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Druzzayne Rika Jul 2018
Colours mixing with each other
there is a new colour born
a new shade
taking the new shape
blinding the landscape

spiralling out of control
not in hold
spilling its content
without intent
ripping over
and under
unclear
emptying till it disappears
it is gone now.
Andres Martinez Jul 2018
sometimes I day dream you'll give me a moment
But as I sit and think about it
every opportunity  we have just never seems to work.
whether you got things to do or people to see
It's clear you've got time for others  just not for me
Hurt wouldnt be the word to describe what I want to express
more like confident that I'm better than the rest
I'll let you figure that out when he sends that late night text
you'll realize that his lust isn't love it's  all about the *** and as you sit there full of regrets  if I come to mind it's because you know those chumps aren't even on my level not even close to 2nd best.
Haydee Jun 2017
Looking at the stars.
Searching for the brightest one
But my eyes were closed.
FormlessMars Jun 2018
You would walk into her room to find an awful mess. All the stars in the universe laid across her bedroom floor as she had plucked them one by one unsatisfied with every purchase.

No wonder I didn't see any stars last night.

I found her curled up on her bed crying. She said nothing was wrong with the most beautiful smile on her face simultaneous to her tears flowing like graceful Nile river wannabes.

You could see her pain. She was really ****** when it came to hiding it.

Sometimes you'd be looking straight into the eyes of pain, but you'd momentarily fall in love because it's so beautiful.

Despite her pain and her messy *** room there were days where she loved herself more than anyone else. And those days were frequent.

And on those days you could see how truly beautiful she is. It's like God took much longer when he made her, kinda like he was finessing her design.

I told her exactly that once and she replied:

"He made me weirdly pretty I think, like not normal pretty. Weird pretty. Idk."
For my best friend for always inspiring me. I love you.
Dara Slick Jun 2018
I opened up,
like a daisy in the crack of an old road.
You were kind when you told me I shouldn't grow there,
and then you picked me.
I wasn't mad either.
You were gentle,
kind, and I got the message.

Perhaps, friendship blooms better on the sidewalk.
Rejection isn't so bad. I'm content, if it works it works. If not, why force it?
amber Jun 2018
alone but never lonely
or
lonely but never alone

which
are
you?
inspired by bexey... does being alone fulfill you and make you happy?...
She Writes Jun 2018
I had accepted my fate
Content with drowning
You woke me up
Made me crave life again
And just like that
You saved me
When I wasn’t looking for a savior
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