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RRey May 13
It is the year where sky forgot blue,
Where trees are myths and grass untrue.
Cities stretch like steel-born gods,
But hearts inside beat with no odds.

Clones walk straighter than men once did,
Smiling soft with secrets hid.
They do not lie, they do not bleed—
Perfect servants to human greed.

No prayers now, no gods to call,
Just neon faith on a digital wall.
Churches are bars, mosques are screens,
Hope sold in pixelated dreams.

Rain falls black, with silver tint,
As if the sky forgot to rinse.
But still, it falls—gift or guilt?
A mercy from a heaven spilt.

The air is cold, but not from snow,
From silence, smoke, and things we know:
That love is rare, and trust extinct,
And touch is just a nervous link.

And me?
I walk the ashlight street,
My feet the last to feel this beat.
No god, no green, no truth to find—
Just broken stars in humankind.
It's about the future That's comming soon...
Sam S Mar 22
They whispered that he was alone because he had to be,
that some creatures are too wild to stay,
too restless to belong.

But the wolf remembers…
the warmth of the fire,
the weight of a world that once welcomed him.
And he knows now: it wasn’t his wildness they feared,
but the way he saw through the shadows.

The wolf knows better.
The howl was never a warning,
never a call for chaos—
but a song for the lost,
a promise that no one walks alone.

So he left them in their silence,
turned his voice to the moon,
where the lonely still listen,
where the echoes do not twist—
but repeat the truth,
for those ready to hear it.
Heavier than ever,
I lost my strength.
Such a difference— Never!
I wish to go any length.

This is no tale of mass,
For I would carry the world.
It's a burden, that would fail Atlas
Even his grip couldn't hold.

Yet, no tale of mass,
Mass by people.
Feelings, heart all clash
I succumbed to this whirlpool.

Alone, a name I harness,
While I didn't heed
For I never learnt of loneliness,
Until you were all I'd need.
All I'd need.
One never feels as lonely as when he isn't with his beloved.
Grey Feb 27
Ive walked alone all through

The silence promising torture

Yet nobody bothered to shadow

And when i did get a shadow

That made the rays less scorching

It became a thing

To condemn my soul

To condemn my company

It Didn't matter

That my smiles were bigger

On some days brighter

Its their own thoughts,
Their own designs

That was most important

Yet its ironic

How clueless

How self absorbed they are

That its my soul

Never theirs

And I've never tried to disarm theirs
Nahin Nov 2024
The sky doesn't smile today.
It has the imperfectly carved moon.
A bright lit hollow upon our heads
Lightening the earth like a
Lone in dark street light.
Sometimes what I think when I see moonlight.
VarshaS Oct 2024
Hello Darkness 🖤

I ran afar from you,
as a toddler.
Hoping and wanting light,
As bright and safe.

But as I grew taller and aged to wither,
I came to hear silent calls from YOU.

The glance of you gave me thrills and chills
But onto diving deeper,
I came to know you are nothing but my soul.

I found the peace,
From the deep oceans/
and the tenderness
Of the gentle breeze

Only answer to my heart,
Was to invite you wide into my arms.🖤

~ Varsha_S
When I was a kid, I was scared of the darkness, the imaginary of my mind was at risk when it set itself in those peaks.

But as days passed by I lost myself in the brightness and was forced to move  to darkness where I understood the true meaning of life and all that is and was peace! 🖤
The Lone Ranger writes a letter
to his Tanto, he writes,

things are not as they used to be.
I am as useless as an Iron Lung.

Riding around in his Ford Pinto
The Lone Ranger looks for anything
to do − the one working headlight
finding vultures on the side

of the road.
Driving through the night
scanning the radio for WXYZ

This long prairie night of his soul.
finding no one to save
he buys a *******
with a case of silver bullets.

She holds him like a little boy
Rocks him back and forth.

They don’t have ***.

He cries in her arms,

“I’m a man in a boy’s costume,”
“I am a jaw bone at a wedding.”

Later that evening
The Lone Ranger writes another letter

Dear Tanto,

Things are not as they used to be.
I am as useless as mouth without teeth.
I wish you were here.

Sincerely, Lone.
Ayesha Aug 2023
Sombre heaven, you look just right in pink
Clothed and cloaked, silken limbs of ancient lore
Everything droops round the drape of your lace
My eyes stumbling lurking, running, returning

I will - I could take anything miniscule
Bare minimum, pitiful, pathetic, muggy
Bitter rain - but you refuse to yield, just like me
Is this why our touch fails so simply?
Because we're too similar for revolution?
Defeat has me nauseous, mildly in love

Sweet, sharp, a little painful, a little blue
You leave no scent when gliding by
10/08/2023
Breathe in fire
Breathe out rain
Love the hurt
Become pain
Saïda Boūzazy Mar 2022
I am lone
I think of you
Nothing but you
Our memories remain silent
Nothing can be heard
But
The Whisper of the heart
It whispers your name
I can hear its tone
it's sad and silent
An unbreakable silence
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