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Haruharu Jun 2017
I don't want you to leave,
but I don't want you to stay.

I don't want to see your face,
but I can't stand a life without it.

I don't want you close,
but I want your smell.

I don't want you to touch me,
but all I want is for you to hold me tight.
About my ex who's about to leave my country for good.
aryanalynae Jun 2017
facing forward and leaning back
i'm in the moment, and i'm on track.
i'm living for tonight, but i'm breathing for tomorrow
and i'm screaming tonight, but i'll be whispering tomorrow.
sarah s Jun 2017
there is only melting
melting from one day to the next
melting into each moment, to the point where
i don’t realize i’m doing something until i’m almost done with it and asking myself
“how did i even get here, to the kitchen sink to wash these dishes i was going to wash five hours ago?”
and then i remember
i actually got out of bed and walked downstairs
i am losing my mind
it’s a sickness like a tumor on the side of my soul
this came from a small essay i wrote myself a few months ago when i was in a deep depression. it was its own paragraph but i chopped it up a bit and took some things out to form it into a poem
Nadya Jun 2017
Let's have a seat near the window.
Let's feel the wind that touches our faces.
Let's drink a cup of warm tea.
Let's talk about nice things.
Let's burst out laughing.
Let's enjoy each other's presence.
Let's live a happy life.
Together.
Forever.
sara May 2017
i felt the upward curl
of his lips
beneath my skin;
Star BG May 2017
I glide into my life everyday,
as if I'm on a bicycle.  
A fun ride
to feel the wind gently caress face.
To experience the power inside the moment.

Yes, I ride a bike everyday
to pedal through all my dreams.
Inspired by Ana Papaya
Richard Grahn May 2017
This trembling earth
Spins us around
As our time ticks away
And dwindles on down

Now is the moment
We live in our dreams
Later is something
We’ve never seen

Yesterday came
But now it’s just gone
Only memories are left
Of that passing song

Tomorrow may come
But it certainly won’t last
Nothing can live
In the future or past
Monsieur Sleep May 2017
We were waves
traveling in a rope
tied so tightly,
so tense

Our centrifugal force
was imaginary
it only existed
when we were
in the same focal point

When our world
began spinning
we tried holding on
there was nothing

We had
a moment
and then it was gone
like waves
on a tightly tied
rope.
Colm Apr 2017
Some days my heart feels heavy with it
The distant want
The growing fear

The way it is but will not stay
For the remainder of these
More youthful days

My heart is this
Alone
But not at last

Instead how it wanders
Through fields of idealism
And lets you pass

With every conscious moment
In this
How I dream of you and let you pass
Which is why I'm so good at distracting myself. Who isn't really?
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