...
i do dance ...
with my words ...
how ever my roses smile ...
while i'm penning my words ...

it's me sweetheart ...
the pen which create ...
only for you ...

hazem al ...
wilfred nyandiko Apr 2020
I cry
I laugh
Sometimes am forced to act like am okay
Even when things aren’t working my way

You refer to me as perfect
That you give me no space to cry
To me there is no chance of trying
I have to work like my life depends on it

Whenever I try to express my feelings
You say that am abnormal
You have forgotten that am human
And crying is just normal

You say that I have changed
Yeah that true
This is all because of this pain that you have inflicted in me
May be if you would have listened I would have been normal

Right now am indebted to the pain that you inflicted in me
Coz pain is like a loan
And no matter what I do I can never repay it
You’ve forgotten that am human
And crying is just normal
Serendipity Mar 2020
Who am I?
But a collection of sounds in colors?
Of tastes in scents?
Of misery in delight?

I am nothing but the shadow
of good times
and there
lost files.
Serendipity Mar 2020
I woke up to the sound
of moon on my skin
and velvet on my lips.

The scent of pine cones
will always
smell like
a memory I lost
long ago
of home.
Jayanta Mar 2020
It is a call for ‘social isolation’
to make ‘social distance’ far-reaching
Isolate the self and searching for self!

So, lock the gate from inside
And Lock the main door!
Confined myself at house!
Try to find myself in the space within!
Searching for the self!

Searching self in the gadgets of communication
Unable to find out the absolute self …
It is Relative!
Relative to space and time ….
At point becoming invisible!
Question arises
“Whether invisibility link to infinity?”

Now, it is started to rain,
Sound of raindrops on the rooftop
Remind me
‘you are not alone’!

In-between ponder on
  ‘Existence of infinity’
“An infinite temporal regress of events is an actual infinite”……
“An infinite temporal regress of events cannot exist”!

‘Infinite cannot exist’,
Self is not infinite
It is miniscule!

Then,
“What is about sense of singularity
Individuality, or self-sameness?”
Is it there!

It is
Confronted with question of identity
In the world where flexibility expected
As virtue and
Accelerating change transfuses in society!

It is the call for ‘social isolation’
To make ‘social distance’ far-reaching
Searching self and
Answering who am I?
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Pondering with pandemic under incursions   of Covid19
Viji Vishwanath Mar 2020
Impossible?
No... I am possible
If I am possible
You are also possible
If you are possible
We are also possible
If we all are possible
Nothing is impossible
Isn’t that makes the sense of possibilities in such a way
That makes your path a brighter ray
That keeps to increase its shine day by day
That no one can ever make a hurdle to your victorious way
And that glorified beam of possibilities will rely whatever the situations may
Possibility in impossibility itself defines its possibility
Marietta Ginete Mar 2020
It’s at 3 am
when I imagine you.
Your hands, the way you move them
around my body, roaming through.
Your voice makes me go weak,
my legs trembling at each word.
I have been like this for a week.
The way you’ve got me is absurd.
i literally have no comment for this
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