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MisfitOfSociety Jan 2020
Life is tapering down,
Birth on one end,
Death on the other.
Fire runs down the middle.
We're all conscious of the fire.
Unsure on what came before,
And what is coming after.

I was tired of trying to outrun the fire.
I burnt my fingers attempting to put it out sooner
Lower your hand, take me someplace higher.
I close my eyes hoping to stare into forever.
But something whispers that I'm going to nowhere.

Dipped my fingers into God's mouth
And tried to ***** it out,
But the flame burned on.
I'm too scared to close my eyes,
I'm too scared to open them.
Nowhere follows from behind,
And waits at the end.
you whisper sweet
promises in my my ear
that ring false
but you do not realize
I am not settling for
sweet promises
I take what I want
and you cannot stop me

— sweet promises will get you nowhere with me  don’t forget that // a.
4 janvier. 2020
04:36 am
Moe Nov 2019
your hands are etched
with tiny dry lines
that cut
each one-way road to nowhere.
Asuzx Nov 2019
We're home now.
But home is nowhere to be found.
Nowhere is my home
Mark Toney Nov 2019
Now here
Nowhere
6/5/2019 - Since my footle poem phase has turned a little dark, this ends my footle poem phase for now :) - Copyright © Mark Toney | Year Posted 2018
btp Mar 2019
Step, ground breaking
Crack, heart shaking
Bleed, falling shards
Shatter, picking cards

Rolling dice, losing all
Flying down, slowly fall
Sinking deep, pull me under
Shouting silence, I will sunder

Sleep, mind cracking
Break, stress capping
Run, fast forward
But time, can't be bothered
TS Mar 2019
I feel you slipping.

Slipping away.



This wouldn't be news to me - another person who goes. I don't blame you really. I'm sure I'm not the best to live with. Always a wild card of emotion. To be fair, I don't even know most times. I was doing well - I am medicated and things are relatively okay. But this sadness just washed over me like a wave - overwhelmed, drenched, depressed.

It is all senses of frustration rolled into one.

I know it's only a matter of time before you leave completely so why delay the inevitable. Just go. Leave. Don't look back and don't pretend to be sorry. I should be alone and I should go far away. Every city is tainted now - smudged with haunting memories.


I don't belong anywhere, so nowhere is where I'll be.



-t.s.
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