Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
jasmine wild Apr 21
and suddenly i can see them, colours
like i've been so oblivious to their existence before.
i notice the yellow rim around my towels
and the redness of my lips,
the shampoo bottle is actually blue
and my scrunchies reflect deep purple.
like my eyes and my soul have become desensitised to the beauty surrounding my life.
A life full of colour.
I don't want to merely exist anymore,
I am happy to be alive.
My stomach twists and turns
every time I see you staring down at your phone screen
as I’m trying to conversate with you
but you don’t dare look up at me,
probably because you don’t care about what I have to say
your phone is more interesting...
Sabika H Feb 11
A lake
Running deep
A line stretched
To its core.
What is it that makes me so

A hand
In a trembling fit
Reaches towards a heaven,
May I be free forevermore.

A threatening warmth in my centre
Drowns my soul,
Permanently stuck in a winter
It’s futile to wait
For the passing of the cold
So I am stuck
In my own
Unable to understand
The magnitude of it all
And so I fall
And a certain numbness takes over me,
A certain bewilderment
Because I have been seized and
I do not see.
I say I don't care
Laugh at problems like it's fine
Masking hurt I feel
You don't say you don't care if you really don't care
mark soltero Oct 2020
let me rip away the ivory
from the elephant in the room
rebuke its presence
cover my ears
so i don’t have to realize
these anxieties you bring
they long to dethrone me
rip apart each bone
pick apart this broken brain of mine
with each triggered nerve
i scream it’s okay
putrid false indifference
hopeful lies
for the barren sober pain
Ces Sep 2020
The tiny red ant scampers
In a forest of greenish mold
Its bristly legs carrying
Biological modules:
A head with pincers
An imperceptible thorax
A swelling abdomen.

It has nothing but a laborious drive
A pheromone-induced servility
For the queen: the lazy, bloated tyrant!
The sole purpose being
The laying of eggs.

The noble red ant
Moves on to scavenge
Blind and dumb

To the ruthless cycle
Of its existence.
Sungmoo Bae Aug 2020
Blissful art those
that are ignorant.

They know not pain,
for they do not know what pain is;

and I wish
I could join them,

the children of the oblivion.
(C) Copyright: Saul Bae (Sungmoo Bae)
Sara Aug 2020
How could you not see?
That you were giving them your all
While all they deserved, really
Was the recklessness with which they treated your soul
How could you not see?
That you were burning all your candles
While they so easily
Blew them all out, without the least what if
How could you be so oblivious?
So blind?
Why did you let them treat you like this?
Why did you waste all that energy and time?
But now you know,
Oh so very well
It's all clear to you now,
You'll never settle for less
دema flutter Aug 2020
don't let
the ship sink,

and if
it happens,

leave me

drown me
in your love.
Next page