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Kaede Jul 4
Nothing's more creepier than a dream becoming real each passing day.

Three am and I woke up gasping for air to breathe while tears streaming down in my chubby cheeks. For the first time, I don't know what is real and what is fake, and what is wrongly perceived by my senses.

As I struggled to convince myself the idea of it that it did not happened, the more I was compelled to believe that it really did. The way I cried in the dream is the way I wailed tonight. Every plot of the dream turns to be more authentic than it ever did. The vivid details of my dream are coming like a kaleidoscope of horror movies I've watched as I continue to growl in agony.

And there is nothing I can do, but to continue watching myself.

Three am and I woke up gasping for air to breathe while tears streaming down in my chubby cheeks. For the first time, I don't know what is real and what is fake, and what is wrongly perceived by my senses.

Reality felt like a little less real.

From then on, I'm becoming less much in reality and I'm becoming more in my dreams. Everything I see around in this world looks faker and faker each breathe that I take.
Go on living or go on dying? Either way, just  be brave.
I watched a squirrel panic this morning as it was crossing the road first because a car was coming on the other side and second because I’m crossing the road on my bike... so it runs half across the road then realises “**** a car”.. at this point had the squirrel not hesitated and continued it would have made it across fine.. instead it decides to go back across the road towards me on my bike who is crossing the road, the squirrel sees my tyre lift up for the curb and panics and decides that between me on a push bike and a car doing 30mph weighing a ton approx..  squirrel chooses the car that can’t stop and gets swilled right up under neath it and with a hollow bang and a thud .. then comes rolling out the back side to then get up and run off in the bushes... I spent 10 minutes looking for this squirrel with no luck what’s so ever!? Poor little ******. Moral of the story... never hesitate never second guess yourself! Trust your instincts!
Hope he’s alright bless him?!
Darryl M May 8
Should I beg for forgiveness?
But why beg?
Is it cheating if what we have has its flip flops on?
We both know it’s casual.

Does loving the other, love you any less?
If you’ve found a soulmate in me,
Does that mean I have to do my time too?
If you got yourself a cell,
Should I be caged in?

Clothed in Red and White.
February 14th, I could get the rose.
But you aren’t worth the thorns.

Down on my knee with a small box.
Would you do me the honours?
Bring back the ring you’ve imagined yourself having.
now i'm strong
not because i found love
cuz i lost the fake one

now i'm free
far away from you

now i'm safe
cause i'm not with you.


Muhammed Emin KUŞASLAN
That was a part from the poetry that I wrote which is called "I'm Not With You"
It's about getting rid of the toxic relationship.
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My Instagram: @eminkusaslan
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i don't know what makes me mad more
first time when i saw you, i felt that you're the one
or last time when i saw you, i realized you weren't the one


Muhammed Emin KUŞASLAN
That was a part from the poetry that I wrote which is called "I'm Not With You"
You can read full version from this link. https://muhammedeminkusaslan.blogspot.com/

My Instagram: @eminkusaslan
Thanks for reading.
i got lost in to that woods
i thought we went together into the woods
but i had to get out there on my own
cuz you left me like a fool,
left me like i'm a fool
but honey you didn't see that coming
our faith wasn't shining
our love was already broken
you were broken


Muhammed Emin KUŞASLAN
That was a part from the poetry that I wrote which is called "I'm Not With You"
You can read full version from this link. https://muhammedeminkusaslan.blogspot.com/

My Instagram: @eminkusaslan
Thanks for reading.
Instincts shrink
when love is on the table
for instincts are for survival
And love is for a dying
in the grandest ritual possible
And although as my gut tells me
Warns me to be on my guard
Cautioning, my brain is mush
And so is my own heart -
Dampen my instincts then,
Love, have me be ******,
Take all of my very existence,
Sacrificing survival on insistence.
Maria Etre Oct 2018
I ask you one favor
to be naked
with your
emotions
the way
I am
with you, in front of you
and the night stars
when the time comes and I cannot but  show you
what I feel and
when my voices loses it's way
and my words forget
how to express
Ambika Jois Sep 2018
Oh how I love you,
Dear Unborn Baby,
I've been waiting
For you.

Holding you in my arms,
Is all I'm yearning,
For I've been waiting,
Since 22.

I can't wait
Any longer
To see
Which part of you
Resembles me.
I want you
To be better
In every way baby,
Better than me.

I've seen how
This world can be deceiving.
I want you to trust me,
When I hold you close.
I can't wait
For this world to see you.
When you're ready to take off,
Take my love with your wings.

Oh how I love you
Dear Unborn Baby,
I've been waiting
For you.

Holding you in my arms,
Is all I'm yearning,
For I've been waiting,
Since 22.
I've always had this vision of being a mother, holding my baby in my arms. I'm not a mother, yet I feel like I know this feeling already. This poem is how I recently felt when a gush of broodiness took over briefly.
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