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J Bjork Mar 19
Everything is different,
aggravated noise is swept
off into the distance
I wanted quiet, here it is,
and I still can't relax
as questions persist
over an everlasting cause
while answers dance
beyond the hanging clouds
of resistance,
showing that I make choices
but don't really know
what's missing

My life is a constant
reminder
of being trapped in a blind spot
from the bind of one’s own
imperceptive thoughts-
it’s a feat of escape
to consciously accept
what might be an earthquake
because I'm mental,
I'm down,
and I'm about to break
but this only makes it harder
to alleviate

It didn't matter when
I was young,
I could run faster then,
but inevitably
wherever you go
there you are

So I lose patience,
looking at the sign
telling me what I already know:
I'm stuck in misery's
afterglow
wondering why I
go out of my way
to make being alive so hard
by spending all of
my time alone
hiding in the dark
02/18
Zack Ripley Oct 2021
Things change every day
whether we like it or not.
That's why it's so important
to work with what we've got.
Because one day, they just might pave paradise to put up a parking lot
Kezexxe Mar 17
A warrior fights for what he or she believes in,
A warrior does not need to fight with a gun,
And a warrior does not need to have a sword,
A warrior does not need any weapons,
He or she has their own weapon,
It is the weapon of speech,
For speech changes people more than a gun would,
Or a sword would,
Or any other weapon would, or should,
Your speech can change people.
Syafie R Mar 17
On my born day, lost,
A crow's cry fills the cold air—
"God, why must I try?"
Lynn Mar 15
I come across a broken beach
The roses there smell of peach
I walk the path across the sandy shore
The sand is the deep green of evermore
Lunar light glistens on my skin
It purifies where whatever is withiring
Within the chamber of my ribcage
The heart that decays
Moon lilies bloom on my skin
In this realm night has no middle
No end
No beginning
So on the shore I am sitting
Moon-kissed skin is never tan
I bury my legs into the sand
I wade in the wind
It tickles my skin
I feel the hand
Of a man
Pick me from the sand
My place
And plop me in a glass vase
the sky so hauntingly beautiful
with all it's different faces
so pale and grey and somber
so vibrant and orange and joyous
so dark and purple and mysterious
so bright and blue and carefree
the sky has many faces
they change at will
with the change of the wind
the colors shift to show it's emotions
the sky so hauntingly beautiful
Niranjan R Mar 13
Decided to become that version—
Heartless. Ruthless.
No place for love.

No emotions dictating,
Only silence, always calculating.
No chances taken,
Nothing to hurt, no pain to endure.

But then it dawned—
Even this was emotion dictating.
Just a bargain with time,
To postpone the pain.

No one is invulnerable.
No one is unstoppable.
No one can escape,
When love decides to pay a visit.

No one can escape
The joy that it brings,
And the dreaded pain that follows
Depressing situations force us to abandon our love and care;
become something different.
Abandon what gives us unimaginable pain.
But love is eternal.
No one can escape the joy and the dreaded pain that follows.
Julia Celine Mar 13
Even today,
with callouses on my fingertips
I still reach out to touch you
and feel pain

And even today,
with lips thinned to shallow line
I still recite your verses
And though I change,

It's what you've made of me
It's what you've made of me

That lives forever
All the same
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