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harley jane Dec 2019
I can never sleep
When midnight thoughts fill my brain
Until the morning.
I can't sleep, so here is this. :)
ae Dec 2019
midnight.
the room is enveloped with darkness
and all i can hear
is the thumping of my heart;
it was quiet yet these eyes won't fall into a deep slumber,
these voices are deafening;
it was silent yet i was not in peace
in a cave where all of my thoughts are kept,
it echoes: why do I have to deal with these feelings?
Releasing.
Gabby Dec 2019
Not quite black, not quite blue, but more of a hue in between. Sprinkled with glitter, oh how it shimmers at a glance.
Ritz Writes Dec 2019
It's that time of the year where "a prophet isn't welcome in his own land".
Why do we feel alienated in the midst of known faces yet carve out a niche for ourselves in a stranger's land?
Why do the urge to run away always cross our mind as we tend to grow older, leaving all behind?
Was it the scar that hasn't healed yet or the demon to face as soon as you enter the hell.
It's that time of the year again to wear a mask, to prepare onself; face the wrath with a stoical heart, only to die everyday in a confined ivory tower.
The Mask we wear,
The Pain we bear,
Surviving everyday in a world where no one hardly cares.
#RitzWrites ♕
Smiling Queen Dec 2019
That was something strange
what I saw last night,
like the strips imprinted on Zebra
it was all black n white.

I banged my hand all around
just to escape from that scary place,
dreadful darkness surrounded me
as the new moon was on its lunar phase.

Neither I could sense my heartbeat,
nor I could breathe,
that frightening air suffocated me
& my feet were shivering from beneath

I found myself in a cemetery
where about thirty dead bodies surrounded me,
and among those, one I could identify
& that was unfortunately me

I ran from that haunted reality
but got stuck inside a grave
I cried with my choked voice -
"Please save me, please save! "

My dead body was lying near me
& my soul started to disappear
But then I woke up from that spooky dream
& I was sweating with fear.

~your smiling queen :)
This poetry is just an imagination of an insomniac. I really enjoyed writing this horror tale... But i really wish someday I'll get dreams too...
YusufKudsi Dec 2019
Night comes fixing on the day,
And the sun is gone again.
He sit by his phone waiting,
He lays down waiting,
He looks at the ceiling waiting,
A light covers his room and his heart skips a beat,
He rushes to his phone faster than his heart beat,
A word from his loved one wakes up the butterflies inside him.
Colm Nov 2019
Why
A more simple man builds a more complex house
But as for me and myself, I find
That I will never be content with myself
With my motives and mind
I am ever at odds with the person who I couldn’t be
That is why I will always try
There's no sense in comparing yourself to that which you will never be. The lack of comparison is what should make you YOU!

From the Midnight Wood Series
Colm Nov 2019
The crush of shells beneath warm feet
The whirr of petals above the September streets
The cooling feeling of evenings alive
The Moon over Atlantic eye
The hint of lingering sand everywhere
The smell of wicker seats in the morning air
And the scent of steaming shrimp to eat
Mouthwatering dreams and memories
And everything bread mixed by the sea
How these fragrances linger here in my everywhere
And make me want to be we again
With you in this place, still there
Easily one of my favorite places on URF.

From the Midnight Wood Series
Colm Nov 2019
No paint speaks for me
My favorite words fall utterly short
And I, no song could ever be you
And yet I can see you here
Before you are known
Before you exist in this world of mine
I can see you as if you were in present time
Just as if you were already mine
Sometimes all of the venues you use, the methods of communications and expression, fall incredibly short. Which is life I guess.

From the Midnight Wood Series
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