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Parinoor Apr 2020
being awake at 4 am
I thought of everything
and yet nothing was in my mind.

I looked out the window
at a world half sleep
dreaming and still dreamless.

everything was timeless,
a world hung in-between
everything and nothing all.

I existed,
and yet I didn't.

yesterday had gone
but today wasn't here yet.
so where was I?
who was I?

I was meaningless
but I could still be defined.
I was everyone and everything,
and yet, no one and nothing.

for in those moments,
I was infinite.
Silver Apr 2020
dreams in sight
stagnate
why am i falling ? ,

every time i take a step i find
myself back in this room

white walled white washed
whites of my eyes,
half asleep in the
wake of what we could be doing.

daylight hours endless night.

stay apart if we
ever want to meet again.
stay safe wherever you are, stay put to protect yourself and others
Nigdaw Apr 2020
my house
is full of furniture
bought without thought
for colour or design
instead
functionality
practicality
space
convenience
and do I really need it
rule my decision making

no feng shui
rhythm or flow
it forms directionless avenues
walked daily in confused circles
wondering what I am looking for

my limbo house
where I dream my dreams
waiting for a ship to come in
Io Mar 2020
As sky deepen,
cerulean blue
On black bird’s wing
Eve’ draws first breath

Past rose castles
Adrift in limbo
Eternity dawns
Oblivion
Kaleb Diplock Mar 2020
A sharp pain fills my chest, taken aback i decide to lay down within the bed of flowers and tall grass, as the blades brush against my face and the flowers encircle my body a chilled breeze flows through me, my eyes gaze towards the sky, my view filled with groups of clouds and blue skies far beyond me as well as the beauty that lies within the abstract shapes of mist above.

“Where am i?”

All that fills my mind is calmness, no worries nor sorrow fills my heart anymore. I cannot remember what brought me here. The sounds of distant waves crashing against the seawall floods my thoughts and distract me from whatever had filled it before. I feel at peace with myself, nothing seems to worry me any longer, the breeze continues to blow the surrounding flora in a soothing manner across my arms and face, the armor strapped to my body is uncomfortable.

“How did I get here?”

My hand reaches across my chest to the clip that binds the leather strap to the plate and disconnects the two from each other, and in sequence removes the plate from around my chest and back in one steady motion over my head, now without the obstacle I may rest without discomfort, my linen shirt doesn't do justice to my skin either, it may come off too. The crushed grass and mounded dirt from where my armor had rested made for a comfortable spot for my muscles to relax upon.

“Does that really matter?”

I sit up, and view all around me, nothing but grass and beautiful orange lilies surround me, not a single thing of importance in sight, just me and these flowers, it all just is, nothing in front of me, and nothing behind, I lay back onto the land below me and close my eyes for a little bit, it's all better now I tell myself, everything is okay now.

“I feel like I'm missing something.”

A feeling of pure content flushes through my body, every vein and muscle fibre feels a sense of bliss, whatever had bothered me before is not worth worrying about anymore, nothing can bother me, miles of grassland and cool air surrounds me, just calm, no one can hurt me anymore, I am here and here am I within this sea of green and blue my heart may finally rest, whatever was before, no longer is, no question need be answered, and all is finished.

“That’s okay. I’m okay.”
lua Dec 2019
where do the bad people go if hell isn't real?
will they linger on in a never ending limbo,
walking never ending roads to never ending nothingness?
will they cease to exist,
dissipate into thin air?
would they think back on their lives,
the crimes they've committed?
would they try to seek forgiveness,
for every ounce, every drop of blood or sweat or tears they've shed for their own selfishness?
would they be sorry for what they did?
or would they remain prideful and allow the maggots to eat away at their flesh?
maybe they'll remain on earth
to watch others go on with their lives
maybe they'll watch their families,
how they go on with their daily business without them
maybe they'll watch the lives of the people they've wronged,
how they smile knowing they're gone
maybe they'll rewatch their lives,
from the day they were born to the day they died
over and over and over again

and maybe that's the hell
maybe hell was within them
and they were hell itself.
some people just ****
David Hutton Dec 2019
He stands there with a passive regard.
The silence mirrors that of a graveyard.
In front of a lit door,
enters the wintry air.
Extends his arm, welcomingly unbarred.
Winter Sparrow Dec 2019
How are you?
I dont know.
What do you feel?
I...I am.

Where are you?
Im in Limbo.
Can you describe it?
Yes.

Theres a lot of wind, and I cant stay still.
A lot of wind but no waves in the water.
A lot of wind but the ships have no sails.
The skies have no stars, nor clouds.

The sun doesnt shine.
The moon doesnt glow.
The devil isnt home.
And Gods on vacation.

Theres a lot of wind. Hes a bully.
Hes pushing me around.
Confusing me. Showing me visions.
Created from dust. Easily dismembered.

Have you tried standing up to the wind?
Baby, i never sat down.
So how does he keep pushing you down?
There is no down or up, theres around, in Limbo.

Theres no music.
Only thinking is allowed as long as you dont show it.
No tears, no fear, no expression.
You have to just be.

Do you know when youll be out?
There are no doors, and no sails. No escape.
Dont worry youll be ok!
I know I will...I always am?
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