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Bragi May 2018
I can’t do this
Thoughts like mist

a fist.
Fog.
My minds missing a cog

a clock.
My eyes are burning

Hurting
My thoughts are turning

stop.
My stomach

in knots

A rot
Inside out
all I can think about.

stop
Falling over me like a wash
Of molten lava
Melting me from the inside

Out.
Hot.

The Devil my master.

Monster

food for thought.
The heat you feel when the cold
Won’t stop
your soul’s been bought.

Hot.

Heat makes for

Heavy
Breathing.

Heaving.

Heave


Heaven.

Stop.
alexa May 2018
hand shaking
decision making-
poor as always
i am mistaken
fell for the wrong one,
words slipped from my tongue
without a second thought
i'm coming undone.
"think before you speak,
you're individually unique"
but how do you love yourself
when your heart's always asleep?
dreaming about pain,
the never-ending rain,
help me please don't
let my words be in vain.
i'm trying to love you from far away
but i'm struggling to get through my day
without your eyes in my life
god i don't know what else to say.
distracted with another,
you're still my favorite lover
but i'm tired of all this
treating you like my brother.
everything is falling gray
no one will actually stay
despite how much i beg
"please don't let it be this way."
i deceive and i lie
without a reason to oblige,
talk me down from this ledge...
stop telling me goodbye.
Aa Harvey May 2018
What’s in a name?


Butterflies do not taste of butter
And unicorns are not made from corn.
Blue bottle flies do not come in a blue bottle
And a lady bird is not a bird at all.


But what is in a name anyway?  We do not get to choose it.
It is forced upon us when we are born.
Parents hope their child will be inspired to become something amazing,
But we all lose something, when we lose our innocence
And we lose as we learn how to listen and to talk.


Some animals, given enough time, will inspire us to give them a name,
Befitting their personality.
But no child can be given such a privilege,
Because of the demands of society.


The instant we are conceived,
The arguments of a proper name do begin.
If only we were given more time to see the child’s personality,
Maybe we would be able to change our reasoning.


But dreams are simply wishes that are too quick to be gone,
To ever be fully appreciated.
If we took our time during the moment of name-giving,
Maybe the idea of what is right, would somehow become shifted.


Patience is a virtue and time is precious;
So take your time to see the bigger picture
And maybe you could make a difference.


(C)2016 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Lyka Mosca Apr 2018
I have lived
Wishing I did better
Than what I have
Done before

Wishing I could turn
Back and do things
Right and better than
What I did

So many what ifs in the world
What ifs inside my head
What if I was someone
What if I became someone

What if I lived
Which I used
To be before

Have I changed?
I probably did
Because now,
I'm confused and fed up

From who I am
To what I want
What I need
Who I need

There are so many
Questions, popping
In my head
Thinking
What couldve been

I want to cry
Its so hard not to let
Everything I feel out
wish for me something good, I'm dying
Banana Apr 2018
I'm learning about life in a bubble.
I'm learning to use words but not speak.
So when I talk it sounds rehearsed or fake,
Until I don't even know who I am or how I arrived here;
but I look and dress and act like all the figures around me.
Am I part of this?
Is this really who I’ve decided to be?
When they talk about you,
They always talk about your heart,
"He has a good heart they say"
And I know,
I’ve seen it.

So if your heart is full.
Let me go,
So that the constant sneaking glance back and forth I give you can stop.
Let me go,
So I can learn to draw a line.
Let me go,
So that I can try and establish a friendship between us.
Let me go,
So that you can fill the void in your heart that I can’t.
Let me go,
So that you can be truly happy
Let me go,
If you don’t want to rest your head on my chest
Let me go,
So I don’t yearn for Eskimo kisses, or the feeling of your cheek on mine in the dark.
Let me go,
So that the songs on the radio don’t remind me of you
Let me go,
So that the voices inside my head don’t sound your name
Let me go.

OR

Ask me to stay,
So that I can finally hold your gaze
Ask me to stay,
So that we try to become more than friends
Ask me to stay,
So that our worlds can collide,
Ask me to stay,
Because you know you’re worth every ounce of love I have to give
Ask me to stay,
So that I can write poetry about us
Ask me to stay,
So you can be in energy of love, comfort and acceptance of your best and worst self
Ask me to stay,
So that you can see MY heart.

Ask me to stay...
solfang Apr 2018
you're slowly erased
from my mind;
that the pain of
the past is not
resurfacing anymore

but maybe—
I overwrote it
with denial,
that I forgot how

love, anger and heartbreak

once looked like on the
blank canvas,
of my healing heart.

would new colours,
be drawn across
anytime soon?
recently I don't feel pain anymore, but could it be because there are new feelings? hmm...?
PatrickHertveld Apr 2018
Live by a principle
That can be a stone
A corner strong
On your path
Paved with love
Passion above
All way along
#life #love #mind #mindset #positive #decisions
Brendan Roher Apr 2018
below a tall fig tree
stands a desperately hungry
me
sun shedding heat softly
pores exposed and accepting,
I cannot seem to reach far above me

I try it all
hoping that one might give up and fall
to my feet, into my hand,
that fig - so tender and small
will it be ripe enough for me?
can I accept from an unknown ficus tree?

if all the little fruits of substance,
gazed down upon me from a seat higher up
-in heaven, perhaps
each a different life, a different possibility
maybe then would the choice be so simple
as to pick and choose the right one for me

yet in the heart of the fig tree I stand
hungry and unable to spot difference from sameness

the fruitful choices might, then, just laugh at me
as I struggle to reach even one, singularly
sitting in the heart
slowly starving
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