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Annalina 30m
Your scent is trapped in my sheets
Your touch lingers in my skin
Your smile burns behind my closed eyes
Your soul imprinted on mine

I descend into longing madness
Remembering our beautiful moments:
The starving looks
The heated embraces
The soft smiles
The loving touches

We collided like two hungry stars
Longing to feel love
I was yours and you were mine
Only for the briefest of moments
A moment never meant to last
alex Jul 9
Being an empath
is both a blessing
and a curse

First place
gold medal shine
this moment is mine
smiling ear to ear
but then I see her,
Second place,
quickly wipes her face
her parents think
she’s a disgrace
Did I destroy her dream?
We’re always the villain
in someone’s scene.

Sometimes I hate to feel
every dream
I steal
Yuzuko Jul 5
I'm wonerding endlessly
Across a field of my past
My mind out of time and energy
Losing what was to last
Openly accepting my penalty
So here I was cast
To lose my every memory
Look At the first first leader of each line
On this losing streak
Has to turn around
Strive so hard but cannot escape
Failure to which I am bound

Until starting positive changes
Disappointment will remain on your face
Day after day promise to improve
Clear to see that's not the case

Gone are effortless exchanges
Excited words once eagerly shared
Sitting on sheets together
For a relationship was unprepared

In blink of an eye you lifted my world
A little closer towards the sun
Leaving each trace of regret beneath my feet
No idea what we had begun

All the moments spent since
I've discovered in your company
Collected and shown on display inside
Like antique coins or paintings in an art gallery

Done proclaiming pathetic excuses
Instead of trying my best
You deserve someone who would die in order
To protect treasure buried in your chest
Because your heart is inside a treasure chest
It’s raining.
As they see the exit poll.
The difference too small.

It’s raining.
As they see the late poll.
Is Poland going to fall?

It’s raining.
They look up the last poll.
They won’t sleep tonight.
Nor will they tomorrow.
They won’t breathe.
They won’t… They can’t anymore.
And it’s funny because they used to love rain, but now Nawrocki is their president.
Jay Lewis May 20
I get the call.
I get denied.
I go again
but it’s different this time.
I strip and wait
to see if they find
something about my body that they like.

I get sent the script.
I learn my lines.
I put on a new face
and don’t recognise mine.
The following minute she’s on the stage
under the spotlight soaking up the appraise.

When the audience applaud
and the last curtain falls.
I take a deep breath and smile at it all.
alex May 12
Once upon a time we played pretend
Once upon a time, the game had to end
Once upon a time, I lost a friend.
Once upon a time, I reached my end.

Carefree was I, and carefree was she
In a world of our own we were free.
Safe and sound in our beautiful little dollhouse
Before it crept upon us, silent as a louse.

It came suddenly and took everything we had
The windows of our house grew cracked
The glass became cloudy, we could no longer discern what exactly we were.

Our house was empty
and so were we.
Darkness took over her and me -
Perhaps something they could foresee
But of course they never told me.

Now I have no shoes; my feet are bare.
I am bare.
I stand paper-thin, about to tear.
The cold wind stings, and the rain mats my hair.
The sun burns my skin— but I cannot care.
The frailty of me,
All can see.
Sap weeps slow,
This apple tree.

To lose myself,
In winding ways.
To stand with shadows,
Through endless days.

To lose each other,
Hearts may flee.
They mourn their father,
In bitter tea.

I choose to lose,
Do you not see?
I embrace the loss,
For it sets me free.
I show how to lose,
And so, I decree:
I know how to lose.
My mind is a reflecting pool
Shattered memories floating through
I reach out to grasp them
But they lunge away
I chase after
They disappear
They disappeared
I’m sorry to my past self
I’ve wronged you
I’m sorry to my past friends
I’ll never be the same man you know
But you weren’t returning anyways
I’m sorry to myself
I’ll never be the same man you know
I write
I write more
I write more again
I wrote
I’ve written
Stop this noise
Leave me in silence
I was never scared of silence
I was scared of losing sound
Kat M Feb 23
What if I miss
A list
Flurries in the wind
Jumping out of hand

Lucky-opportunist
Grating against the limits
Beyond the town
Falling out of pace
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