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Ankita Dash Jun 2020
You scroll through your social media where people have sworn not to show what they feel like so their 'profiles' can be aesthetic to look at.
You look at dog videos and swear not to think about your dead dog with whom you never got to cuddle one last time.
You walk through streets you've never been to hoping that it'll lead to a story.
You kiss boys and girls you don't really like and pretend you're waiting for the three-days-later call. You constantly listen to Cardi B because you can't take another Bon Iver song.
You fake a smile, an ******, a brave face.
You look at where you're staying and pretend not to long for that one little park in Paris where  you could spend your entire life.
You unblock the ones you lost and feel a fleeting sense of comfort in knowing that they're not happy either and block them again, to feel 'powerful'.
You look back at your journey and sigh because you haven't done enough. You curl into your uncomfortable bed.


And then you realise you're not done.


You realise your journey is just starting. There's so much left for you to say and do and teach and feel. You realise that the best part about yourself is that you're hopeful, despite it all. You realise that despite all the bad that has gotten to you, there's still good, and you can create it. You realise that you've places to go and people to fall for. You've learnt to become your own teacher and your own pupil. You realise that the sky is not the limit for you. You think people calling themselves a work in progress is a cliché, but you know you're one yourself. You're not magnificent. But you will be.


So you light up a cheap cigarette and play the Bon Iver song. And you wait.
This is obviously not a poem, but prose. I just wanted it to be up here.
Gigi Jun 2020
What does it mean to be
alive in such a fake world
You hold me close
blushing cheeks
entangled arms
giddy laughter
to which your dark clouds reply
Run
Your storm provides indeed
I just wish for once
the excitement was real
Your love was real
The World was real
free to be you
free to be me

Oh what a wonderful world
it would be
we all have secrets, but our subconscious suffering hurts others as we pretend to be someone, or something, we are not.
Ale Jun 2020
My body disintegrates
in front of my own eyes
And I slowly flow into the air.

I can see everything from up here,
from the bigger image
to the tiniest of details
The wind carries me through towns,
cities,
states,
countries,
parks and houses,
oceans and deserts,
through the lives of many.

I live vicariously through your life,
your problems are my problems,
your feelings my feelings.
You mold my shapeless existence
around yourself.  

I am the scary waves
fighting against each other,
I am the sun
that burns your skin,
I am the rain that soaks
through your clothes
and leaves you cold and lonely.
I am the sunset
that softly paints golden the afternoon,
the moon that shines where lovers meet,
the worn out,
brittle pages that fill your heart with joy
and make your mind wonder.
Im am everything that exists
and ever existed
and I am nothing at once.
I am an empty shell
Resting at the bottom
Of the lonely, dark ocean floor
I feel nothing,
I am no one.
I didn’t pay much attention to the structure of this poem, sorry. Unfortunately, I waste the majority of my time asking myself existential questions that are always detrimental to my mental health, and there are times where I feel like am nothing at all.
Kelly Marie Jun 2020
Isn’t it exhausting
Pulling all your tricks
Picking out your mask for the day
Seeing which one fits?
Jordan Jun 2020
I wake up beneath rubble,
slowly getting up and dusting my self off.

A woman blindsides me,
attacking.

I threw her out the window,
listening to her scream
as she's removed from the scene.

An oscar?
Maybe.

For now just a scene
in a movie starring me.
Kenedie Jun 2020
Wake up,

hide the tears,

put on the smile,

ignore the weight of depression,

cheer others up,

act silly,

come home,

cry,

repeat.
I am really good at hiding my depression in public
Unpolished Ink May 2020
Fiction causes friction

An untruth uttered and whispered, gets muttered

It grows until it throws  a shadow on the truth

Fake news screws and skews what we see

In a deception of perception

A false perfection

Losing reality

In a flood of banality!
Jasmine Reid May 2020
Deep down I knew, that you would never fail, and never or stray off your trail.
From telling me what I think was the truth yet also a lie, you’re so good at hiding, you.

Deep down I knew, that I was just for you to *****.

It’s out of the sheets now.
Ever been told something over and over yet a completely different story from another person.
Catherine Bailey May 2020
As I feel the suffocating cries of misery
Your ghosted smile spirited me away
My heart remained longing and hungry
For the chance you stayed with me that day

The gentle warming and bound peace
From your disappearing, loving embrace
And the sweet aroma of honey from you,
Told me that everything you said was pain

Yet the tears wetting my cold cheek
Could never compare to your lips
As each droplet makes a streak,
I find your love for me was an eclipse
I’m tired, I should go retire
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