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Liz Alvarez Caba Oct 2018
Due to unfortunate events in the past,
I am awake.
Everything is so clearly now.
Now I wouldn't call myself an expert, but I do see with such keen and truth.
Once your feet touch the ground, a motion is set.
Your destiny is being written in the stars with each new step.
Was I dead before ?
Or was I just asleep for so long that I just couldn't bare to see anything at all?
Vibrations coarse through your body.
A change is definitely coming. It's almost eminent.
For so long, a heavy rock had been strapped to your back.
It seemed almost futile it would never get off.
A star passing by was the one that had blinded your barred eyes with such a dazzling light, it had awoken you.
The rock on your back seemed to dissolve into sand just as quickly as the star passed by.
As you see the star leave, you see pure darkness following right behind it.
Creeping behind you is the rock trying to get back on your body.
Instantly, you remember why you were asleep in the first place.
It's better this way. Not feeling the massive pain.
But you can still see the star.
Muscles began pulsing, your veins are pumping and your heart full of adrenaline.
Running after the star is the only thing occupying your brain now.
Because it seems the only solution to never feeling the pain ever again is chasing the unknown.
Embrace the unknown, replace fear and pain for curiosity, happiness and finally peace.
Believe me, I'm okay. Better actually. And I plan on being it that way for a long time.
With Love Always,
Liz.
Munia Islam Oct 2018
"It's fine", he said as he grazed his fingers down her thighs and up her skirt

"I won't hurt you", he said as he caressed her skin with his rough thumb sending shivers down her spine

"I'm family", he said as he rubbed her chest that heaved with panicked breaths and muffled her cries

"Trust me", he said and trusting him was the only mistake she had ever made

(M.I.)
SomeOneElse Oct 2018
Everyday that passes by
Without a word
Just makes me cry
Wonder where it all went wrong
I messed up big
A friendship gone?
A friendship lost, i sure hope not
Each passing day
Some comfort sought
Miss, i do the daily chats
And Days without
I feel so flat
Can't clear head, it's just a mess
Paranoia
I must confess
Nervously I try to wait
For the next chat
I fear too late
shouldn't think these thoughts of mine
Just let it be
And give it time
But each day that passes by
Without a word
Still makes me cry
Written for a friend qhilw waitong tonhwar from her before I found out i was ghosted
farhan Oct 2018
In my court,
You were guilty.
But you pleaded not.
I was the lordship,
And our love was your defence
None was the prosecution.
And the result was your absolution.
A constant stream of arguments flow in my head (the court) as to whether she should be guilty of leaving me or not. I myself argue from her side that she should not be guilty. And that I put up a defence strong enough that the other voice shuts up (prosecution). I fight for her against myself.
Theshygirl Oct 2018
Your words,
oh your sweet and wonderful words
your beautiful and perfect words
Your terrible, horrible, misleading words.
Your words
that convinced me
that you care
that you understand
that you maybe even love me.
I was too naive before,
to see the truth.
Your truth
is full of lies
and deceit.
And how terrible
it was for me.
Believing in you
and your misleading words.
If only I had seen through them
before I had fallen so deep
to believe
your blatantly cruel and misleading words.
Maybe then
I could have stopped
the pain and suffering I felt
when you finally walked away
leaving your misleading words
to haunt me.
Katinka Oct 2018
I like books
the way the pull me out of reality and into the story
the way you can truly feel what the character is feeling
the way you can decide how you imagine the atmosphere

Once I tried writing a book
I mean I love to write
and I guess I always will
but I never finshed the book
I just couldn´t decide for an ending

I guess it´s the same in reality
I have problems making decisions
I like to think of every possible outcome
just to run away before it ends

maybe I am to scared to see the end
because I want it to continue forever
and now I am asking myself
am I still talking about my never ending book
or my life

I guess I´ll never find out
because in the end
I will run
and run
away from the end
and into the past
repeating my mistakes.
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