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Jaede Bayala Apr 2019
it’s all
t o
m u c h
the late night texts where
I can only imagine you
speaking these words
in
person

your
v o i c e
is extraordinary,
unexplainable

I DON’T
want to
feel
these emotions
it
hurts  
too
much

the
excitement
the joy
the p u r e
joy
it’s all too much
for me

-I must shut you out before it’s too late
Hugoose Mar 2019
Each Word That’s Spoken Loses Altitude, Everything You Think Is Quietly Booed

A Busy Mind Screams Out Across A Night Sky, On Earth You’re Just A Little Bit Shy

People We Know Become Strangers You’ve Never Met, You Sometimes Ask Them for Change at The Launderette
early more rhymey one
Sanaa S Feb 2019
When I’m alone in the dark I never feel lonely
Maybe it’s because in the night I can imagine a life without worries
A life where happiness exists
In the light comes reality
There’s no dreaming
No pretending
No hiding
It’s all the bland life that’ll continue to go on until it’s the past Until it becomes my childhood; Apart of who I am
But in the night I can imagine my life as a girl who actually was happy
who actually was wanted
who actually had a purpose  
In the night comes dreaming  
It is where we can live our dreams even when we aren’t there
But in the dark there is but one fear which remains
When will the light come, when will I have to snap back into reality
Many dread the feeling of coming back
But the night is always right around the corner welcoming us back as if we were best friends apart for many months                            
-Sanaa S.
Thank you for always being a blink around the corner
Leia Spencer Jan 2019
There was a night
When I stole all the light
From the stars in the sky
As I lit all the candles in my room
I danced to and fro
While the candles burned low
On my precious stolen time
Spent on nothing but Peace
I finished some books
And played with my looks
While I cleaned and I sketched
I thought to myself
What if the world was always this quiet?
So I could steal the hours of the night
Away from those who stole my day
There's just something calming about being the only one awake
kiran goswami Jan 2019
And the irony is,
Those who ask themselves every day
Which mask to wear,
Are the ones who want me to be real.
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