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Zero Nine Nov 2017
In bed
On the couch across the room
Futon
Folded over me
Folding my dreams
Into napkins,
shaped and dyed
Outside
4 AM bathing in rain
Inside
You sleep easily
You dream sweetly
Into madness,
I stay awake
Through night,
Petrified

Misunderstood
the saccharine
Too passionate
Far too naive
Misunderstood
the promises
Blood for caffeine
Dreamless
(Sweet dreams)
Damaris Nov 2017
I'm an angel trapped in a bubble, who is remarkably naïve.

What will happen to this angel when the bubble bleeds?

Will I fall into the depths of this horrid world or will I stand tall above the trees?

Honestly,

I think I will fall into the depths of my own naiveness, blind to what I see.
Something I wrote at 4 am
Arlene Corwin Oct 2017
Message To Garcia Revised

I, admittedly without the skills or knowledge of
Affairs of state, power struggles, machinations
Do not get one certain thing:
Western world-ers all, bombing
ISIS, and who else I can’t remember,
With the threat of conflict spreading -
Would it not reduce the blood
If it were weapons plants we bombed instead,
Exhibitions where the latest are displayed
And all the demonstrations demonstrate,
Their potency impressive –
Would the killing not be shortened
If we bombed the messengers?
Am I naïve, so uninformed?
Or is it too undemocratic?

Message To Garcia 10.28.2017 (found ‘revised’ somewhere in Mac)
Our Times, Our Culture II; War Book II;
Arlene Corwin
Am I naive?
Ashleigh Oct 2017
Found at the bottom of bottles and cigarette packs,
the truth went down like a shot of gin and thumb tacks.

Hard to swallow, yet harder to digest,
the actuality hurts more above my left breast.

Because reality is not as pretty as the pictures you paint,
masquerading as a highly patron saint.

Your voice, once beautiful, sings only lies,
the nausea felt, poisoning my butterflies.
NTR Oct 2017
"Nothing ever doesn’t change,
But nothing changes much.”
I have always been strange,
But please do stay in touch.

I know I’ve not got much,
But I think it’s enough.
And I don’t need a crutch,
But maybe that’s a bluff
muse: ok go - white knuckles
First in a series, preceding v2 and ...again
Carlyy Aug 2017
Words are just words.
Colors are just colors.
Size is just size.
Glasses are just glasses.
School is just school.
People are just people.
But there is so much more behind these, apparently.
I think I was better off being naive than I am now.
Frances Marie Aug 2017
Do                     You                              Mind                   ?    
          I                          Don't                 ­            If          
                 Know                     Know                      I
                              You                        Me     ­               Trust    
                                        ­?                            !                           You


                                                     Too much?
Trying out a new style of writing.
Frances Marie Aug 2017
Where do I begin?
Why do I try every time you say "it's fine"?

I can't tell anymore with the feelings I receive.
First it's something I have to believe,

Believe in what?  A sign that I cannot see?
Why should I be naive?

Nothing make sense the more I think about the contradictions.
Do they even synchronize; our emotions?

I cannot tell.
Not until you yell.

It doesn't have to go on for so long,
So why must we chase something if it seems like we don't belong.  

Our friendship is an unresolved issue.
Always getting ready to argue.

Will our years of friendship be the same?
I care for you, but do you only feel sick around me?

I've made my mistake,
but I plan to get back into shape.

I want to confront you but will it make it worse?
Am I now on a high horse?

You tell me all of my flaws,
all of these laws-

Like it's a word for word scripture.
I always need to re sculpt;



Just to fit your mold of ideas.



I'm not trying hard enough,
yet my efforts don't matter through the rough.

I just seem too broken for you.
Or maybe, as always, I'm just making up you view.
I just have bad anxiety and jump to conclusions too soon.
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