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tia Jun 2020
i hear the whisper
of his candid soul
that saunters in my dream

and it hums,

it hums gently
and fills the entire room
with wordless melodies.

his lips create
the softest of tunes
that drift away into
the bubble of fantasy,

and it hums,

it hums until i’m able
to coalesce into
the song he’s singing.
Garrett Smith Jun 2020
Never learned how to live without this cloud in my head
Got a script for the doctor, tells me how to live
Never wrong, never right, why is everything a fight
All work, no play its the same every day, every day, every day, like its Groundhog Day
Need a break from the monotony its gotten me
Twisted in the head like a knot
About to trip and drop
Spiraling
Never asked for help, now that's a fallacy
Honestly, on my hands and knees for someone listening
But when I look into the sky I start to daydream
Head in the clouds, I make distance from the screams, hiding behind my dreams while I leave them only as dreams its easy to see Why
When we die there might as well be nothing
We can't treat eachother right here
When right here
And now
Is all that really matters
Grey May 2020
I’m
lost
in
a
world
existing
only
in
my
dreams
~♥~
5/22/2020
Samara May 2020
the church bell tolls
one, two, three times for my soul
God will never take away
my reason to pray

sighing between sips of cyanide
by the sea side
my pace a little slower
my eyes a little lower
it's all quite hazy
living in a day dream
Jennifer May 2020
love, i dream of you
often. my
mind is lost in a
haze aphrodite
cast upon me;
my skull is a
honey-***,
waiting to be
scooped
up by some loving
hand.
Zhavaed Haemaed Apr 2020
You were born a cloud chaser,
Why, then do you fear touchdown.
You were born a cloud walker,
Why then do your thoughts,
sometimes, crash and burn ?
der kuss Apr 2020
i had a sleepover with a friend
we talked all night about my lover
who wanted me sometimes
i talked and mused about him all night
as if i didn't know that we were never meant to be
in the morning i put on my shoes again
i left for work but i left my soul in bed—talking
about him made him alive and had me died
so i sat in my desk caught in a daydream and cried all-day
i skipped work the next day just to feel
the sorrow into the bones
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