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Jack L Martin Aug 2018
Here I am
Where am I?
I stare at you
You stare at me

I see you speak
But hear nothing
My mind wanders
I hear some words

Birds are chirping
Why am I hungry?
I just ate lunch
Is the Earth calling me?

Phones are ringing
Tweets are tweeting
Are you ok?
Are you paying attention?

I nod my head
But heard nothing
You look apeased
My goal is accomplished
Mary Frances Aug 2018
You are drifting further and further away from me
And I don't know if I'll stay or leave you be
I feel like I'm no longer of use to you
You've reached your dreams
but I still have to reach mine too.

Pray tell, between us two,
what am I to you?
Tøast Jul 2018
My life is an animation.
Just a cartoonists drawing as I drip and slide with the cosmic flow.
Bouncing off objects and seeping through the floor, deeper and deeper as I lose myself once again.
Neither existing or otherwise, just flowing and leaving it behind. Scene to scene, nothing more than a prescribed drop of emotions.
A slowmotion adventure as I explore possibilities.
Natalie Bowers Jun 2018
Caught in this space between (life) and death,
Trying to muster the (will) go on,
To (get) back the joy in my hollow eyes.
I wish I were (better), stronger, enough
For (my) loved ones, who anchor me when I drift away,
They call out, “(Darling), come back to us”.
Mary-Eliz Jun 2018
eerily summoned

lonely
               
                      drifting
                                     on
                                                       unknown
                                         paths
                               forlorn
               bereft

                                   mislaid in
                  strange
places

unhinged senses
surreal thoughts
chilling dreams

lunatic demons
unholy ghosts

songs unsung
in
minor chords

music unnoted
in
words unheard

crazed
movements
 undanced

meaningless
nothingness
psychotic
paranoid
hopeless
u­seless
insipid
devoid
zero
nil
0
Rose May 2018
Seeping sadness
eating me alive
while I sit here aimlessly
breathing
to the buzzing of the stove.
Wingless appetite
of a girl
who brainlessly bargains
as her soft
little soul
drifts away.
She heartlessly mutters
of love
she doesn’t feel.

All that she feels is steam
puffing past her face
as she slowly
wears
her wrinkles
day after day.
To those who've felt aimlessly waiting for life to carry on, as the days carry on.
Chloe Apr 2018
existing
sometimes feels
a little like
drifting in space.
Payton Apr 2018
I can't seem to get you out of my head.
Every thought, every memory, I dread.
Why did it end up this way?
Everything that has happened is not okay.
Why can't everything go back to the way they used to be?
I miss everything we had, don't you see?
I miss talking to you day and night.
Now, I'm wondering if we're going to be alright.
How come we drifted so far apart?
Can't you see what it's doing to my heart?
I'm the only one who cries myself to sleep.
Everything about us, I wish I could keep.
But everything between us just isn't the same,
and you're the only one to blame.
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