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Colm Jan 2020
Every morning when I hide my untie
Turn on a podcast out the door
And stumble through the cold
In my secretly Italian coat
I leave with coffee
Hot poured with opinions over sleep
And my inner child switches on the N64
Pours hinself some chocolate milk
And gloats
Holding his eternal freedom over me
Kids will be kids. Even your inner child. #skipwork

Favorite game?
I am a wallpaper
Glued to love you on the wall
To just see you and stutter
Never to feel your love and all

Yet you peel me off the wood
Wear me and tear me off my place
Waiting to see if you would
One day replace me in a sudden daze

I'm hurt but can't complain
What I am to you is expendable
To recieve silently all the pain
To ruin me into nothing but rubble

You wreck me and cause me to crumble
All I wanted was for you to notice
That I am loving and humble
For me to be your loving cover
Love what we can't have
Mable Erina Jan 2020
Is it easy to remember?
Or hard to forget.
Maybe for you, it’s just me
Have I hit the nail yet?

I never know your head anymore
We sync up some times,
But you act blank
And ignore me, say nothing’s wrong
But you don’t speak to me.

I’m annoyed, and honestly hurt,
You don’t want to do things
Just to help her.
I get it you’re tired,
These things are exhausting
But I thought you were passionate
That’s what I’m trusting.

We will get out of this mess,
I can see light in the clearing,
Don’t give up my love,
It’s life, and we’re steering
The best we can in rough waters
I love you Dennis Allen, we got this.
Maria Etre Jan 2020
Time gave me blank papers
A strong heart pumped ink
Courage pushed me
Experience turned pages
Ups and downs published moments
Sunshine gave me inspiration, so did rainfall
&
( ______ )
handed me a pencil
Insert muse name
Vic Jan 2020
I can't convey my feelings to paper
or a computer


                                                      I hide in song lyrics
A poem every day.
15-1-20
Ayn Jan 2020
I built a castle,
And burned it down,
Watching the ashes fall
And fireflies rise.

A paper castle of much grandeur
Can’t hold a candle to a flame.
I originally had the last line as something else, but the pun was better.
Chrissy Ade Jan 2020
You listen to me
But you don't hear me at all
I'm not so sure you heard
My screams and my bawls
You left me to sit here,
Watch me crumble and fall
Now I'm positive
You don't care at all
Because you never pick
Up the phone when I call
Now I'll sit here alone
And talk to these
Paper thin walls
Now I'll sit here alone and talk to these paper thin walls
Atlas Jan 2020
I’m trying to express how I feel like I did as a child,
Through crayons and pencils
Pressed into paper until they break in two.
How can I feel so hopeless
Doing something I used to love to do?
Like I did as a child
I make myself small and cry in my closet
That painful sobbing that hurts your throat
And convince myself yet again to give up.
Colm Jan 2020
The other day
A match struck my roughness
And anxiousness took me to be freed by fire
As I burned away all of your rusted memories
Which'd been stored for yet another day
Which turned out to be today
In ashes your words
Cast, burn and floating away
Just a song about old letters

Finally burned all of my own the other day

https://youtu.be/tFCbacVw94Q
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