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Brianna Oct 2017
Twisted up from the inside like vines around the outside of my house.
I can see the horizon - morning is on the way and if i can just walk a little farther then i can find happiness...
I just know it!

Anxiety is melting my insides like the snow on the outside of my house.
I can see Spring is around the corner and if i just keep warm a little longer then I can find happiness...
I just know it!

It's loud and cracking the sidewalks are moving outside and its giving me a migraine.
I keep thinking the longer I hold on, the closer to happiness I will be.

But what if I am just sinking farther and farther into a sadness I haven't been formally acquainted with yet?
mier Jul 2017
Without thee, gone are the stars and the moon;
Winds blew forlorn tune,
And skies flaunt dismal blue -
All seemed at rue.
RJ Days Nov 2015
We pilfer light here in these cold far rooms
Fast stolen to our beds and darkened fears
Unbowed and casting evil eyes and stares
On any soul who dares to dream of home;
Alight in shadows, tricksters view false thrones
While basking in the glow of claps and sneers
Amid the stench of truth long dead from spears
Like lies inflicted ******* hearts and bones;
Still, somewhere reason now ignites the mind,
It calms the righteous anger of our tears
To carry feet on paths that passions hide;
So long as we defend the joy of days
Hope cannot wane nor freedom ever fade.
aniket nikhade Oct 2015
Most of the time something similar happens in everybody’s life
When two people meet each other, they know each other very well
Only fake smile and fake laughter is what they share in between them
A reluctance in heart remains
Everything seems to be formal,
everything they get involved in at that moment in time is fake.
It seems everything is out for display
Each and everything that is happening is part of the play, which was rehearsed prior
Most of the time something similar like this happens in everyone’s life.

Is this life?
Is this what was thought and imagined as part of life
Is this the future?
If so, then things need to change.

Everything needs to be reconciled and rechecked again, all over again.

We live in a world where everything is guarded by walls
Secrecy is what seems to be there all along
Taking advantage of others,
eliminating the best options and possibilities for the sake of marginal gains.
All this and much more.
The cobweb type pattern works in everyday life.
Still even in all this chaos, mistakes and threatening circumstances, better to stand for what you believe is right, right from the beginning
A time will come when you will realize all that what you have done is right
The only thing required then will be honesty and truthfulness from your side.

Hope for a better tomorrow
Keep on going
Then and only then you will realize the outside world is not bad either
Always be clear in your mind in what you believe and all that you stand for.

Appreciate the life you live, realize its value
Only then you will be able to understand what’s life going to be in future
Till then it’s struggle all the way as each day passes by
The next day brings in something new, something different
So don’t give up
Don’t lose hope
Be positive
Have a positive attitude in life
Only then each and everything will fall in it's proper place
Only then you will understand what is meant by to be successful in life.
Ryan Hall Nov 2014
We are creatures of habit, believe this is true.
For we are the sum of the things that we do.
So if I adopt the thousand yard stare,
Who will I be but the mask that I wear?

What would I be but the role that I act?
A remorseless killer, devoid of tact,
For fear that through kindness his weakness will show,
So the spaces between him and others would grow,

As if to match the point of his focus.
His thoughts all bearing an inward locus.
His life desolate, its body cold,
Loving no one, and growing old.

Just as well I could try on a charming smile,
The kind that says, “Sit down, stay a while.”
And as with a fire, others would find it meet,
To huddle around me and draw on my heat.

Assuming that there was some magic within,
Causing my cheeks defy gravity with a grin,
As if to propagate life’s paradox,
Who with ironical grin entropy mocks,

As a river flowing against an eddy,
Removing its basis when conditions are ready.
This in mind, clever Judases would know,
That through my kindness, my weakness would show.

So which should I wear, Thalia, Melpomene,
Exists there a mean between your extremes?
Whichever the case, this much we should trust:
That what we do without urging, speaks most of us.
cr Sep 2014
the curves on my
frame are the lines of
a sketch bent slightly
too far; i'm an awkward
angle in geometry
class no one dares to
find and this tiny black

dress is revealing too
much in too little
time. the whispers of
crisscrossed marked
thighs and starry knees
swirl before me and i'm

gone, disconnected. they say
black is slimming but
i've never felt more
potent and i hope
to god no one can see
right through me.

formal dances aren't
ideal for the invisible.
why in hell did i choose a black dress again?

— The End —