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The Eighteenth of August 1918
Is apparently a significant date…
You’re far away-
From this place, your mind trickles back
To a sick ballad you sang on a grey beach.
Come to me, you said to Juliet, from Liverpool she came.
Except in Liverpool she stayed.

Come to me, you repeat, months later,
And she comes to you in a half asleep trance.
Oh Juliet, you say… save me from my sins…
You are a Saint. My Guardian angel to whom I repent,
And she kisses you like she’s endless poetry.

Space. A beautiful place. Almost as beautiful as your eyes,
You say offhand as she listens to the Smiths. She laughs.
You love her laugh. It’s poetry. A lot about her is poetry.
You stare, into her eyes, and think, I wish I was there.

Time passes, as it usually does,
And she’s half asleep as you read her Eliot.
So intimate, Ash Wednesday. I do not hope to turn again,
And a half smile erupts from her face.
this is nothing and everything, and you're very far away.
Arrow Jan 6
Some days
I simply don't exist

My body moves
But I'm far away

I text with friends
But my mind is elsewhere

I eat and drink
But I'm still empty

I show emotion
But I feel nothing

I have a reflection
But I don't recognise them

I'm still me
But I'm not
shipwrecked Nov 2020
the further you go away, the less I can breathe
who has this agonizing grip on my heart?
and where can I speak to them, to ask them to let off?
i haven't felt pain this demanding until now
11/11/20 | 10:45am
Mykarocknrollin Nov 2020
make me believe
you are such a relieve
make me trust
you are a must
make me yours
you call me for hours
make me love
you are the one
and make me say
this is
what make you
and will make me
this is
meant to be
just you and me

Angel Nov 2020
I think about the years
that have passed with no words
that have escaped my mouth regarding
the fire that’s always burned my heart
I think about the years that have passed that I never got you & hope that I’m
blessed enough in this life time to love you
Chandan Shersia Jul 2020
Waking up to place
Faraway from home
Meeting new faces
While I roam on my own

Sound of silence
Palpable in nature
Singing a melody
Like flowers growing in a bomb crater

Its a dream or reality?
For I don’t know
But I wish its a dream
That waits for me to arrive
For I want the world to know
That’s where I will hide
Bryn Kennell Jul 2020
Geese fly away
She ran away
Like stars from the day
When darkness fell
She made a wish on a cattail
Parin Jun 2020
I am lifeless
Such as a dry falling leaf
Dead from inside
Yet restless and rustling
In the wind
As to go far away
To separate itself from it's roots
And never to come back from where it once left.
Victoria Jun 2020
You ask me,
how can you be happy and sad?
Or Joyful and mad?
All at the same time

It’s pretty easy, I say,
Easy as seeing my parents
In the screen everyday
for my city I fled
and I don't get to hug them

But they're fine, you see
and that makes me happy
and my friends live their lives
as well as I live mine
and their news make me smile
make me joyful and then perhaps mad
for I wish I could be there
and I know that can't happen

So, yeah perhaps I'm mad
cause I have no future in my land
but I'm happy where I am
and the contradiction starts
So, I'll make peace with my mind
let my feelings aside
I'll be thankfull for what I got
and shut everything aside
Random Thoughts
dailythoughts Apr 2020
To the shores that return,
I see you.

To the shores that never look back,
I see you.

To the shores that are lost,
I pray for you.

To the shores that cry,
I pray for you.

To the shores that are alive.
I want to be you.
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