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Maybe,
If we could look through
What claims to be light,
We will see the darkness that rests behind.

Maybe,
If we could look beyond
what is said to be darkness,
We will see the light.
Trapped, just like you and me
— scared of the dark.

Maybe.
Just maybe

©JIBRIL ABDULMALIK
Empress Asa Jan 2020
The sun is blazing..
I still don't want to wake up from sleep..
I still want to continue my dream..
I like living in my dreams..
Although sometimes dreams are strange..
But I'm not alone in other world..
Someone always accompany me..
Both in good dreams or bad dreams..
He always be there..

May I living in my dreams for entire my life ?
May I leaving this real world ?
May I loving someone in my dreams ?
May I laughing for all this drama ?

May I ...? May I ...? May I ...?
Maybe.. Yes..
Maybe.. No..
Angela Rose Jan 2020
I hope you never feel alone knowing how I feel
I hope you never go to sleep feeling unwanted when I forget to say goodnight
I hope you smile when my name comes across the screen of your iPhone

But then again, of course you wouldn't feel alone, because I am not the one
And then again, you could never go to sleep feeling that way because she already said goodnight
And of course you are probably flipping your phone over on the table when it says "Maybe: Angela"
Amanda Kay Burke Jan 2020
ATM
At the moment you are beside me

As you read I hope you feel the depth of joy I feel every time I am blessed with your shape embroidered to my legs like the most intricate piece of cross-stitch I've ever seen

I am beginning to worry you will be embarrassed to be displayed next to such a ramshackle patchwork quilt

Threads so new and bright

Meticulously placed with attention and care

My stitches old and undoing in several spots

My patches come in many colors
Are randomly placed in a smorgasbord of different patterns

We clash worse than diamonds and driftwood

But I realized being shown next to me only exemplifies your perfection

And something clicks in brain

Maybe THAT is why we're so good together...
If people were blankets
Faith Dec 2019
Maybe all those closed doors

Maybe all those broken hearts

Maybe all those questioning why's

Are what lead me straight to you
I've written a lot of love poems, but this is the first one I have hope in.
solana Oct 2019
i stand here
in this room of cement
dreaming to be on the outside.

though, this dream is mercurial.

i can see the outside, through the one thing in the room.
a stained glass window.

it's colors clashing and colliding, to form the most beautiful picture
and suddenly,

my dream doesn't seem as important.

as the light shines through, the colors coat the room with warmth and beauty.

i've only one thing keeping me from my dream

something so fragile and so elegant, yet has the strongest hold on me.

i've only one thing keeping me from my dream

and yet,

i can't bring myself to destroy it.
kinda proud of this ngl
Nina McNally Dec 2019
Maybe this world is dead
And we are all in hell.... Maybe this is a
Yesteryear or another reality...?
Because this doesn't feel right,
Everyday feels like we're less human and

Yet humanity never seizes to surprise me.
Each day it seems like and awful tragic
Situations happens..... .....Be Kind. <3
Copyright; 2019
McNally/Flanders, Inc.
Tiltel from Fitz and the Tantrums
Angela Rose Nov 2019
Maybe he’s just nice

Maybe he talks to everyone in that way
Maybe he always shares eye contact for far too long with everyone he speaks to
Maybe he discusses these little details with anyone who will listen

Or maybe it’s just me

Maybe I have made myself too approachable and too friendly
Maybe I have been creating these scenarios in my head all along
Maybe I talk far too much and he is staring at me telling me to shut the **** up

Or maybe he’s just nice
or maybe not ?
maria Nov 2019
we are each others favourites;
no one talks first
no one talks last
but somehow
somewhere in the middle
we find each other;
maybe that's fine
written on November 22, 2019
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