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KG Nov 2020
Waiting on the elevator
For my day of labor
Instant gratification after
Days of waiting safer
Now we talk in secret
Spaces craving the others
Flavor of disgust leaving
Rust in my joints and bones
Masochistic I remember
Pain has always been my
Home.
𝐀𝖓𝖓𝖆 Oct 2019
I caught you smiling
Through our kiss
In the chaos of the elevator
Wishing we were taking our clothes off
To lay down next to each ones body
And stare the stars upon us
Dead lights but oh they shine so bright
I wish you could see
That you shine just the same
Inside my heart.
I'll go crazy for you if I have to
And I say it again
You don't have to do a blood pact with me
I'm already attached to you
Happy guy who still makes me shine along.
Masha Yurkevich Jan 2019
There is
no elevator
to success;
you
have to take
the stairs.
Success does not always
come easy,
but it will come to those
who care.
Maya Sep 2018
the sun will die
but not for a long time
not before our own infinities
collapse into the absurdity and
the unimportance of it
all.

the sun will die
but not before goodwill
closes its doors one last time.
so long ****** $1 books and
memories of old people couches
that smelled like **** and beer and your great-grandfather's
apartment.

yeah, the sun will die
but not before those
kids who used to pick on you
and that ******* on the train
who got kicked in the ***** for making lewd comments in the quiet car
become worm food for
more decent creatures.

the sun will ******* die
so be glad.
everything ends including
all us *******,
us heavy breathers and
old ladies and ex-cons and alcoholics and plain humans.

the sun will die
but we got other things to worry about
more relative than all the others
so we may as well
enjoy
the
wait.
Saki Wang May 2018
Floating





       Low
Enough


To

Press
The
Basement Floor.
b Jan 2018
my writing class is above the pharmacy.
an old elevator
still rising
when the doors open.

nothing poetic happened to me today
so why am i here
Guden Oct 2017
I'm stuck in an elevator
Between floors
I can't remember if it was going down,
Up,
Maybe sideways,
I guess it doesn't matter anymore.
I'm stuck in this lift,
Alone,
I've always been alone.
Ten years ago I thought I was,
You convinced me otherwise
Now you're gone,
Moving up,
Or down,
With somebody else.
And I'm stuck,
Between floors,
With myself.
You told me in the end I was terrible company,
Now I know,
It's true.
I don't know that person
Looking back at me
In that mirror
In a lift,
That is stuck
Between floors,
Maybe 9 and 10,
Both are my lucky numbers,
Not anymore.
I've been trapped in this cabin
For hours
Perhaps days,
I'm not sure
You took my watch.
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