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AW Jun 2020
I've got a lot on my mind, everything seems like it's falling apart.
But do I really have to choose between people, do people not deserve a new start.
Mistakes are made, everyone can do them at any given moment, but nobody really deserves endless torment.
I want to keep my friends and meet others aswell, putting me in such a position makes me feel like I am in hell.
I know that people sometimes are cruel and hate is their fuel.
But I believe that people can change, everything else would just feel strange.
I don't wanna judge people before I know them myself, but being told they're bad wants me to leave them unread like an uninteresting book in a shelf.
I feel like whatever I am going to do it'll be the wrong decision, but maybe that's only because I lack true vision.
AW Jun 2020
Close your eyes and look through all the lies.
Listen to your heart and melt the ice, don't be scared and break through your disguise.
You're not worthless and definitely not worth less.
Don't hide yourself behind your mask, it's easy to say and I know it's not a simple task.
But it doesn't matter how often you end up crying, as long as you're not giving up and continue trying.
It may seem impossible and sometimes it might actually be, but you're still a human with dignity.
We may not know eachother and might never get close, but we could always try, that's what I'd propose.
If you're lonely and feel sad, send me a message and I promise you it won't be that bad.
I am here trying to cover my wounds, but they're all off grounds.
I can't find myself seeing them any time soon, but I can feel them roaming like a typhoon.
Everything matters, but nothing really does, who am I to tell, oh right a nobody, that rings a bell.
AW Jun 2020
I feel lonely and I will forever be.
What is this life, what is this agony.
Do I deserve to breathe, is there somebody who'd care if I leave.
I don't think there is, I just want to close my eyes.
And never wake up, and then either fall or rise.
Take me to heaven or to hell, because this earth is not for me to dwell.
My life is heartbreaking, who could be the one to take my heart in.
I am confused and depressed, there's no second passed where I don't feel stressed.
A smile on my face would be something I want, and sometimes I feel jealous cause I see others while I can't.
I just want to close my door and enter a new world, then hide in my bed and be in the blanket curled.
I know I won't give up and I will forever look forward and it doesn't matter how long it'll take or if it's hard.
Maybe to continue living might be a mistake, but I will never find out until I truly break.
I'll stay here till the lights turn off, hoping to find real love.
Mr Amoeba Jun 2020
One day someone will love you
But you won't
and the ones that used to love you will cease their's
thinking you got someone for you

You will weep, you will cry
but the one you truly love
will have the same story of their own
my first poem, so if any of you guys want to give me any tip yo improve my writings you can tell me in comments. It would be very helpful
Sarah Crispin Jun 2020
What is a moth if not a butterfly
who's traded in her grace and colour
for pitter-patter sighs
Inked nights
To sift shy in shadows
And forever thirst for light
Soft Laughs in Dim lit taverns
Almost winked out flames
She's the tattered mistress of stars
forgotten partaker
Of a lesser praise
Fireflies Jun 2020
I have no mood
Such a simple excuse
But it holds so much truth
We have all used this once
Have had friends understand it
It is occassionally considered rude
But is better than an elaborate lie
I have no mood
And aint that the ******* truth
Ritz Writes May 2020
Observing the detailed lines of my curves, eyes and lips; he touched my soul in all its tainted glory.
Passion is like the rhythm we tune in as we danced away to an ****** beat;
Burned with flame, seeking home and romance in each other's company.
Lost in an ecstasy
Shunned away from reality.
Bullet May 2020
nothing is faced
no trap, just me reflected in it
the mirror has a painters box sealed
i’m in the boxing ring with pallets
the painting has heavy gloves waiting
dings seem like a shock wave in my mind
state

my heart now counts a lot less with a view
of
blue soul, caving in from the top
  this mirror has a hidden trap tripping
i’m starring at it as if i’m the missing piece
now the picture is shattered into myself
the portrait separated into a collage
the colors i’m boxed in with moves my
moods

I’m lost in these mirror states of mood rings
dlfleurival May 2020
5/18/20
I will vanish beautifully my love
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