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When he's gone days without inking
A state started by the fall of a muse
All he puts in paper are blank words
Rumpled sheets thrown in the bin
An emptiness that derails the effect
A late feeling that cannot be fathomed
i just wanted to go home

but everytime i am near
my hands always produce wind
and take the house away

i just wanted to go home

but whenever my mom ask me
if my shirt was inside-out
i felt the leaves of makahiya plant that i ate slowly folding in my tounge
and the thorns burns in my throat

i can't say it! i can't say it!

i'm just really wanted to go home.

but everytime i touched the door
i always find myself at the street
  
sleeping

©IGMS
Makahiya Plant - Mimosa pudica [2] (from Latin: pudica "shy, bashful or shrinking"; also called sensitive plant, sleepy plant, Dormilones or shy plant ) is a creeping annual or perennial herb of the pea family Fabaceae often grown for its curiosity value: the compound leaves fold inward and droop when touched or shaken, defending themselves from harm, and re-open a few minutes later. [3] The species is native to South America and Central America , but is now a pantropical ****. It can also be found in Asia in countries such as Thailand, Indonesia , Malaysia , Philippines , and Jamaica . It grows mostly in undisturbed shady areas, under trees or shrubs. [source:Wikipedia]
Kathleen May 2016
maybe home isn't where the four walls are at
or where your family lives in

maybe it's somewhere you once stayed when the downpour was so hard
and you need to stop by for a while,
nowhere to be found
yet you unconsciously found a comfort instead

but little you did know
that it is geographically located
within you
in your chilling bones
and burning heart.

For now,
it's been waiting for you
to come home...
–home is indeed where the he(art) is
gravygod Apr 2016
i'm the man drinking coffee alone at the diner who kindly asks you for the time. you reply but you don't even look at me in my eyes.
i'm the lone deer you hit while driving at 3am. you don't even stop the car. you even forgot about it the next day.
i'm the homeless cat you stopped feeding at night. i still meow at your doorstep. you just ignore it.
this is not finished. this will never be finished.
Nirvana Jan 2016
nights do pass
and the pain it cause
I can't bear it Alas!

Your thoughts do come
shake me strong and firm
such cruel they are and stern

I do pass the night
seeing stars shining bright
crying to self, feels so light

I wake at the midnight
searching for your sight
not finding you around gives me fright

The pain it cause
I can't bear it Alas!
But somehow the night do pass

searching for new stuff(s)
handling self rude and rough
Be busy! to survive its enough

like night the day is not sadist
but even it doesn't put me at ease
your thoughts do come and tease

Loving you is all I do
at every moment I miss you
and hope in everything you miss me too!
Mazen Edlibi Jan 2016
Does love exist!
                                  Is it a fancy....
                   Is it only found in mythology!

                                    With her.....
                                       Love
         Like the kiss between Arwen and Aragon

                                    With her.....
                                       People
         Labeled me the lover.....However I'm in reality
                                    I'm a friend!
                              What is my crime!
Lizley Jan 2016
It's okay
(It hurts so much)
I'll keep my mouth shut
(Please hear my calling)
Go bid your goodbye
(Don't say it)
I'll be happy for you
(I'll be sorry for myself)
I'll always paint a smile
(The tears will never stop)
Go walk away
(Stay, I'm begging you)
Leave without hard or hurt feelings
(Leave them with me, I'll carry them for you)
Find your space, your place
(It's here by my side, is it not?)
Don't look back
(Look at me, just look at me again)
If we're meant to be
(Yes we are, we were, and we could still be)
We will meet again someday
(How about today?)
I am fine
(Baby, I'm so torn, so broken and dead)
I will be fine
(Oh God, I want to be fine)
Don't worry now*
(Let me be the one to bear it all)
© Lizley (Maria Flordeliz Yamog)
|09.13.2015|
I'm okay. I think. I should be okay. It's 2016. I will be okay.
Crystal June Dec 2015
There's not enough songs about being alone.

Not like your friends are busy and your family is out and you've just had your heart broken.

Like your friends were never really your friends and have finally given up on the charade. Like your family is surrounding you physically, but they just don't understand - because they just don't care. Like you've gone your whole entire God ****** life without being called beautiful by anyone that matters - let alone be loved by someone. Like you give and give to anyone who is willing to take - anyone who even looks your way without a hint of disgust on their face - you give until you're empty and you have nothing left. You can't even keep yourself company because some part of you is convinced you don't even exist. Like the loneliness that drives you absolutely insane.

Exactly that kind of alone.
KG Oct 2015
I'm a piece that doesn't fit the puzzle
Because I don't belong in the picture
B M Clark Oct 2015
Today I found you,
Between the pages of a favorite book.

Today I saw you,
Peering up from between the lines.

Today it hurt me,
To remember how I wanted to fix you

Because

Yesterday you fell to pieces,
And I spent my past picking them up.

Yesterday I used pieces of myself,
To put you back together.

Yesterday I believed you,
I trusted the earnest compliments.

You lied.

And today when I found you,
Between the pages of a favorite book.

Today when I saw you,
Peering up from between the lines.

You're face looked so earnest,
And I closed the book.
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