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Mansi Jul 2020
The rawness of this world
Is often overwhelming
That’s why easier to find an escape
Rather then live in the moment

We are safe in our hiding place
But from there
we can only
watch life slip away
Nishant Rawat Jun 2020
Your love was the home,
I yearned to have.
But it turned out to be the prison,
Now I want to escape.
When love is your prison
I often have a dream,
About this feeling
It is an escape,
This love.

I don't know where I am
So I thought of holding her hand
And taking her along
On a journey with no sure destination.

Sometimes I'm stuck
listening to the background noise,
I'm fading out into the unknown.
This seemingly perpetual dip in time
Makes me come back to life.

Realising a purpose
Now that I have her,
It is time to make our journey
Conflate and intertwine
Like Adam and Eve
Exiled from the garden of Eden
Seeking salvation together for eternity.

It is time to put an end to this pretend
Even if this union is treason,
For the summers are always slipping away
But the show must go on
We can escape together now,
Without having to give any reason.
Love is an escape, even when considered unholy or sin, is still pure. Escaping together, breaking the shackles of society and acceptance, towards another reality to fulfil the potential of the union.
The Architect Jun 2020
Hot tears spill
despite the efforts of my fists
deep in my eye sockets.
Even behind the void,
my sensitivity escapes.
Even when I think I've outgrown it,
it comes back like a curl around my heart.

If only I could black out
without causing them any worries,
and in my greatest passion
to deal with my pain,
there's still something left to criticize.

If only I could show
how flawed I am.
Prove that I'm not the perfect child
they hoped for.
If only I could stop feeling
the world around me
as a burden in my chest.
Written 23/06/2020
The rain often makes me wonder,
Whether it is time to just surrender
The essence of what I thought was relevant,
Slowly turning into a blunder.
Where is the inspiration you need for the perseverance you want to breed?
hiba sajid Jun 2020
Is happiness a mere delusion?
A brief distraction
of pleasant emotions,
to escape from the bleak realities of life?

Are memories a mere illusion?
An allusion
to reminisce about the happy past
& escape from the bitter realities of life?
What is happiness? why do you want to be happy? why does your happiness make someone else sad or envious.? Love above all, kindness beyond all
JCabanilla Jun 2020
Dreams I have seen in my head,
What a useful bed-
Making me undead.
What do you do to escape reality?
The protagonist wanted to have a fictional life, don't ever want to wake up in the cruel life he had. So dreaming was his/her only escape since sleeping was a temporary death.
Written by: JCabanilla
Tony Tweedy Jun 2020
It is not as sad to die alone.... (relief, escape, freedom, end)
As it is to live alone and die the slow lonely death of never giving the love you wish to share and feel.
It is a sadness that only the bearer can know for the witnesses only ever saw loneliness' outer shell if they even noticed at all.
I could love you.... so easily would I do so.
Art is my escape
The place I dare to dream,
Depositing frustrations
That make me want to scream;
Tying up the loose ends
Of mental threads about to snap
Seeking peaceful solitude
From a world that's full of crap.
Sometimes, pen and paper
Are the only things I trust,
When all around me shatters,
And turns to empty dust.
Here among the soft lights
Of lamp, and desk, and ink
I give into emotion
So I do not have to think.
Angela Jun 2020
I told u I was fine
All I need is a glass of water
To take some pills
I never knew u cared
Your eyes were blank with blackness
That was all I needed
You wouldn't under stand all the nights I spent shivering
Hiding from my dreams
I would paint the sky with my tears
I have lost too many times
I have failed too many things
My arms are the proof of my revenge
Memories hopefully forgot come flooding back in
I grab for a knife to cut out the pain, horror, memories, and the nightmares I have of you
While I bleed I see the memories, horror, pain, and nightmares start to flow out with the colors of blood.
Then the knife falls from my hand and drops into the puddle of memories, horror, pain,   and nightmares with the color of blood red.
When you need to clean your sins my wrist were made to bleed
I can't sleep tonight the demons of mind take over and haunt my soul and mind
Every night is a sleepless night when the demons taunt and play and rip apart you insides and blood filled with memories, pain, horror, and nightmares come flowing out in the tears the roll down my cheeks in the middle of a restless night.
Each restless night I spend with the demons I make peace with the darkness
The last night I spend with these demons will be the last night I live.
This is one of my lows no u didn't do what I wrote this in my head this is what came out
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