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Edmundo Mar 2021
Paintings must have a poetry for each eye
An escape for each truthful try
To evade what more scapes the dye
That paints a mind blind
That scrapes for single thought that is kind

Poems must paint a painting
For eyes that are fainting
Sore with the harsh and painful reality
Of feeling while fleeing
From thoughts that rush too fast
imber Mar 2021
I pull each of my teeth out, carefully
open a door to flee, get away from here
I go hunting for love, don’t find a single prey today
so I withdraw alone in the cold, close the door to this day
Zoe Mei Mar 2021
all i have ever wanted
is to be
unmoored
alone
a ship
cast off
from the populated shores
into a sea of stars
to sail among cotton clouds
into fantasy beyonds
to need never look
on the world i leave below
and never glance back
on my body which my mind
leaves behind
on the lapping shores of the living
Zoe Mei Mar 2021
Brown hair drip
drops down onto
black squishy flip flops
and
seamless white plastic shower floor.

Then it is tan sand
and saltwater spray;
and the great gray-blue ocean
lies before bare burrowing toes
and air vent breaths
are washing tides
and the shushing breeze.

She is naked and young and alone
tan, svelte and smooth
squeezing sea from dark tangled hair
on a beach
where air smells sweet
salt, not stinking seaweed
and everything the temperature of her body.
The sun burns not too hot or bright
in pastel-streaked sky
rays not of needle glares but cotton.

The standing,
quiet calm
no chatter but seagulls
air enough to fill both lungs:


a world that is plush and halcyon
and needs no reason
I wrote this poem when I was super anxious (obviously in the shower), and I just needed some fantasy to feel okay.
Alicia Moore Feb 2021
do you simply enjoy travelling to dreamland,
or is it that living in reality feels too much like a nightmare?
Empire Jan 2021
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I'm gonna get myself into trouble one of these days
I thought I wanted drinks
Maybe I want pills
I've always been drawn to anything that'll make my head foggy
Pull thick clouds into my mind
Slow my racing heart
Numb my body

I don't always get that
I have my various ways
I could easily ruin my life with drugs
It's enticing
Something better than having to live
Not without its own pains
But at least sometimes they'd go away

And it's then that I find myself
Wrapped in a foggy bliss
Nearly unable to move
Can't think
Barely breathing
And that's how I like it
I almost thought I'd die
The thought didn't seem to bother me
Not with my system flooded
With whatever it is I've decided to take
No... there's a kind of peace in deciding
You have nothing left to lose
It's really amazing what's legal to put in your body
sophie Jan 2021
7.
she leaves for hours on end
then she comes back
eats
sleeps
school
out
a girl escapes.
Maya Jan 2021
Pieces of the hourglass strikes my skin,
the gold is oozing drip by drip.
The ruby sand crash in my eye.
Wincing in pain,
Now I'm inside.
Sometimes escaping can lead us to a dark path.
Her *******, voluptuous and heavy
His breathing, shallow and fast
Their bodies entangled in a mess of lost limbs
Two lovers keeping themselves warm through the winter

His arms, tattooed and tough
Her neck, ringed with bruises from a former abuser
A night of frenzied madness somehow construed as passion
An escape from a life of mundane expectations

Her voice, soft and melodious
His touch, gentle yet commanding
Their short term union causing long term confusion
Two lovers present in the magic of the moment
two lovers escaping
fray narte Dec 2020
To outrun this storm on foot is a fool's errand. So if I stop — if I choose to stay here and drench myself with its sorrows — press each bit against my chest, will they finally feel mine? Will they feel my aching for escape? Will they finally let me go?



Alas, maybe it's not a storm I'm running from, but something else.
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